𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: π’π‹π„π„ππ˜π‡π„π€πƒ

1985, The Birth: Nobody was to know that an innocent entity would be taken hostage. Several minds were alerted as an assignment had been given to a mysterious figure. The Tall Man shook his coat dry; the bloody tears left the stone cold texture as rough edges curved around the girl’s skull. Her throat no longer used for basic functions (AI Entity) She was given a new life through the one they call Sleepy. Her name was passed down by the shadows that birthed her. Nobody knows where she came from . . . (3rd Book In The Series)

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1. UNO

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓: π’π‹π„π„ππ˜π‡π„π€πƒ

- 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 UNO -

Down beneath the trembling bodies, and the worn out skins. A mother of two had given away twin children to a storage facility underneath pipelines. Rusting away amongst many others was neither man or woman; a robotic figure that had been cascaded in darkness from the very beginning of deployment. Its fear was not scripted, and its harmony was not untouched. The screeching echoes from beneath revealed an AI controlled creation that could scream for help. Not a single living organism knew anything about this startling find. As all of this had just been a ploy to trick several families into following the screams from below. One by one they’d travel; hand in hand as the clock continues to tick by. Beside a worn out bed is a dying woman who’s given her two children away to masked individuals. These two twins laughed at the irony that she had left behind.

Darkness would smear those who didn’t wash away from the ink above. Pen to paper, and she’d tremble. Pen to paper as her body would descend the stairwell. Not a single witness could speak out of the troubling matters that she left behind her faded shadow. A masked individual would soon reach down from the cracks in the ceiling to pull up the bait. She didn’t know that the bait had been herself, and the masked figure didn’t have to reveal anything to her as the mask spoke for itself. Weird, but wonderful nonetheless. A sound of a little girl crying is enough to warm the heart of many. Others feel afraid, and concerned for having to stand by watching a little girl let out tears. It’s not long until The Silencer is revealed from sponge-like substance that had tangled itself around the purest of reds (Echo). It doesn’t make sense to someone who thinks inside a box. If you’d think outside the box? Surely it wouldn’t make a difference.

Entangled in several appendages that were growing out of a bloody wall. Her throat opened wider as the sting had been pierced into her chest. Leaving the sharpest pain to run up her bloodstream, her heart being squeezed by the tendrils that had been growing from cysts. Beneath the skin lies a dark secret, and beneath the body lies a darker secret. The heart itself cemented in a pure white creamy substance. Her bones latched on to whatever skin wouldn’t rot away. Crackling down as her jaw reaches the limit that had been forced upon her. Force fed, force dressed, and this little girl is no longer feeling anything but fear. Her fear is not to be tolerable, and her mind is just endangered. According to the stimulant that had been injected into her rectum at a very young age. Not a single witness could forward to oppose these bold claims.

Evidence was inside her. Yet, not a single woman could stand without falling down. Her body spoke for itself, as did the mechanical wiring that had been left inside her brain. Forced under pressure by a masked individual; she suffers from the nightmares that eat away the insides. Her mind cracks to reveal shallow waters that runs thicker than water. Her two eyes pour out liquids that don’t quite match the substance found inside her. Not a single man would speak out for her, and the parents of two didn’t dare look back on the monster that was supposed to be their true pure daughter. Purified was an existing term to describe the purity of a lost soul.

If the soul was leaking, it would mean having to be recycled in a facility that nobody knew of. Her brain was full with overloading data that would corrupt another one’s mind with the simplest wiring. Red, blue, green, and not a single wire would connect. The visuals that were on screen just a few metres away from her was displaying a video that had been recorded with still-images interfering with the footage. Nobody noticed the change of frames apart from the one that slumbers. The single individual that is taken back by the masked individual. Not even startled by the pitch changing with the music. Her heart beats, and the stimulant removes the heat. Almost built like a reactor; her urge is leave the very place she was given birth to. Yet, nobody knows where she’s from. They act as if she’s the loneliest woman to ever reach climax within a few minutes of surgery. β€˜What does that even mean?’ A voice speaks out from beneath her fingertips.

β€œIt’s not that you are afraid of this place.” A tall individual rises from a shadowed chair. β€œThis place is afraid of you.”

Her arms tucked away under blankets. Her eyes wanting to open without the sensation of being watched. The darkest purity is hidden within her, and her blood follows through with a stream of ongoing poison. Toxic veins built inside her skin, and the jellyfish-like glow shares the same see-through body that had been seen many times before. Her dream was to swim amongst fish, and the ocean was her home. The creature beneath her feet would claw away anything she had written in the sand that had been left behind by some workers. Two antennas to reveal the builder’s bodies. But only to be watched through a squared window. Rectangle would be corrupted within the first minute of it being built. These workers were being watched, and they could build to their hearts content.

She looked down at the shadow that snuck underneath the chair. β€œI-I don’t think I know you. Do I?”

The chair stayed in place as the shadowed figure moved towards a chalked out art piece. β€œScribbles. You can call me that, it’s close enough to what you are going to end up calling me.”

She gasped beneath the first gasp that felt too real. β€œIt’s not that I don’t think your human.” Her sentence didn’t happen.

A voice whispered in her left ear. The sting left inside her had burrowed into her chest.

β€œGive it time. It’s not an easy process, and I’d be surprised if you were to name me something referring to insects.” It laughed, β€œI just can’t quite understand your tone.”

She blinked, her knees shaking with the legs not following the rhythm. β€œI’m just afraid that you’re going to stop me from seeing my family.”

All of these words coming out of her mouth without any link to anything that been said before. She couldn’t control everything that she had to say, as she felt as if the controller was controlling her mouth. The words would emit with the mouth opening several times.

β€œI don’t want you to think of this place as dangerous.” Sounding very unconvincing with its slithering tone. β€œIt’s better to believe in a better place than to find the place you want to feel better in.”

The chair rocked as the floor itself was now rolling up like a worn-out rug. The screams from beneath echoed throughout the room. The floor underneath her feet would not move a single thread forward. She couldn’t make out how the rug was moving on its own. As the shadow that had more of a manly voice spoke out with its creepy echoed screeches. Every so often it would speak a little more, and the whispers in her two ears would tell her about the messed up world she has placed herself in.

β€œOkay, how about I ask you a few questions.” Again, not knowing what she wanted to say was starting to pressurize her.

As the chair stopped rocking back and forth; she was now convinced that someone was sitting down with a more comfortable seat to support them than her own. Feeling afraid as her heart continued to pump blood around her stone-cold body. Her own feelings weren’t pulling her down as she had once thought. The voice that spoke in her left ear sounded more female than the one in her right. Almost motherly as it would tell her how she means everything to the world. Although, the other didn’t speak as much; it still told her what she didn’t want to hear. Or so she thought.

β€œQuestions? There’s something wrong with that question.” It moved the chair forwards. β€œMaybe, it’s the way you asked me that question?”

β€œHuh? I didn’t ask you a question.” Her mind hitting reality like a stone hitting the rivers around her mother’s home. All just thoughts that had been fragments sent around a pool of nothingness.

β€œPrecisely why I didn’t answer your question.” It continued to speak; β€œI’m not one for words, but I am one who likes to see them rather than hear them.”

Her brain switched on as thoughts raced by within the seconds that had passed her. β€œIt’s not that I need an answer or anything like that.”

As she waited for the voices to drown out the ambience that had sucked her in. A creepy smile formed on her face as white chalk lines were now being drawn around her. A light switched on revealing one of her many thought to be fingers. Her left hand held tight by a shadow’s claw that only dug deeper into the flesh whenever she hadn’t noticed the pain within. A weep and her mind would scatter as would her ashes. Her body continued to develop as the creature in front of her continued to be shrouded by mystery.

β€œIt’s not like I was going to answer your question.” The chair moved closer. β€œI was simply stating the obvious. How could it be that a girl your age is so confused on her whereabouts?”

β€œThat was a question, right?” Her mind pondered a little while longer.

β€œA rhetorical question, indeed.” The chair moved back as the shadow started to develop. β€œIt’s good to see that you can see what is right in front of you.”

As she thought about what it had told her, she couldn’t help but think about why there’s nothing in front of her. The only thing that was anywhere but close to her was a chair that had been rocking from time to time. A light revealed one of her many fingers, and her thoughts raced on at a much slower pace than last time.

β€œTell me, what is it like to be blinded by the shadows?” Its voice continued to speak in riddles. β€œNo. Wait, don’t just tell me. Show me!”

Just as it had finished speaking a light out of nowhere flicked on and off. The girl couldn’t help but take short breaths, her chest continued to lose blood from within. Almost feeling frightened by the voices that surrounded her; she couldn’t think straight. The chair moved a little closer towards the chalked out lines. As a line faded away so did a fragment of shadow from the figure. Now looking directly at this bright white glow. It was shaped like a puzzle piece from a jigsaw puzzle. No rough edges, and most of the piece looked damage in some way.

β€œI don’t know how to answer that question.” She couldn’t help but think that this question had no answer.

β€œThen, I must continue with what I wanted to tell you from the moment you stepped in here.” Its tone didn’t sound promising.

β€œYes.”

β€œGood, and it’s without much consideration that you walked in here by your own free will.” It laughed, β€œthen again, I do see the resemblance.”

β€œHuh?” She wished she could scratch her head.

β€œYes. It’s a real shame that you walked in here with your head held so high.” The chair moved away from the lines. β€œThen again, I wouldn’t have met you if it wasn’t for you crossing the lines.”

β€œWhat lines?” She couldn’t see the ones that were right in front of her.

β€œIt’s obvious to me that you look a little too deeply into things.” The chair screeched off an invisible floor. β€œThat’s something that we both share. Thoughts that keep us distracted from the outside world.”

β€œThere’s no such thing. I was told on the way in that you were the one I should speak to.” She spoke out as if something was controlling her from within.

β€œAh, it seems to me that I too have been blinded by the foolery that they have left in you.” It mocked her conversation. β€œIt also seems to me that you are a little weaker than I was first promised before meeting you.”

β€œPromised? I may be weak, but I know when I’ve made a promise to someone.”

β€œWell… did you?” Its voice startled by the question that was on both of their minds.

β€œYes. I just didn’t make a promise to a stranger. I promised that I’d be home for dinner.” She spoke out feeling confident.

β€œAh. That sure is the old tale that goes along with this very old woman that sits beside you.” It spoke in riddles. β€œAnd even then I’m surprised that you haven’t tried to move that finger of yours.”

Something came to mind, she couldn’t accept that the light was revealing her finger. β€œI don’t believe in showing before telling. I learned that in show & tell.”

β€œLooks like you have had a rough life before these times.” The chair rocked forward. β€œMaybe, it’s about time for that dinner I promised you.”

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