The darkness stretched forever. Dorothy turned the flashlight on, and they began their journey down into the abyss. The only sound was that of their feet stepping on the rungs of the ladder. The fear building inside them escaped through the beating of their hearts.
Dorothy could feel every piece of her shaking with the burning unknown. Roger knew he would have to keep himself calmed, or else the woman he loved would be scared. He couldn't bare the thought of causing her such angst.
They had been going down silently for ten minutes straight, both worried that this was a setup. Before they could say it, however, a reflection flashed from below them. Roger moved a few steps ahead, and soon placed his foot down on solid ground. Roger and Dorothy simultaneously sighed in relief.
Silently, they walked on. Roger took the flashlight and led the way. They found themselves engulfed in light as florescent lights turned on. Now they could see where they were...drawers and drawers going up about six feet high, one on top of the other in long rows. A room of drawers.
Roger's curiosity got the better of him, and without a second though, he opened a bottom drawer. Together they gasped and Dorothy covered her mouth to hold back a shocked scream. Roger and Dorothy were standing in a morgue.
There lay an old man, his body covered in burns. A tag hung from his toe...Senator Trikelt...dead forty years.
"This is incredible!" Roger said, exasperated. "Rosewater lead us here...but why?"
Dorothy felt drawn to a drawer next to her. She reached out in hesitation, but quickly pulled out the body. Before she saw the face, Dorothy read the tag...Sybil Rowan.
She suddenly lost all feeling...for a moment she stood silent and numb. Roger saw her in this bewildered state and ran to her aid.
"Dorothy, what's wrong? Answer me, please!"
Dorothy's eyes closed slowly, and she began chanting in her android tongue. All the drawers of the morgue shot open as she opened her eyes, and voices flooded her mind.
Dorothy was overwhelmed by pleading voices. They were calling out for help, but they didn't move at all. The bodies laid still but the voices were loud and dripped with pain. Dorothy fell to her knees, covering her ears. It didn't help, but she wanted so badly to drown them out.
Roger watched in awe as he looked at all of the bodies begin to twitch wildly, and then the arms of every body pointed at Dorothy. She gasped and then the arms of the bodies fell limp again. Roger took Dorothy into his arms.
"What just happened?"
"They want help...my help...I told them I couldn't, that it was too late, but they said I have no choice...I cannot avoid fate."
"Don't be afraid. It's all right now. Let's get home, we can figure out this mystery later."
Roger helped Dorothy to her feet and together they climbed back to the light.
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Sorry it's taking me so long to update, but I'll be extremely busy until next week is over. Oki, so what do you think? I like where it's going. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and leave me lots of reviews. THANKS!
~*Tori*~
Dorothy could feel every piece of her shaking with the burning unknown. Roger knew he would have to keep himself calmed, or else the woman he loved would be scared. He couldn't bare the thought of causing her such angst.
They had been going down silently for ten minutes straight, both worried that this was a setup. Before they could say it, however, a reflection flashed from below them. Roger moved a few steps ahead, and soon placed his foot down on solid ground. Roger and Dorothy simultaneously sighed in relief.
Silently, they walked on. Roger took the flashlight and led the way. They found themselves engulfed in light as florescent lights turned on. Now they could see where they were...drawers and drawers going up about six feet high, one on top of the other in long rows. A room of drawers.
Roger's curiosity got the better of him, and without a second though, he opened a bottom drawer. Together they gasped and Dorothy covered her mouth to hold back a shocked scream. Roger and Dorothy were standing in a morgue.
There lay an old man, his body covered in burns. A tag hung from his toe...Senator Trikelt...dead forty years.
"This is incredible!" Roger said, exasperated. "Rosewater lead us here...but why?"
Dorothy felt drawn to a drawer next to her. She reached out in hesitation, but quickly pulled out the body. Before she saw the face, Dorothy read the tag...Sybil Rowan.
She suddenly lost all feeling...for a moment she stood silent and numb. Roger saw her in this bewildered state and ran to her aid.
"Dorothy, what's wrong? Answer me, please!"
Dorothy's eyes closed slowly, and she began chanting in her android tongue. All the drawers of the morgue shot open as she opened her eyes, and voices flooded her mind.
Dorothy was overwhelmed by pleading voices. They were calling out for help, but they didn't move at all. The bodies laid still but the voices were loud and dripped with pain. Dorothy fell to her knees, covering her ears. It didn't help, but she wanted so badly to drown them out.
Roger watched in awe as he looked at all of the bodies begin to twitch wildly, and then the arms of every body pointed at Dorothy. She gasped and then the arms of the bodies fell limp again. Roger took Dorothy into his arms.
"What just happened?"
"They want help...my help...I told them I couldn't, that it was too late, but they said I have no choice...I cannot avoid fate."
"Don't be afraid. It's all right now. Let's get home, we can figure out this mystery later."
Roger helped Dorothy to her feet and together they climbed back to the light.
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Sorry it's taking me so long to update, but I'll be extremely busy until next week is over. Oki, so what do you think? I like where it's going. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and leave me lots of reviews. THANKS!
~*Tori*~