Hey guys thanks for reading this fic and giving me the inspiration to carry it throughout to the end, I'm sorry I've left it so long to pick it up again, I'm going to try and finish it in the next two weeks, fingers crossed I do that
Pitch black peace, so peaceful, too peaceful.
Ste's eye's snapped open only to be greeted by the same scene but only now it was more pitch black panic. So many questions ran through him as he tried desperately to get some bearing on the new place he was in. This was no easy task as the room and all its features were invisible to him. The concrete he lay on was uncompromising in giving away even an inkling to where he was.
In standing up he registered that it wasn't any help that he could move because he still had no idea at where he was. He was almost scared to move in case there were any pitfalls lurking in the shadowy blanket surrounding him. He imagined himself standing on a square of concrete with deep pits all around him, just waiting to swallow him whole. That was ridiculous he knew but still the thought lingered.
"Hello," He shouted, straining his voice, he realised he hadn't spoken much to anyone in the last couple of weeks, not to his kids or Amy or anyone. Amy! In a flash he reached for his phone knowing that he could receive help from his best friend and everything would be fine, just as soon as he got his – with horror he grasped at nothing but the material of his trousers. More and more the feeling that he hadn't just gotten drunk and woken up in an unusual place was over coming him.
From somewhere close by he heard an unlocking sound and an opening of a door, his heart stopped. A blinding light struck him causing him to stagger backwards in overwhelming pain.
"Ah you're up, welcome back Stephen!" A voice said
Only one person called him that, a slight relief filled him but was suffocated by white hot fury "Brendan what the fu-"
"No sorry Stephen, as much as I would love to spend a day in that delightful Brendan's shoes, I am not him," came the voice again, as Ste's eyes adjusted to the light in front of him, he could make out a figure.
All at once Ste was flooded with images of the girls murdered in the village and Rae…."Silas?"
"Ah well done," the old man replied, a smirk evident in his gravely unnaturally warm voice.
The hatred for the man in front of him rose to incredulous amounts resulting in Ste lunging at the man, he had no idea what he would do once he had a hold of him but that didn't matter as long as he could just get him. But before he could get there the door was shut in his face.
"Temper, temper young Stephen, think I'll leave you to learn some manners," Silas called from the other side of the door
Crying out his anger Ste banged against the metal door he had so ungracefully feel in to.