The Nightmare

Chapter 2- The Door

Marxila's molecules began to form again, returning to their normal shape. Her body pulled itself back into its original form. She was no longer made up of long, stringy 'noodles' of matter. Feeling extremely queasy now, she threw up as soon as her body had reached normal form. She gazed in disgust at the puddle of filth she had made, and then stood up. She breathed deeply.

Marxila glanced around the place she was at now. It was a box room, with walls of what looked to be clear smoke, moving around slowly. She put a hand up to the 'wall' and found it to be hard. How peculiar. She looked at the roof and the saw the same weird wall, except she could see an odd moon-looking orb. She turned around to look at all walls, maybe there'd be a door, and spied a magnificent sight. The entire wall was covered in a smoky, sort of electricity. The 'smoke' swirled clockwise around a large door. The smoke pulsated with black and white, creating an eerie effect. The door itself however was the most interesting part. It had two hinges on the left side, both looked incredibly resilient. From left to right it had many, many sharp-looking spikes and spears coming off in all directions. On the top was a large point and on the bottom was the same, albeit it reversed. It had a small key hole near some spines and near that was a 'plate' of lighter metal covering the black undermetal. On this plate, which was carefully crafted with three arrows, one pointing up, one right, and one down, had a large glass-looking eye. The eye was strangely designed, however, for it was in fact a large mouth, in the shape of an eye, with a pupil inside the mouth between the jagged teeth. Also, black flames moved around the mouth. It was a very, very strange and unusual site to behold.

Marxila sighed in awe of the door's beauty. It entranced her to the point of her sitting on the floor, barely able to stand. It had breathtaking beauty and also unexplainable evil. She thought only of the door, of opening it, of closing it, of its inside, of its outside, of IT. She couldn't do anything but sit and think. She felt as if her mind was being forced to think of the door.

Marxila fell backwards onto the floor of the weird room, and immediately it shattered under her as if it were an immensely fragile glass of darkness. She fell, wide eyed but unable to utter a sound, into the increasing expanse of intense energy. She flailed in the air, attempting to cast a slow fall spell, but ultimately could not. She fell and fell and fell. It seemed as if she had been falling forever, when she suddenly stopped falling and just floated there. She attempted to move, but was bound. She couldn't do anything but stare forward, pondering what was going on.

Is this really the world of the Newcomers? So… different? She thought. She couldn't turn to see whatever was coming up behind her, but she could hear it shuffle along. She began to panic… What is it? Will it kill me? And other similar questions exploded into her mind all at once. She felt a clawed hand work its way up her spine, and she felt herself attempt to jump.

The creature began to speak in an incoherent language that sounded like a deep moaning mixed with sharp increases in pitch. It was dreadful to here. The creature walked in front of Marxila and she could finally see what it was. It resembled a tall, very skinny human, but it had no hair. Its skin was also a grayish color and had many scars and cuts on it. It had slightly longer ears than a human, but not as long as an elves. It also stood on a different leg than a humans. The leg had three major parts, the top of the leg, the bottom of the leg, and a third part that made them stand even taller. It resembled a deer's leg, but it was much bigger and muscular. All along its naked body were short spines.

Marxila looked at the strange creature, wondering what it would do to her. It turned around and kneeled to the floor, messing with something. She couldn't see what it was. After a short while, the creature stood back up holding a large spear with a long cord feeding into the ground. It held this up into the air above Marxila's head, as if it were going to stab her. Fear reflected in her eyes, as it pierced her skull, forcing the spear deeper into her brain. Marxila blacked out instantly.