Chapter 13

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Wanda POV

Life had lashed back out at us, throwing away our dreams countlessly like forgotten, rotting garbage. Each pull and tug and element of life never failed to paralyse us- We couldn't stand it.

Each second was pure agony. Painful… Slow…

Did we really deserve this? Or was Rides just as equal and cold hearted as we thought he was? Or both… Maybe one day we would get so see. Maybe… Just maybe…

Rides slid me off his shoulder somewhat gracefully, and we slid to the floor, crumpling downwards on our trembling knees. It wasn't our weight that was too much to hold on our vibrating knees- It was reality. It was simply too much to cope with.

A dream fading away… We could feel the life in our hearts slipping between our fingers. We could feel the dull beats of our heart, pulsing the blood around our body through our veins.

We could sense a dull ripping… We could feel our heart breaking into two.

It was agony. We would never escape… never escape… never…

Not alive anyhow. Death could occasionally be considered as one method of escape from reality- It didn't even seem like such a bad idea. We were looking forwards to it- Welcoming the repulsive feelings into each and every nerve and cell of our weak structure.

We hadn't always been so weak- Neither in strength or at the heart. Of course, we both had someone to blame for that. Rides had broken us- Destroyed both mine and Mel's only hopes and dreams.

One day he would pay- She made that quite clear. It was such a strong final desire, alongside all the violence that is… There was so much force behind it… So much will…

It was hard to believe.

Both Mel and I failed to see sense- There was nothing to understand anyway. Nothing was worth the struggle. It was simply too much.

We had given in ages ago anyhow. Nothing mattered to us now- We just silently prepared to fight… To die.

Only it seemed so real this time- This wasn't a dream. It was reality. And we were both going to die in its deathly clutches… defeat… We would finally give in.

No pleading or begging- We had abolished that. Forbidden it even. We were ready…

We were ready.

We crumpled downwards at such a spell bounding pace to us, and we were dazed by the speed. Rides, however, was not.

His arms were faster than our fall and his arms imprisoned us almost as instantly as they had released us. He was even faster than we had first expected, and somehow, he seemed even faster than he had ever been before.

Maybe it was just us- We didn't know.

Maybe… Always maybe. It never settled anything. The word appeared to be just as useless as we seemed to have turned out. Even more. It barely seemed possible. Neither did Rides. He was too cruel for this world… He didn't belong here.

His burly fingers wrapped around our waist, locking us into his side while he dragged us forwards. We didn't like him touching us- We hated him. We wanted him gone…

He was going to kill us… Somehow we already knew that. Some help it brought us.

We screamed and kicked in his arms while he continued to haul us onwards, until we finally reached the mouth of the corridor where one, rusty looking door stood, slightly ajar.

The panic was drowning out all our other senses, and we were shaking frantically where he held us.

'Fight wanderer! Fight… Please… no'. Sobs were breaking out from both me and Mel, and we struggled for air.

We felt as though our lungs were being sewn together from the inside of us, blocking out our airways with every final breath.

I failed to reply to Melanie's pleads, using up enough energy for both of us. It was truly exhausting and I doubted we would last much longer anyway.

We had lost all meanings of time… For all we knew, it had already run out. There was simply not a single second left of which we could be happy.

In a sense, it was what an ordinary human would call 'Misery'.

Retuning back towards our assumptions, wherever the door appeared to lead, it didn't look as though it had been opened in a while. We couldn't help but wonder why. Most rooms in houses were occupied- A storage cupboard possibly?

Would he really keep us in somewhere like that? Or worse?

Our nerves began to overrule our anger, and our eyes grew wider as he un-expectantly shoved us back into the wall, next to the door.

The sudden contact tore through our already weakened skin, and I let out a sharp yelp of pain as he leaned forwards, towering over me.

'That's enough', he spat.

His face was contorted in a mixture of anger and rage- Both of which seemed as equally as frightening as eachother to me. They both bore the same meaning- It meant something was about to strike.

In our case, that just happened to mean one thing.

Death.

He shook his head uncertainly, and I studied his face helplessly as his eyes darted towards the room with the unknown contents, before returning back to me.

Somehow, he didn't seem to appear as organised and confident as he had once been- There were a few hidden hints of worry on his face. They didn't fit there… They seemed out of place somehow… Like a slight, positive advantage…

It was enough to rouse Melanie.

'Try Wanderer. You can get us out! I know you can… Just try… Please…? For me?'

Suddenly, I sensed a new sense of desperation in her tone of voice. She was pleading- There seemed to be something she wanted just as equally as she yearned for death.

It was all clear- She still wanted Jared and Jamie. And I was in no way capable of meeting her demands. It caused me physical pain to deject her further, so I refrained from phrasing the words in sentences to her. Instead, I intended to let her down slowly… In the most minor ways that our head confirmed as possible. I didn't want to hurt her.

We were both going to die anyway. It all made no sense.

'Ah', I moaned back to her.

There were no words for it. Life was complicated enough as it was- Not even beginning to count the few extras that Melanie felt she needed to add onto the side. Even so, I couldn't blame her.

She just couldn't help herself.

Our conversation proved no desire to continue on further, for Rides was already continuing, already taking an unsteady lurch towards the door with us locked into his side like a broken vice.

My fingers pried at his arm, nails digging into his skin, although he made no move to loosen his hold. He only gripped us tighter- Much tighter. Up to the point till we could barely breathe.

Our airways began to countlessly close up again, and I began to breathe in and out rapidly, in short, hoarse gasps.

It all began to move in slow motion, focusing on each fragment, emphasising the horrors painfully. It was all too much to bear. We simply couldn't stand it any longer.

He gazed anxiously down at us, most likely reassuring himself that we were still alive, before reaching his hand out to grasp the doorknob.

My cry reached us before he had managed to creak open the door. Even so, it didn't slow down his procedure very effectively. He kept moving… slowly… Always so slowly…

'Stop!' I cried. 'No… no… Please!'

My last words were barely audible, shrinking from a screech into a hushed whisper. I was desperate- We both were.

He took a brief glance in our direction before tossing us carelessly into the inky blackness without a single second glance.

He shut the door behind him. I heard the click of the lock.

We were all alone.

It was dark… so dark…

When would it end?

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After several hours- Or what I had estimated as such, I began to pace around the tiny, cramped room.

When Rides had locked us in, I had spent hours screaming and pounding on the door with no qualifying result. He really had left us in here- Left us in here to rot and die.

It really wasn't the best or quicker death that we had hoped and imagined for. Still, at least it was something. Although, there was still one obstacle in my way.

Melanie had suddenly grown a strong desire to stay alive. Wherever she had absorbed the survival ins, I did not know. All I knew was that she was making it extremely hard for me to die.

Not the most peaceful way I had imagined either. It really wasn't the best way to go.

I mourned in silence at our death, since I would be the only one doing it- Not that anybody cared- And waited for the end.

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Through the floorboard came a quiet tapping.

One mild clamp against the wood.

Then another.

Then three in a row.

I lisened silently till the tapping eventually gave in and stopped altogether. It was so quiet, that every ragged breath that I pulled into my lungs ripped through the air, echoing in the silence.

It made us uncomftable.

Even so, Melanie was too far away to care about neither the eerie sounds we were making, or the repulsive knocking from the ground.

'Mel'. I hissed to her from inside of my head.

No reply. I tried again, this time bearing a higher level of impatience in my voice.

'Mel! Listen!'

We both listened while the soft tapping returned.

When it dulled slightly, I continued to question her.

'What is that…?' I asked hesitantly, suddenly unsure of myself.

I wasn't sure if it was the fact that Rides had locked us in here for who knows how long, or that our senses were dulling from our body shutting down.

Either way, I was mournfully struggling for words.

Mel however, wasn't anxious at all. Her thought were lingering first on Jamie, and then back to Jared.

She pinpointed every delicate feature on their faces, marvelling at the beauty of them both. She was too distracted to care about our recent and on-going situation. Right now she only cared about Jared. And Jamie- Of course.

Two different types of love- It was so confusing, even though I understood it all. The logical explanation would be that I was in her body and shared her feelings and understandings, although I couldn't bring myself fully round enough to decide.

Or to care. I was turning completely and utterly obnoxious.

'I don't know, or care', she retorted. 'Leave me alone'.

She disappeared.

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The tapping turned to banging, and hesitantly, I followed the sound, pressing my ear to the hollow floor.

I was all alone inside my head and I was beginning to enjoy the feeling. It was sweet and utter bliss. Again, I was sure it wouldn't last long- It never did.

Then again, neither of us were going to last much longer at this rate.

Was she already gone? Had she really grown so weak in the passing days?

I doubted it. Besides, she would have disappeared months ago if she had been weak. We were both dying- that was all.

I would probably never talk to my sister again.

The dull rasps of an unknown object… or thing… pounding from who knows where was actually coming from underneath the floor. Like a silent presence had been there all along.

Edging along the floor slowly, wriggling my hips along for transport, I followed the sound till it seemed to be coming from directly below my ear.

Once I was satisfied with my discovery, having located the right place, I sat bolt upright, my hands searching for any giveaways for an entrance.

Almost instantly, my hands collided with a small, metal latch which jolted my fingers with its temperature.

It was so cold! My hands were already shivering, and I attempted to open the latch.

After three tries, I finally managed to pry its metal frame open, revealing a small trap door which had been engraved and carved into the floor.

Seeking the entrance I needed, I took a deep breath before hauling up the door from the floorboards.

It released with a groan, revealing what I had not expected from underneath.

A dark figure stood below me.

What had we come to unearth?

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