Questions
Thump thump thump. What's happening? Why am I so scared? What am I doing here?
A teenage boy finds himself lying on the floor. He has shiny, black hair that is combed down his head. He has a dark skin tone and a scrawny build. His face hints at a small Asian ancestry. He seems very average, but his intellect was actually higher than most people of his world.
I could hear two voices coming down the tunnel.
"Holy BosS! Aghh-oof!"
"Dude, you Ok?"
"Yeah… just keep going. I'll be fine."
"Hurry up then! Those minions will find us soon if we don't hurry!"
"I know! Let's go then!"
The echo of footsteps finally fades away from his hearing. Slowly his adrenaline rush fades from his system and he calms down enough to think.
Why do I have this ominous feeling to get away from here? My heart is beating so fast that it feels like it's about to explode! Ok, wait. Slow down. Think. I am in a cave. A dark, rocky, humid cave. There's no one else here but me. I have no idea how I got here. The last thing I remember was tapping that green rectangle on my DSi.
"Pssssts. Heys kids. Comes overs heeres…"
"What the? Where are you?" he replies. He scans the area around himself again and finds two shadowy figures standing about ten feet from where he's hiding. Slowly he crawls over to them and realizes why he had the feeling to get out of there. The moment he looked up at their faces his body froze up with fear unlike anything he had ever known.
The first figure appeared to be a tall skinny man with only black lines for a body. He had no face at all, but the scary part was that he had three sharp points jutting out from the back of his head. He also had the same type of objects sticking out from his elbows and knees. He wore nothing on his body, but he didn't have anything to show. Another thing was that he had this strange aura slowly seeping out from his thin body. The second and smaller figure had less of a scary presence coming from him, but his appearance was nasty. He looked like he was overweight and his feet looked oversized for his build. His face was deformed all over the place and had random lumps across his back. He wore a dark trench coat and a backwards baseball cap.
The fat one whispers, "Wells, wells. Looks likes we'ves gots ourselves as news creators! Wes shoulds probablies takes this ones ins ehs? Ohs buts whats abouts thes twos creations that's wes lets gets aways? I'lls justs sends thes minions afters thems."
"Shut up Grotess, I'm trying to think. Why is this boy here? He never showed up on our scan of the area. This is abnormal," the stick figure says. "Never mind, I'm overthinking this. You're right. Send the minions after the two weaklings and let's bring him back to base."
What the heck? Everything is going so fast! I've got to clear up this confusion. "Whoa, hey I'm sorry. You've got a mistake. I'm not the uhhh—creator that you think I am. I don't even know where I am."
The being named Grotess replies, "HAS! Likes we'lls bes fooleds bys thats excuses. C'mons Hundreds, Is haves as nices stars feasts waitings backs homes."
The next thing he knows the two figures violently grab him and toss the poor boy into a square container. The walls are like those of a T.V. screen, but not as glossy. He starts banging on the walls but it doesn't appear to do anything to the box. The images outside the box soon start to blur and darken so he can't make out anything outside of my confinement.
What's going on! What the heck is this creator thing they keep saying I am? AGH! So many questions, but zero answers so far. Looks like there's nothing I can do in this prison. I have an ugly premonition about this base the menacing looking people are taking me to. Maybe I'll at least be able to find out what this place is.
_.*.*._
After sitting in the container for what seemed like forever, the walls seemed to melt away like wax revealing the surrounding area it had been hiding. It took the prisoner a few moments to adjust to light of midday, but when his sight returned he wished he were still in the box. He quickly gets bound by cuffs by the stick figure called "Hundred". The horrific sight they now behold seems like the stereotypical evil mansion. There are what look to be witches, assassins, and evil kings walking around the entire castle. Looking around more he see stalls selling assorted items, dead trees everywhere, even a broken fountain spewing out black liquid. Wow… These are all so predictable for an evil castle that it's annoying.
"Alright boy, get up. You're going straight to Mr. Brazil," said Hundred.
"Wells isn'ts hes specials? Hurrys ups! Is don'ts haves alls days," added Grotess.
"C'mon! Get up! You aren't that weak are you?"
"Wells actuallies Hundreds, halves as days ins as scams coulds evens wears me outs."
"Quiet fool. Just walk already. Weren't you the one who wanted to hurry up?"
With the end of that conversation they made their way through the shifting crowd and walked up to the tall, wooden doors safeguarding the castle. Then Hundred proceeded to smack his fist on three separate points of the door causing it to open. It kind of seemed like he overdid it a little because he cracks in the wood from where he pounded it. After that the door creaked open and they entered the interior of the mansion.
As we enter, Grotess splits from their group and heads down a dark corridor to the side to enter a door at the end. On first glance, the mansion was just how you would expect the interior to be. There's black wood, dark corners, dim candles, the usual. In the center is a throne, and in that throne there sits yet another mysterious figure. Great. More questions. There was no describing the one who sat in the throne due to his darkly colored cloak which concealed his whole appearance. There was one fact though. He had two menacing dagger sheaths alongside his hips.
"Hey Mr. Brazil, we've brought that creator that we found at point C. What do you want us t—"
"ARE YOU THE BOSS AROUND HERE?" he interrupted. Which then led to the yanking of his chain.
The person called Mr. Brazil then rose from his seat and strolled over to him, bending over to inspect the boy like he was an object that one could purchase. That's when Mr. Brazil began the interrogation. If this was the leader of these seemingly-evil henchmen, then he/she must have some answers for me.
"So, boy… What's your name?"
A/N: I made the change from first-person to third-person because it was getting annoying to write only his thoughts. Thanks for reading! I would really appreciate it if you would review this story.