Mad Father - Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
Dio
I'd stopped running after a few minutes, getting tired pretty easily. My sense of time had been lost already. The tunnels were all interconnected and laced in a confusing pattern. I would run into rooms that seemed similar and not know whether I had just been there before, or if it was a replicate room.
I turned into a narrow hallway. The dim lights that had once lined the walls disappeared, abandoning me in complete darkness. My pelt rubbed against the sides of the tunnel and I felt like the front wall could be anywhere in front of me. I couldn't see past my nose or whiskers. Anxiety began to rush through me, my teeth gritting and my breaths getting louder and more forced. I just had to keep going.
It finally widened, and I could feel air around me. I still couldn't see, which was putting me on edge. I stopped for a moment, hoping that I could hear something to give me a clue. From behind, a scraping sound started getting louder and louder. The scraping turned into the sound that a squished snail would make. It gargled, and I pelted away, bumping into the walls as I did so, but continuing to run.
There was a sharp veer to the left. I slammed into the wall, my head spinning and my breath flying out of me. I gasped for a moment, listening for the sounds again. Nothing. My fur fluffed up as I followed the turn and kept walking. Ahead, there were lights and more rooms connected.
I wasn't sure if this was good or bad, but I went towards it. I didn't want to figure out what had been behind me. My pelt prickled, but I refused to turn around. I couldn't bear to see. It might just have killed me. If I could even die...
The walls began to have the tools and odd collections that I'd seen before. Had I been here before? I glanced at a large display. As I stared at it, my blood ran cold.
Dull rock tools covered in old, dried blood were in one pile. In another pile, carefully lined up from smallest to largest, were collections of cat organs. From eyes to brains to hearts and stomachs, there was everything. They were dried and almost appeared to pulse, as if still alive. I slowly backed away. Does the Doctor do all this? I have to save Adalia! I can't let her be cut up too.
I kept walking, trying to blot the images from my mind. Each time they would flash back into my mind, vomit would rise up, but I held it back. Silence was a virtue, especially now. Except that I could hear my paw-steps echoing in the dark tunnels, bouncing back at me from every direction. I shuddered.
A loud groan came from behind me. I whipped around, choking as a corpse edged towards me. I recognized it somehow. It looks like one of the drawings I saw on my way here. It was her and the Doctor. Is this the daughter? I stopped myself. Realization struck me. It was a corpse. She crawled towards me, groaning and crying out. Her limbs didn't seem to fit together and her fur had strange coloring in patches, as if it wasn't even all her. Blood dribbled out of her mouth and soaked into the dirt.
I turned tail and ran, ran, ran. That must be how the daughter looks like... except not as a corpse. How did a corpse manage to look so similar to her? I didn't want to know. The Doctor must have done disgusting things to his patients. Was I lucky that only my eye was stolen from me? I wasn't even sure. There could be no luck on my side if I'd even been his "patient."
After a while, I stopped. Silence greeted me coldly. It was almost a good thing; there were no zombies or creepy objects around. Then, there was also nothing. That scared me just as much. I don't want to be here.
A scream echoed in a tunnel near me. I easily recognized it as the daughter's voice. I had heard almost nothing after hearing that voice, so I wasn't mistaken. Feeling the urge to help her out, knowing she was in trouble, I called out, "Come here!"
"Who are you?" she screamed.
"This way, please! Just come!" I begged in my mind that she would come. If she was desperate, she would. I need to help her. To save her from fate.
I turned away, staring at the ground. I could only hear my heart pound for a few moments. They got her. I failed already. I slumped over, cursing myself in my mind. I should have gone and helped. I'm so stupid!
Shock struck me as a small black she-cat skidded in front of me. That was her.
"Follow me. I'm going to get you out of here," I meowed softly.
"Who are you?" she repeated, staring.
I turned towards her, lashing my tail. "Just come. I'm going to save you."
She shrieked, staring right at where my eye had been. Her fur fluffed up and she immediately bolted away. I could almost smell her terror as she vanished from right in front of me.
I let out a soft moan, hurt that I'd been that horrible to look at. Couldn't she understand that I wanted to save her? Did I really appear that horrible?
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