In which I awake

It's cold.

But not quiet.

I can hear water.

Like small waves crashing into something.

But it's not a beach.

I can hear dipping, and creaking, and something dunking into something else.

'Boats?'

'Yes. I'm at a harbour.'

As my brain reconnects with my nose I can smell fish, oil and a mouldy smell I suppose is old buildings.

'Where am I?'

It's painfully clear to me that I can't be home, can't be in Gjettum, with its cosy neighbourhoods, trees and total lack of seas and harbours.

'Hvaler?'

Even as the thought strike me I know it can't be true. Know that I'm nowhere I'm familiar. It's a terrifying thought. And the fact I'm so weak certainly don't help.

'I can't even open my eyes…'

I can't help but hope that no one comes, that I'm alone. I've seen to many crime series where nothing good comes from shady harbours.

I can feel my strength return gradually, and I force my eyes open. After a few tries.

'A wooden dock. It's old.'

Those are the first thoughts that run through my mind. The wood is full of grooves and dark in a kind of slimy way. It's all quite creepy. I don't remember how I got here, and I certainly don't know where I am.

'Hopefully not too far from home.'

I try to stand up, and although it goes slowly, I am successful in the end. I spot a lamppost not too far away, and as I look on, it seems like the dock stretches on forever, the rows of boathouses on one side, dock in the middle, water on the other side.

'Well, if my attackers didn't want me to be found, they certainly picked the right spot.'

I don't know when I started thinking I was attacked, but I know for a fact that I'd never come to a place like this willingly. Too shady. Sure, I know how to fight, I even have a black belt, but I'm not that stupid. A little overconfident sure, but I sure don't go looking for danger; funnily enough I have too much to lose. Even if I'm not afraid to die.

'As if I truly have something to live for.'

I snort. I doubt I've ever had that.

Oh well. I try to take a step, and inwardly cheer when I don't keel over. 'My body's not gone move on its own, so if I want to get out of this creepy place I need to get my ass in gear.'

It goes slowly first, but as my strength return I begin walking normally, and I can't help notice my state of dress. I'm dirty, no surprise there, but I'm also wearing a summer dress, white with flowers, like the one I played dress up with when I was young. And besides underwear, 'Thank god!,' that's all. And when something bluish white flutters in the corner of my eye, I realise my hair is no longer the honey colour it used to be.I know I should be freaked out, but right now it's more important to find somewhere safe.

I suddenly hear voices, and for a moment I brighten, thinking I might've found someone who could help me, before me pessimism kicks in. And with good reason. The voices are angry. I make myself as quiet as I possibly can, and slowly shuffle towards the noise.

When I peer around the corner of a filthy looking clearly worn house, I see four men arguing. It's clear to me it's two against two, although when I've stood there for some seconds I see that it's only three of them that are arguing. The fourth stand still, like a statue, only moving his head, looking around.

'He seems scared.'

The thought strike me just as the arguing get physical, even if it's only pushing. It seems like the two more creepy men got tired with their opponent. Even if their all kind of scary with their none outstanding clothes, looking like they've dressed to blend in with the harbour.

I'm pulled away from my musings when I hear a scream. The creepy men have drawn knives, the blades glinting in the light from the lamppost their standing under. I blanch, and my body is moving before I even register it, even if I don't get further than a few centimetres before my body crudely reminds me that I'm not fit for anything while my heart is racing. 'It sucks to be sick.'

I can only watch in horror as the creepy men attack the slightly less creepy ones. They know what they're doing, even I can see that. But the opposing men aren't defenceless. They fight back. But it's not enough. Tears run unnoticed down my face as I'm forced to watch the two less creepy ones get killed.

They try their best but it's not enough. Blood starts pooling around them, and when they fall down, unable to fight any longer, it doesn't stop. They keep hurting them. Torturing them. They even slices one of the men's stomach open, while he's still alive, and starts pulling at his organs. He screams. It's terrible. They tug, he screams and it DOESN'T stop. Then at last, he falls silent, just as the other man coughs. I barely hear it, and I pray that they don't, that he won't be tortured to. But my prayers aren't answered.

In the light of the lamppost I can see the glee in the creepy men's faces as they turn to the other man. They turn to him, and I can see them all clearly, as if they know I'm there, and want me to see everything. At first they seem to be caressing him, before one of them makes a quick move, and breaks his finger. The sound is like a pistol shot, clear in the night devoid of any other sounds. Even the sea I quiet. The other man follows suit, and soon they are methodically breaking the poor man's finger one at a time. And he stays silent. It unsettles them, and I catch myself wishing he would have made a noise. And then it's suddenly I who has to keep silent, as one of the men suddenly swiftly make what seems to be a deep cut through the fallen man's torso, before he rips his ribcage apart.

The answering scream rips through the night like a knife, cutting through my body and soul like nothing I've ever heard before. Before it's suddenly cut of, like a rock song muted in the middle. My eyes focus again and I can see that one of the men have one of their hands inside the fallen ones chest, and I know what he's going to do.

With a sickening snap he rips the heart out of the fallen one, and holds it in the air like some sort of trophy, and it's all I can do not to puke right there. Then suddenly they just stand, dumps the heart one top of the fallen one, and walk away. In the opposite direction of me. And they just disappear into the darkness.

For what feels like a long time I just stand there, hidden behind the house, looking in front of me, but not seeing anything. I'm not even aware I'm shaking until I hear the slight creaking of the wall. And I just glide to the ground. I can hear the pounding of my heart in my ears, and I'm aware that I don't have a long time before my sickness will force me into coma. My throat constricts, a strangled sob emerges, and the world goes black.

I'm sorry for the bad writing in the end, but I wanted to try and capture how I think I would have thought and registered the things around me if I ever came in that position.

I'm also sorry if I got a little gory and confusing, but I will hopefully clear things up in the upcoming chapter.

This is however a dream(?) of mine(elaborated on the gory part), and I'm not continuing it if no ones interested.

Until next time!