THE LAST ONES REMAINING [THE LOST SON]

Everything had passed on, the people that lived, the people that died… nobody remembers them. I for one, I took it too seriously, the city was falling apart, as well as me… they had precious stones, precious lives, and it all went to shit! – Nobody has the sanity of an Ox, whatever that means… bodies rest outside, I rest inside, locked away, nobody to see but myself in the reflection of an old mirror. This place is rundown, broken down into small fragments of memory. They said I’d be better off here, and I told them that better of anywhere is better off dead. It all made sense to me, my so-called father couldn’t see what I could see. He was too blind, blinded by his lost daughter, I’m sick for mentioning that… [18+ RATED] [ADULT-HUMOUR] [VIOLENCE]

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1. The Run-down City Of Humans

- Chapter 1 –

The Run-down City of Humans

10 Years Later...

Everything had passed on. The people that lived. The people that died… nobody remembers them. I for one, I took it too seriously, the city was falling apart, as well as me… they had precious stones, precious lives, and it all went to shit! – Nobody has the sanity of an Ox, whatever that means… bodies rest outside, I rest inside, locked away, nobody to see but myself in the reflection of an old mirror. This place is rundown, broken down into small fragments of memory. They said I’d be better off here, and I told them that better of anywhere is better off dead. It all made sense to me, my so-called father couldn’t see what I could see. He was too blind, blinded by his lost daughter, I’m sick for mentioning that…

The sky was swollen up into a whirlpool of madness, redness and blueness mixing together. Dark clouds formed over the horizons and a gust of wind echoed through the empty tunnels of the dead. The tunnels were closed down due to road works, families and individuals were trying to make life worth living again. Many tried to build up businesses from the ground up, and many tried to block away the past, the past was always at the door, waiting for the right moment to strike. It would creak, and nobody would expect a thing, they’d expect their lives to be back to normal. There is no normal in this city, the children that once played and smiled with cheer, they are all doomed, lost souls trapped in a fake-reality world.

Buried deep with-in was a boy who grew up, he grew up through torture and threats in both ears. His mind got the better of him, he’d follow his mind more than he’d follow his heart. White masked beings had him locked away. They told him that everything was going to be, okay. He was lied to, they were working on people, doing experiments on the upper-floors. Privacy was common, it was no longer rare. Anybody had the chance to perform surgery without license. Screaming children would echo through the elevator tunnels, as you’d go down, you’d hear them crying for mercy. The boy once trapped grew up to become a man, sadly his social life was limited. Many who were trapped, alone and lost for years or months… they’d all come out the same way. Dying, gasping for air, begging for freedom. When the gates would open, they’d pray on the spot, even if the spot was covered in dried blood. It seems disgusting, but life had changed in the city. The world was losing control, or more like taking control of everything, the events, the horrific deaths, and severe blows to the head. No human-being had power, not the power people would look-up to. This power was a new kind of power. Everyone possessed it; many didn’t know… but the ones that did know used it for a greater evil and a greater good…

1…2…3… I’ll be safe soon, you and me… The boy cried into his arms, he didn’t call himself a man. He was lost for any grown-up, he had to turn out mental. Like many trapped behind walls, trapped behind closed doors. They all became insane in some kind of way, each one had their own symptoms. This boy, man… had the insanity of a man that died. 4… 5… 6… It’ll be the end of those that call the kicks… he didn’t make much sense, but his mind told him differently. It lied to him, he constantly believed that the human brain was always correct. They had brainwashed him, committed crimes, packing up their equipment and planning on escaping. Leaving behind failed experiments, failed beings that have been changed by their own kind. Children’s corpses laid against the walls, the experiments always led to death, pain, extreme suffering, and severe illnesses… some humans changed completely; into freaks that should never have existed.

7… 8… 9… You and me, will be fine… He always referred to his mind as a being. He believed that the brain was a person, someone to talk to. Someone to look-up to, someone to cry with. He had passion, he believed that his mind was perfectly normal. They had made him into this, they had made him into a darker person. This boy, man… became a monster, insane with thoughts of others. Anything that sounded sane became insane, his mind’s trickery formed all kinds of dangers to himself. He lost track of his age, he lost track of those that he lost years ago… he remembered little parts that were connected to bigger stories. His memories were erased, not completely, though. They were pretty much broken down into fragments, like the city as it tried to repair itself. Sadly, buildings don’t build themselves, so unfortunately for the survivors, they had no hope, and they had to do all the work. Even if the scenery made you vomit…

10…11…12… The harm he’ll bring, it’ll make me sing… twelve is nothing compared to eleven… he shook in his jacket, his dark hooded jacket. The scenario that he couldn’t get his head around; blood on his hands, brutally beaten in the past, full of bruises and cuts. His soul was for the taking, scientists knew this – and wanted in on any kind of surgeon opportunities. He’d break away now and then, trying to remember those he had lost. Sadly, his brain failed to bring back the haunting memories he wished to hear in his ears. He wanted the echo to join his ear drums, so he could feed on the screams of others. He wanted safety, but nobody could give him that, not a promise with it. It would always end in lies… he was a lost kid, a lucky survivor.

“L-let me out, let me out of here! I beg of you… p-please…” he rattled the iron bars. His voice echoed, leaving him with the sound of his own voice to fill his mind with insane thoughts.

I’m alone… a-alone without anybody… “Please! Let me out! I just want to see the light…”

He held onto the iron bars tightly, looking sorry for himself. He stared into the dark fog surroundings his cell.

“If- anybody is there… p-please, just say your name…” he whispered to himself.

“Hello?” He could’ve swore he heard a voice.

“Yes, yes… yes! – Tell me your name!”

“…10…” the voice replied.

“Ten? You’re ten years old, yes?” He ignored the voice’s reply.

“…10… and a half, failed…”

“No, speak to me! Don’t leave me here!” He begged.

“…half, failed… many survived…” the voice sounded distant.

“You can’t be telling me you failed… allow me to survive!”

“Survived without precaution… in danger, Hell is near…”

The voice faded away, and the man could’ve swore he saw a shadow in the fog…

He went back into his corner, he named it the ‘corner of safety.’ – His corner of safety. Little did he know, the more he’d ask himself, the little he’d learn? His mind was filled with fake emotions bursting to come out. His imaginary facial expressions printed in his mind like a book. He just wanted to see some light, but nobody could give him that, even if they tried. He was unknown to the situation on his shoulders. He was in a deep-underground building. It had to be hidden, secrecy was important to the strangers who roamed the areas. There was always an answer, every answer had a reason to exist. The questions you’d ask yourself would cease to be real. They’d blossom like flowers in the chests of those that have lost too much. Way too much to handle. Suicidal victims were left dead in the under-ground cells. The boy trapped in man’s body barely had any reason or motives to be where he was. He just wanted a second chance, again, nobody would bring him that. He had himself and that was all that mattered. The scientists researched insanity and loss, and mixed elements of emotions together. This would break-up the family reunions and put an end to social lives. They brought fear to the victims, and scared the prisoners half-to-death. Many had died, heart-attacks, failed experiments…

I saw something, no, no, we saw something…

“…11… Eleven people died…” the voice returned.

“…You! You’re back – tell me what’s going on!”

“…12… floors remain…”

“Twelve floors. Eleven people died?” He said to himself.

“…13… security died…”

“Thirteen security died?”

“…7… were lost…”

“Seven were lost? What is the meaning of this?!” He screamed.

“Darkness conceals… blood rinses… life is held in hands… relationships burn…”

“What does this have to do with the numbers?!”

“Trapped. Locked away… holding onto bars, begging for mercy that doesn’t exist.”

The boy in the man’s body snapped. He rattled the iron bars once more. He screamed from the top of his lungs, turning his head side wards, trying to fit between the gaps. He gave up in anger, whacking his head off the walls, begging for mercy. As he fell onto the ground, shivering from the cool air that had begun to enter the cells. His left eye caught the sight of three lines down the middle of the floor. As he looked up, he could see blood smeared across the celling. His mind made dripping sounds, it echoed in his mind. His brain snapped, bringing back a memory to haunt him. He placed his hands on his forehead, pushing pressure down furiously. He screamed again, his voice echoed through-out the foggy corridors.

- Flash Back – The boy sees himself leave his man’s shell, his body just stands there frozen. Staring at the blood on the celling, he remembers a past memory…

“…Make sure he is put down like all the others… any factual damage to the skull, and his body will dissolve…”

The room is full of people muttering random sentences. They are talking with facts in mind, but the boy can’t hear the words properly…

“Right, the boy is down. Scanning in process?” The boy focused his mind in the flash-back, he sees a strongly built bold man in a suit.

“Scanning? No, no, that’ll be too easy… this one knew about someone in the past. Someone that doesn’t exist… there are no files on that someone, either!”

The boy sees himself be placed on the floor gently, the bald man his furious with the other shadowed figures. He is angry with one of them, but you can’t tell.

“…Let go of him! Let go of that brat!” A voice screams.

“B-but… he had to- he needs to be diagnosed. This kid… he might have power! Power to run the city…”

The sound of a shotgun being loaded is heard. The boy’s eyes slowly fade away, as his vision becomes harder to see through. Becoming less clear with every reload of the shotgun.

BANG! – The gun went off, spraying several bullets into someone or something… blood insanity landed on the celling, forming a smear of blood.

- Flash Back Ended – The boy trapped in the man’s body sees his empty shell, he goes back inside screaming in panic. He kicks the iron bars in fury.

“You lied to me! You fucking lied to me!” He screamed.

“Redness… it awaits you… the same fate is to come…”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever! You can’t just insult me with lies! Fill my head with complete crap!”

“Lying is receiving… shadows are limited… memories are to be forgotten…”

He kicked the iron bars again, hoping they’d break. Sadly, they did not. He was still between four walls and fog mocking him from the outside. He saw the voice as the fog speaking to him, but at the same time he felt that he was speaking to himself.

The sound of a radio breaks the vowel of silence.

PSS- PSS- PSS-

“This is Johnny speaking. I-I’ve found something, a broken light switch, this place is pretty dread, bro…”

PSS- PSS- PSS- Crackle- Crackle-

“I’m reading you. The place is dead, I’ve found nothing but dead… what about you? Over.”

PSS- PSS- PSS-

“I’ve found death, too. I keep hearing voices, though… Over.”

PSS- PSS- PSS-

“Same here… it seems to get worse near the foggy areas…”

PSS- PSS- PSS-

“I need a reading on this fog, what is it? – It can’t be fog… I’m feeling sick… really sick…”

PSS- PSS- PSS- Radio shuts down…

*No Signal received*

After hearing the radio, he screams louder, trying to make sense of what he heard. He remembers something about the fog but forgot due to his mind fighting his senses. He was at war with himself, whatever that means. It is hard to explain. The boy cried into his blood-stained hands, not realizing that there was blood on his hands. He rattled the iron bars once more, hoping to get out of the foggy area. After hearing something about it on a radio, he believed that the fog was dangerous. He was afraid of what the fog could do to him over-time. He didn’t wish to find out, either. He just wanted to leave the cell and see some light. Little did he know, the world was dying outside… if he was to see light, he’d hate to see it ever again.

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