I am trying as hard as I can so please be patient with me. Anyway here's another chapter. Hope you like it, so enjoy!
Despair is a narcotic.
It lulls the mind into indifference.
-Charlie Chaplin
Another hunger pang hit him hard in the gut, taking out his breath. Leo gave a sharp intake of breath, and gasped several times like a fish trying to breathe outside of the water.
He curled up tighter around himself, making it almost look like he was an abnormal ball that was misshapen. The pungent smell of the room made him nauseous. The room reeked of stale urine, coppery blood, sweat, and worst of all, it smelled of desperation. The small cell was covered in the horrible smell of despair. It was sown into the walls. It dripped from the ceiling. It was in puddles on the floor.
He grunted in pain, his stomach clenching like a tight knit ball that wouldn't give away. Tears sprang to his eyes, but he refused to let them escape their domain. Leo slowly unraveled himself from hid position slowly, as if he was afraid to move at all. He took deep breaths, trying to clear his head of the pain. He was a warrior, he was a friend of pain.
The temperature of the room suddenly dropped a few degrees. Leo's breath turned to vapor that made whirls and whorls in the air until disappearing. He inwardly groaned as a slithery voice came form the end of the room. It was back.
My, my, my. I see our brave little turtle's hope has diminished into a flickering light.Leo rolled his head with a struggle towards the sound of the whisper. And there was It, crouching with his knees bent and looking at Leo with those gaping holes you would call eyes. Leo suppressed a shiver that seemed to running up and down his body, goosebumps appearing on his bony flesh.
To be honest with you, though, you made it this far. And that's quite a number of weeks.
Leo struggled to talk, but his tongue wouldn't cooperate. And the lump in his throat made it hard to talk through. Finally he managed a croak, that sounds more like the whisper of a dying man, than the muttering of a young eighteen year old.
What was that, I didn't quite catch it.It mocks with a chilling giggle. If Leo had hair on the back of his neck, it would be standing up stiffly just by hearing that little giggle.
Leo tried again, earning him a coughing fit so violent you would think he had been gulping down saw dust these past few days. He gasps after it subsides, "How many weeks, please, how many weeks has it been?"
The cell rooms desperation seeps into Leo. Sinking itself deep into him. Feeding off his warring emotions.
Well lets see, how many weeks are in a year?He adds a horrible grin to his sentence. Leo looks at him in horror. His mouth open and slack. His eyes so wide you could use them as dinner plates. Leo shakes his head so violently, its in danger of being severed off its body.
"It cant be...No...It hasn't been that long has it? Are you sure?" Leo asks hoarsely, his vocal chords burning, and his voice grating his ears.
I'm afraid it is, but don't fret, you still have me. And I'll be here for the remainder of your days. It has a shuddering grin on his face now. It advances upon Leo, who is trembling feverishly.
I'll be sure to be here as you draw your last dying breath, here in this small dank room It laughs, and he laughs, and he laughs. His manic shrieks bounces off the walls, echoing deep into every small nook and cranny the small room provides. His laugh is hoarse and rusty, and loud and deep, and chilling to the very bone.
"NO, IT CAN'T BE" Leo shrieked, using the remaining strength he had to crawl to the metal door feebly. He pounded his fists against the metal, like a beating drum, but no one answered his pleading song.
The blue masked turtle stopped after his fist were black and blue, and his nails scratched off and bleeding from clawing the door. He gasped in air painfully, each breath feeling like a detonation in his lungs.
He curled in on himself, hugging his torso and tucking his legs in.
"It can't be...i-it j-just can't" He sobbed meekly, his harsh whispers in between becoming quieter and quieter. Darkness was engulfing his eyesight, and he could only see through tunnel vision.
The last thing to be seen was Its smiling face, already to burst into another peal of giggles.
Sorry, I haven't been able to write in a long while. Hope you liked it.
