"Do you remember me?" She asked, and he was trying, he really was, but…
"No, I – I don't. I'm sorry." He saw her tense, and her nightshift rustled as she stepped forward with dirty bare feet. She was beautiful, small. She shone.
"I remember you" she hissed, "Quite well."
It's a dream.
He thought frantically – I can't really be seeing…"Are you in my head?" He whispered, and she smiled sadly.
"I am in the ground."
He knew then that he had put her there.
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There was no way to be sure of where he was. It was dark, but that didn't narrow things down much. It wasn't caves. The walls were flat, mostly, and there were rooms with… things. Things he didn't want to think about. Himself being one of them.
Aww, feeling a little self-loathing, are we? Poor, poor William, whata wretched boy. Remind you of anyone?
"SHUT UP!" He yelled, and cringed as his voice bounced sharply off the walls.
He'd woken up here, not too long ago. Wandered around enough to know he'd gone to sleep in one place and awoken in another. Feeling quite…disoriented. Guilty. Now he needed to find a way out, find food. Blood. He felt an uncomfortable twinge.
"Yeah, blood. You idiot!" He sighed. Talking to himself. Hmm…bad sign. "What did you expect, chicken wings?" No, not blood, he didn't want—
"I'm pretty sure I told you to shut up." Shh! Voices! Do you hear?
"…get to the pipes this way." A voice was saying. So he crept now, quietly. He was good at that, years of practice makes motherfucking perfect, after all.
"This passage isn't even on the blueprints." A man.
"Yeah it is, look." Another man. Americans. America? OK then…
A rustle of stiff paper. "That's the storage room. There's the stairway—" Stairway!
Suddenly, all he could hear was the dull thud of his own body hitting the dirt floor. He didn't even have time to curse before the crushing blackness pulled him down.
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