Hey guys, my first fan fiction is now up(this in case you didn't know) and I'm pretty proud about it. Please review and be up front about anything, but please don't be jerks about it. Thanks and enjoy!
Stories of ghosts and spirits haunt the old abandoned factory on the outskirts of the bustling city New Moban. The factory was one of the many that produced the bodies for worker drones, a new invention that launched the town into a new era. Unfortunately there was an explosion 3 years ago when one of the machines overheated which started a chain reaction. There were only 3 survivors, and they all passed away this past summer.
The stories say that the explosions were caused by some failed government experiments with the drones. Some say that they were trying to turn them into weapons; others say that they were using them as unmanned research vessels. But with the passing away of the survivors, the rumors have skyrocketed saying the government wanted to shut them up. So, in an act of stupidity, I took a dare and now am on my way to the factory.
My car door echoes through the empty street as I get out of my car. I pull my zipper up on my plain, dark- blue sweatshirt up and pull my hood over my shaggy blonde hair, ready to face the crisp fall air. Not too many people come around here, as most of the people moved deeper into the city. A light in my window makes me realize I forgot my phone in the car. A text from my friend Deren pops up.
Hey Ashton, chicken out yet?
Nah, just pulled up. Can I go home now?
What are you talking about? We agreed to you exploring the factory.
Fine…
And remember, pics or it didn't happen!
For him being as old as me, he seems to have matured a lot slower. We are both 16 and juniors in New Moban High School. I have had the "pleasure" of knowing him almost my whole life. One last text pops up,
Good Luck.
With his blessing I close my door and walk over to the fence running the perimeter of the land. There is a simple pad lock but I pick it easily, a nifty trick I learned from Deren. The gate screeches like a banshee as it swung open. I quickly jog over to the front door and slide in.
The inside of the factory is larger than it looks from the outside. Piles of debris lay scattered around the room, shrapnel sticks out of the walls, and parts of the ceiling have caved in. The idea of an explosion looks about right. I take my phone and am about to take a picture when I notice something on the wall.
Burned into the wall is an intricate and perfect circle the size of the wall. Even though there are burns and dust covering it, the design is still clear. I walk over to the circle, stepping over piles of ceiling debris. It almost looks as if it's glowing a faint green.
All of a sudden, pain shoots through my skull causing me to drop to my knees holding my head. The room starts to slowly spin as I open my eyes again and I barely hold back vomit. The last thought I have before I pass out is that the circle definitely is glowing. This is quickly followed by the sensation of falling.
I open my eyes when my body finally stops moving. My head still hurts and the dizziness hasn't gone away. All I can see is a black void, and even though I feel something beneath me I can't see anything. My arms feel dead, as do my legs trying to lift them takes a lot of energy. The moment I prop myself up, I fall into unconsciousness once again.
The feeling of a breeze against my face woke me up yet again. Sounds of birds singing echo through my head as I try getting up. Slowly but surely, I stand up and check my surroundings. A hole in the ceiling provided some light, but it seemed to be just getting dark, showing me the decaying stone room I was in. Cracks ran everywhere, giving me the impression that one wrong move would collapse the whole thing, and were filled with different types of vegetation that I've never seen before. A single door provides the only entrance, other than the small sky light, so I decide to see what lies beyond it.
A long stair case stands in front of me heading deeper down into the strange structure. I slowly make my way down the stairs, taking extra care to not touch any of the greenery filling the cracks. The torches along the walls barely provide enough light to see where my feet are. After what seems like forever I finally reach the bottom and am greeted by sunlight.
Jungle trees are everywhere, towering high over me. A simple stone paved path cuts through the dense woods leading to what looks like an altar. I turn and look at the structure I just made my way through.
"Whoa," the only words that can describe how amazed I was blurted out of my mouth. The structure, more like a pyramid, was gigantic. The stone monument was falling apart, chunks of pyramid lay to the sides of the pyramid. No wonder it took forever to get down those stairs, I must have descended the equivalent of a small sky scraper.
I turn once again to the path and begin walking toward the altar. A symphony of animal calls, the wind, and a nearby stream, which I can not locate, made me feel surprisingly at ease. I have to force myself to snap out of it. By the time I make it, the sun had already set.
I cautiously step onto the altar, taking it all in. Lit torches, flames waving in the wind, outline the circle providing a soft light. In between the torches stood seven pillars, all evenly spaced around the edge of the altar. And in the center stands a giant green gem.
"What is this place?" I ask.