Chapter: II
The Revelation
Amongst the darkness, amongst the decay, amongst the loneliness, within all the settled death, within all the nothingness, was something. A 17-year old boy to be specific. He had brown hair, and wore a brown jacket. He wasn't very tall, but he wasn't small either. But his characteristics don't matter for the time being. The only thing that matters, is that he's here, in the darkness, amongst the decay and death.
The boy walked slowly out of the shrouded alleyway, entering into the revelation of fog. From what the boy can tell, his vision could only capture objects within a few meters away. The boy could easily tell that he was situated on top of a roof. He couldn't tell how tall the building was but it really didn't matter. For the boy didn't know where he was.
Pacing real slow out of the darkness, the boy vigilantly eyed every corner, attempting to capture any signs of living. But it was all too futile. It was all decay.
"Where am I?" confused, but calmly said. A look of confusion to support the aroused question.
The boy paced up to the roof's edge, making an attempt to sight anything worth sighting. Something interesting perhaps. Maybe even intriguing in the matter. Sight seeing won't get him anywhere though. But the boy needed to see something. Something to at least give him a sake of understanding, a sense of evident position, a knowledge of where he is in the least.
The setting was supplied with an immense settlement of fog. As if the area was isolated? In the sense, yes! A world not of our present dwelling in the matter of interpretation. To this young, confused, individual, it seemed his presence was established within a small, yet modern town. According to his assumptions derived from judgment upon the roof, it seemed he was close to twenty stories above ground.
The young man couldn't help notice the large sign which towered above him.
The sign was composed of large, red, letterings which seemed as if they held dominion over the boy. They were monstrous indeed, but letters were all they were.
The sequence of the letters read: BROOKHAVEN HOTEL.
Yet, this still wasn't enough to serve purpose of reasoning. Confusion dwelled in the sense of the boy still. Knowing "Brookhaven Hotel," doesn't help know where he is, but he needed to find out.
Fog clouded the horizon, in fact, the sight should consider not having one. It was isolated indeed. Yet the boy couldn't help notice the distant structure which grasped his attention. The piece was immensely shaded, but somehow the distant edifice stood out of the other shaded establishments.
The shape of a church, it seemed. It wasn't broad or anything, nothing majestic you find for the highly classed Christian. Just a simple little church, the kind you should at least find in set off towns such as this.
Yeah, it was common alright, but peculiar how it's somehow calling to the boy. Calling in a grasping way, but not the kind call a raging mother bear would make to assemble her endangered cubs. It was the kind of lure that fades in when the keen eye of a python falls upon you. A look that seems to draw you in somehow. You absolutely know that underneath that forwarded snout, underneath those alien scales, sits desperate and eager fangs, waiting to grasp those the keen eyes have fallen upon. Yet it draws you in. Mesmerized you are, knowing the endangerment that's fallen upon you. Not even the raging mother bear's cry can pull you out of the serpent's trance, as it slowly motions towards you. Not slithering…slithering is something for transportation. This isn't transportation. No, the snake's forwarded look just levitates closer. Continuing to cover your field of vision, taking up space of your vision. Until at last, you can no longer detect your outer surroundings, and the only thing your vision resides, are those piercing and keen eyes that have fallen upon you.
And so our boy, stares ever so mesmerized in those keen and piercing windows. Illuminating an outer, red, glow. Ready to take its strike, those double doors slowly jarred, and let loose a shade of green mist and haze. Ever so, the snake's breath hissed out, and expressed its established eagerness. Those doors…will they fulfill their desperation?
Now… Now… Now…
The boy shook his head. Eradicate this anomaly that's settled in his mind. Just what was he thinking?
The young individual stood along the buildings edge, still in the position where he settled all this time. And yet, that church still sat in the distance. Looking upon him, even in the shaded mist. Those keen windows; and those closed doors.
The boy needed to move on. There's nothing here to take interest in.
A set of stairs descended down the side of the building, down to the next floor. It was established that this was the path the young man needed to take. Downward the boy went; it seemed that his attention still focused on the fogged town. Man, the place is sure deserted; wonder what happened to this place?
"Where are you going?" A little girl's voice caught the attention of the boy. She stood at the bottom of the flight. The boy was staggered, he swore that no one was situated at the bottom of those metal stairs. Just how… "Where are you going?" Confused the young man was, apparently he didn't know the answer…the answer…the answer…
The girl had short blond hair, a small face to accompany her large blue eyes. She appeared to be twelve years of age, a young girl indeed. A child of innocence, yeah, so innocent.
The young man, confused, and enthralled, stared into those blue emerald eyes. Just what… "Hey, who are…" The girl turned and fled off. She turned and entered into a dark hall.
"Hey, wait!" The young man pursued after her, despite of his position or whereabouts, he pursued. The boy turned to the dark hall, but his route of escape was damned, for a door slammed shut behind him.
The boy, still confused, continued down the hall. Apparently, he was now in a room, decorated with birthday festoons. Overdone it was actually, a remorse sight, meant for the overexcited child. A welcomed child to say in respect, meant to be greeted with the usual "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" letterings draped across the walls and ceiling. Meant to be overwhelmed by friends and family, appoint a position in the household, in the caste, amongst friends and family.
Yeah, that's what it was. But there's no one here to greet this young man, no one to say: "Congratulations…one year older and wiser too. Happy Birthday…to you!"
No one. Absolutely no one. Except for maybe that enigmatic figure, in the middle of the room. His back was turned to the boy, and he was sitting at a round table. A birthday cake sat next to the figure, crowned with numerous lit candles. The flames seemed quite peculiar, instead of the usual red flame you should come to expect, it glowed a dark jade essence. The figure, from behind, appeared to be an old man. Eating something perhaps.
The boy stepped into the room. A desire to find things out encouraged him to make contact with this old man. However, it's strange how this old person seems to dwell ever so silently and focused.
The boy needed to do something to inform this man of his presence.
"Excuse me…sir!"
The old man continued to devour away his set of offerings. No sign whatsoever of his knowledge to the boy's presence.
"Um…excuse me sir…do you happen to know…where…"
The man raised his head. Somehow his slow and protracted motion seemed strange. Just what was the problem settled?
The boy continued to stare at the man, but in an awkward and perplexed kind of way. But he couldn't help notice a headache starting to arouse and summon. In fact, it was starting to get quite tender! Just what…
The man turned he's head, and quite a face was displayed before the boy. Deformed, blood stained, and piercing it was. The skin was pale and white, but a mold of red outlines covered most of the face. The mouth appeared to have lost most of its skin, revealing deformed and distorted muscle, holding those rotting and red teeth. The eye's were outlined with redness also, the pupils were extremely large and pierced the inner innocence of you. And their position seemed to branch out of their collapsed sockets.
And what of its offerings?
The boy looked in horror at the plate set on the well decorated table. A red tattered organism sat their, waiting to be digested within the demented metabolism. Assuming, it was someone's heart.
And then it hit the boy. Hit him real hard. His head felt as if it was set between the sturdy and robust jaws of life. The pain was ever so excruciating.
The deformed figure started to levitate out of its seat, defying all logic of gravity. And slowly, itfloated towards the boy.
The young man needed to escape. He turned, however, it seemed that his motions were halved and reduced. Slowing down to an ever so sluggish pace. The boy made an attempt to run for the hall, in progression at an ever slow pace. But his eyes meat the hall, and realized his futility to make an escape through the passage. For another deformed specter levitated at the end of the hall. It appeared to be a pale female, whose long, dark, blood covered hair covered the face. She too, started to shift for the young man.
The boy turned once more, only to meet the drastic change that's overcome the room. The walls began to decay away, spilling out blood in the process, as if the entire space was bleeding. The birthday festoons withered away, and the welcoming decorations started to bleed in excess blood, now that their purpose has been served. Only now has the party started.
The furniture rattled and shook, every one of them seemed as if some demonic plaque had settled into them all. The fridge randomly threw its doors in and out, revealing what looked like blood stained heads, once belonging to that of little infants. The sink rumbled and shook, spilling out blood in desperate need of filtering. And the room continued to be covered in dark, redness. There was only one more means of escape. And that was the last door that situated at the end of the room. The boy made a desperate rush towards the door, not that his motions were fast or anything. He could sense the two apparitions draw closer and closer, but he didn't want to make the action to see if the assumption was true. The only thing that mattered to him was that door!
For god sakes, that's all that mattered, was that one door!
Ever so slow was his rush. His head ached. And it seemed that he was slowing down even further.
Closer and closer, the boy's escape was immediate.
But his eyes caught something…the handle to be specific. It appeared to turn to the right. As if some being on the other side was rotating the apparatus.
The door flew open, and their, in the mist, stood the third apparition to join this joyous and welcoming party. He was large, and muscular. Pale like the others, and outlined in the soil of blood. His head, was pierced with many screws and bolts, as if he was something from a horror story or something? He held a large machete in his hand, stained with blood made from other anomalous victims. Ready to take the toll of another, eyed upon the boy's reflection the blade was.
The juggernaut specter paced towards the young man, now surrounded by these welcoming hosts. Ready to make him his guests.
And the headache continued and became ever so painful. Everything seemed to go black and white then. The boy even thought he could see large film scratches in his altered perspective. And then his legs gave way. The boy collapsed to the ground, falling upon red darkness. His mind ever so warping to non-existence.
And their, he laid, as the three specters fell upon him.
