Vortex
My take on the small room that isn't on the map before entering the elevator to the water prison (second time). I own nothing except my ideas.
It's like we're dead. It's like we've been dead...for years...
This place is a lone chamber of emptiness. Hollow except for the quiet sound of our footsteps as we wander around within the small circle. There's nothing here, save for the elevator and our corporeal beings. I think we're still here.
I look to Eileen for some sort of explanation of how she was feeling. She stares at the bloody floor with her good eye, her weapon of defence dangling from her weary hand. She says nothing. Is she okay? Am I okay?
Too many questions, not enough answers.
What the hell is this place? I think to myself. It's obvious we have an escape; the crimson-stained elevator walls seem more and more of a safe haven every endless second. Something keeps us here, I can feel it.
I open my mouth to speak to Eileen, who has begun to walk to the other side of the circle. Nothing comes out. I can't call to her.
My mind is on a disturbing loop of this circular room, but this room only. Nothing I have already seen is within me. No chained-up doors, no ghostly creatures clawing out of deep, bloody gashes in my walls, no worlds of insanity.
Maybe sanity is out of the question from now on.
Where is Eileen? I can't see her or hear her anymore. I can't make my head turn to the side to see if she's still there; I can't call her name.
We have a way to get out of here. Come on, Henry, I say to myself. Move. Go to the elevator. Get out of here!
Still too many questions...still not enough answers.
I still can't see Eileen. I wonder if she's staring at the floor again. Maybe the blood-covered walls this time? Has she switched holding her weapon to her left hand instead of her right?
There's nothing here. Not even the two who just entered it. It feels so...hollow.
It's like we're dead. It's like we've been dead...for years...
"Henry!" Eileen hisses. She's right beside me again, both of us staring at the elevator. Both staring at the solution.
It's this room. It's made my mind whirl in a complete circle the entire time we've been here.
I have to shake this feeling off somehow. Get what's left of my sanity back. Get the hell out of here.
Eileen and I step into the elevator and I press the button. The door closes loudly and mechanically. As I feel that we've begun to move down, pieces of sanity slowly form back within my head.
It's like we're alive. It's like we'll be alive...forever...
END
Well, I hope you all enjoyed this one. Just a short, simple fanfic I came up with today while bored. (: Review or whatever!