Chapter Twenty Nine: Where in the World is Adam?
Adam's POV
I inhaled sharply again, gasping for air. I was drowning, I was going to die . . . I was on a cold metal floor. I inhaled again, nearly gagging from a foul smell coming from close by. Tears came to my eyes. I blinked forcefully, but saw nothing but darkness.
It was pitch black. I coughed, the smell sticking to my throat and lungs. I continued coughing. Where the hell was I? I sat up and covered my mouth with my arm. Well, at least I could move.
I remembered being back in the maze. I felt my right hand with my left one. Each was bandaged expertly. I touched the back of my head, where I had struck the ground. That was bandaged, too.
"What the fuck is going on?" I asked aloud.
I squinted into the darkness, my eyes slightly adjusted. A dark shape was a short distance away from me. I edged toward it and realized the smell was coming from it. I recognized the smell, I just didn't want to admit how close I was to it.
It was rotting flesh. The smell of death. Zep's bashed-in head came to my thoughts and I felt my stomach turn. What was I doing here?
Of course, it was Jigsaw again. How could I not forget?
"What are you doing?" I called.
"Good morning, Adam," Jigsaw's voice came with its usual edge of laughter. "I hope your head is feeling a little better."
"Where am I?"
"You're in a coffin. Which is where you should be, but you've managed to escape your fate again and again. Now, we'll see if you really invincible."
I inhaled again at the word "coffin." That led me into a coughing fit because of the decomposing body beside me.
"Ah, I see you've met your roommate," Jigsaw said. "If you'll examine his face, I believe you'll be in for a surprise. Find your footing."
"What the hell does that mean?" I snapped angrily.
I kicked my feet and felt something move. I could barely move in the small space, a fit of claustrophobia was setting in. I finally found the rolling object at my feet and push it up with my foot. I reached down and pulled it up the rest of the way.
It was a small flashlight. I flipped it on and felt my eyes burn in the beam of light. I had it pointed up into my face. I moved it away and blinked the spots away. Slowly I directed it toward the body beside me.
The first thing I recognized was the thin scar on his chin. He always said how proud he was that he got it in a bar brawl when he was a teenager. Then, his nose, identical to mine, prodded from his face. I stopped at his eyes, clouded and sunken in to his skull. They used to be the same color mine were. The dark hair with flecks of gray still grew from his scalp.
My "roommate" was my father. And he had been dead for three years.
A/N: Okay, guys, this chapter really has nothing to do with the story at this point, though it does hint where Adam is . . . or maybe it doesn't. Who knows? Heck, I'm the author and I don't even know! Anyway, I just kind of missed Adam and I wanted to assure all of you that he is alive. I'm not pullin' your leg! Until next time!
