ASYLUM OF NIGHTMARES
THE CHARACTER IS A 21 YEAR OLD IRISH MALE NAMED BRAM FROM DUBLIN, IRELAND, THE FOLLOWING IS SET IN THE EARLY 20TH CENTURY IN LONDON, ENGLAND, THE EXTRACT I HAVE WROTE IS ABOUT BRAM.
ESCAPING A NEAR FATAL FIGHT WITH A HELLISH CREATURE.
The doors slammed shut behind me as I stagger down the narrow corridors, the smell of blood and wine still thick in my nostrils as I lay against the wall my wound is big but not deep, there is too much blood,I can barely see the cut, slowly I slide to the floor next to an old worn chair, my energy is leaving my body, my eyes threatening to close shut, No not here I can't stop now, my legs are aching all over and my body is trembling, I try to forget what I saw in the cellar but it wont go, it won't ever go. I can hear it move closer and pull myself to my feet with the aid of the chair, it's moans begin to get louder as I move faster towards the end of the corridor my body screaming and aching all the way there, I trip over my feet and fall to the floor, my wound stretches further,I scream in pain and tears of frustration and agony roll down my face, the pain is beginning to make me feel ill and darkness is starting to close in then I remember his words, my fathers words, the words he lived by, "it is not the size of the man in the fight, but the size of the fight in the man", and then I stand, by unknown driven strength I stand, I turn and wait for the monster to come to me, to make one last fight. But he does not come, his moans just whispers in the wind now and then all is calm, I can hear my blood drip to the floor and the condition I am in has worsened since I fell, I tear my shirt and bandage my wound and finally,now I may rest, I fall to the floor and in my ear I hear his voice, maybe for the last time speak to me "good son, good" and then I smile and say "thank you" and now I may rest. For now