The tunnels were long and relentless. So after a little while, we had to stop and rest. Which shouldn't be surprising. This same tunnel has been going for what seems to be miles so here we are, sitting against the slimy wall of some tunnel, leading to who knows where. We have yet to come across another intersection and haven't been asked any more questions. Its eerily quiet and I don't know why, but I feel weird and have ever since we went down that little trapdoor. Theres just something not-quite-right about this place..
Although, we did find a torch along the way, not some medieval torch that lights the room with fire, but just a normal flashlight, it was handy since the tunnels were absolutely pitch black, apart from one lonely little light at the end, which, by the way, was slowly getting bigger. It went from a tiny little dot to a slightly small dot.
"I think we should get going. Im starting to loose feeling in my legs. Plus, the sooner we get out of this place the better.." Josh was freaked out, and to be honest, so was I. This place is not ideal and Im not really comfortable with the whole not-knowing-where-were-going thing.
Simultaneously, we get up and start walking.
'How did you get your powers?'
Well, thats going to be an interesting story. Not. "I was six, I was at my fathers lab-he's a scientist. I drank some random chemicals, couldn't see or hear for weeks then one day, I could and I saw these things..." I sigh, knowing that it sounded weird and if they didn't believe me I wouldn't be let in..
Now, it was Josh's turn. Ive never actually heard this before
"Okay, well uh, one day, my father was particularly drunk and angry. I was upstairs doing my homework when he came into my room. He beat me until I was nearly passed out, then he picked me up by the scruff if the neck and thew me down the stairs. I was in the hospital for three weeks in a coma. When I woke up, I had this voice in my head. At first, I was convinced it was a side effect, but as the months went by, I realised it wasn't. He's a permanent part of my life now, sort of like my brother.."
I had never head that before, it was so sad. I knew his father abused him, but I didn't realise that he was that bad. Who the hell pushes his only son down the stairs in the likelihood that he would die! Josh's father is one messed up man..
The questions went on, each on harder to answer than the last.
'Are you challenged in any way?'
'Have you ever killed anyone?'
'Do you have any dead relatives?'
'Are your parents abusive?'
'Have you ever told anyone?'
'Who would you die for?'
'Who would you kill for'