TIKI MASKS
Hey there! So, er, yeah. New story! This one is a bit weird, and I got it when listening to Of The Night by Bastille, which was a bit weird. this first chapter is pretty normal, and VERY short, because my muse was really wasted and this was sort of an essential chapter that I didn't really want to write. I promise they'll be longer - But if you know my writing, I don't write long stuff. Just isn't my jam. I'm warning you - This story is REALLY weird, and may be a bit difficult to follow, because it's quite abstract. Good luck! This'll be about 7-8 chapters long! Please follow, and favourite if you wanna!
" So, has anyone actually been down this far? I mean, is it safe? " Emma murmured to the figure in front of her, the light of her torch shining on his back and little else around her, her mind not focused on the light. The only indication there might be a bumps or a drop was his footsteps, and the way his body moved, which she tried to mimic as well as she could while attempting to admire the beauty that was around her. You know, rock. Very pretty stuff.
And trying not to let her claustrophobia be seen. She'd never hear the end of it, if she did. Humility defeats weaknesses, he'd say, taunting her until she finally gave in and said she had no fear. Anyway, this was a vacation for him. God knew Neal loved any form of gems, precious stones, jewels. He was constantly chattering about this diamond or that emerald – which one, she couldn't remember - that was found in the middle-east, or they were going down to the nearby crystal gem shop to peer at the little stones, one with fascination and another with boredom. Why he loved them was completely beyond her, but it may be the same for her irrational obsession over Peter Pan and that Captain Hook.
" I know they've gone to a few kilometres back, but nobody's gone down this far. Well, nobody that survived, at least. " He turned to flash her a bright, white-toothed smile, shining in the light of her torch, and she shook her head at his antics, pushing back the rising panic. They were so deep underground, and so far from civilisation… They could easily get lost, and with nobody to contact… It was frightening for someone that originally didn't want to step an inch into the cavern.
" Emma. " He mumbled, making her stop short from crashing right into his back, not realising he'd froze. To their right was a steep fall into deep, impenetrable darkness, but she'd always been okay with heights, making sure to keep balanced. She much preferred the openness – Like the ocean, for example – of the world, rather than being closed up in tiny spaces, with barely any breathable air and a stench of something dying clogging her nostrils.
Looking up with a wrinkle of her nose, a flash caught her eye, and she peered at something on the rocky cave wall. Several small items, set inside the stone… A colourful array of… " Precious gems. " Neal murmured, completely awestruck, mouth fallen open as he reached forward to press his hand to one of the glimmering items. He'd always ask to touch the gems whenever they were in the shops, and this seemed to be no exception. Neal, she supposed. " They're beautiful. " Emma had whispered.
Seemingly realising she was present again, he turned to give her a look. She frowned – There was a certain snarl to his expression, despite a pleasant smile curving his thin lips. " I'm sorry. " He murmured, and her brow furrowed. " Wha- " She was asking, before a hand reached forward to shove her backwards. Her foot moved to balance herself, but the boot caught on a small stone and hooked the front around her other ankle, only serving to propel her body backwards.
Trying to grasp thin air, she fell. And fell. And fell. Into eternal darkness.