THE DESCENT

She had awoken, her long blondish hair curled beside her warm breath. As she had gasped over and over again for the same satisfaction that the others were given. She was given no word on whether she could awake or even die. She was told multiple times, over and over; ‘You will not leave this place.’ The words echoed in her encased mind. Her skull was covering up the words she wished to speak. Being held back for so long, is it any wonder why she couldn’t speak? Perhaps not. She awoke with her hands fiddling together whilst she smiled with her beautiful lips touching once more. She grasped her pillow with frustration and threw it to the other side of the room. As the pillow landed, the white door sealed with barbed wire had opened.

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1. CHAPTER 1

- CHAPTER 1 –

She had awoken. Her long blondish hair curled beside her warm breath as she had gasped over and over again for the same satisfaction that the others were given. She was given no word on whether she could awake or even die. She was told multiple times, over and over; ‘You will not leave this place.’ The words echoed in her encased mind. Her skull was covering up the words she wished to speak. Being held back for so long is it any wonder why she couldn’t speak? Perhaps not. She awoke with her hands fiddling together whilst she smiled with her beautiful lips touching once more. She grasped her pillow with frustration and threw it to the other side of the room. As the pillow landed, the white door sealed with barbed wire had opened.

“You've awoken?” A voice whispered.

“Yes. Who are you?” She called.

“…Nobody…”

She threw another pillow with hatred for the room she was in. This pillow landed beside the stranger, as it went through the open gap in the door. The floor creaked as if someone was behind the stranger. She grabbed her blanket from underneath her as she replied back to the voice in a calm-like posture. She didn’t make any intrusion on the situation, she didn’t invade private spaces. The stranger waved his hand through the door, not revealing his face to the girl. She was pretty upset, upset with what was going on around her. No faces have been seen. Why must I wait for a face to meet me?  She thought to herself.

“Wave back… It’s the right thing to do…” the voice giggled.

“No, no, I can’t do that. I’m sorry…” the girl replied.

The door creaked shut as the stranger behind it left his hand in the room. Little to the girl’s mind, she hadn’t picked up on the fact that the stranger had left a helping hand behind. She kept her mind relaxed and did what an ordinary everyday person would usually do in the morning. Rather than getting up straight away; she tucked in the sheets and put away the old blankets. She left the blanket on the floor with little to no care in the world. She realised her pillows had disappeared but knew about one of them that vanished. The stranger had taken the pillow. Not quite, the pillow was still in the building, the area at-least. The girl had nothing to throw at the stranger for next time. Her empty bed was pretty much empty. Her mind focused on her situation, trapped in a room. Little to no heating, little to no food. She had no access to downstairs, whatever that meant…

As she sat down on the edge of the bed, it creaked. She had a relaxation task in-mind. Something to ease the nerves, she had thought. She looked down at the floor in despise for what it is hiding underneath it. She was curious to what lurked beneath floor boards. She was curious to what moved and wriggled through the walls. She was curious to what made her itch in the night. Nothing made sense, at-least to her. She was too busy thinking about a way to escape with the stranger not knowing. She was little to nothing compared to what room she had been put in. A room full of mystery and shadows that lurk above. She also spotted a man in a top hat one night, it looked at her with beady little eyes. It pulled out a cane from behind its shadow and made the floors creak using little to no effort. She watched the man watch her, as they both watched each-other.

“Cane, do you have your cane today?” The girl asked.

“No cane… no cane today…”

She could’ve swore she heard a reply but she couldn’t make much sense out of it. It wasn’t an everyday sentence you’d hear from time to time. It was nothing more than two words that would repeat with today in them. As a day would cycle so would the words that were spoken before? She believed that the top-hat man had nothing but a cycle to go along with him. She hadn’t thought of whether the man was actually real. She always spoke to him with questions in mind. She wanted to ask why the tuxedo? She wanted to ask Why the cane? Her questions would never be answered. She’d forget her questions each day. Every day would bring new questions to the room. Her mind would play tricks on her, as she’d think about happy thoughts to comfort her. She’d even try eating the food left behind by scurrying mice. The top hat man was one thing to her, a food source. She believed that the top hat man had the power to leave the area. Teleportation, so she had thought. In-fact, the top hat man was just some old clothes.

“I don’t suppose, you had brought anything with you?” The girl asked in curiosity.

“No cane… but I did bring this. It’s what I like to call the surface…”

The room changed in the blink of an eye. She could see nothing more than a brand new floor with a table sitting on top. She caught the attention of the top hat man as it showed her something new. A new floor, a new area, something new. She sat down near the table and didn’t ask about her bed, she didn’t ask about the room before. She just sat near the table with little thoughts in mind. The top hat man had gotten her, gotten her to drink something foul. She was handed something tasty, something considered a drink. As the top hat man stood there, his shadow over-took him. His body disappeared into darkness, but the girl was more impressed with the drinks on the table. She could’ve sworn that she didn’t see anything but the realism behind her so-called clothes was far too impressive for her eyes. The top hat man was no more, not on the floor, not at her door.

She took a sip of the green liquid first. “This is… yummy! – Wow! Did you really make this drink, yourself?”

“You tell me… this floor is nothing more than a flaw of a floor…”

She heard the top hat man speak again, it told her two of the same words. She presumed he was malfunctioning but didn’t wish to disturb him. She sipped each drink expecting a new flavour, she was drinking something disgusting. It had been something foul, it may have been tasty on the first floor but her drinks were nothing more; than a liquid that could burn your mouth and even melt your door. It was a special kind of liquid that could destroy the skin of others, it was like acid but something far worse. It was something evil and it was lurking beneath everyone. It would creep inside you and flow down your body streams, as it would settle in your blood and become nothing more… than gasses, poisonous gasses that would surely make you fall.

She took a sip of the red liquid. “Tastes like metal, but it feels so good…”

“It’s nothing more, it’s nothing more… you shall see on the next and possibly, final floor…”

She had drank something red, a liquid that bled. She didn’t think anything of it but she did enjoy the taste. The top hat man granted her three drinks from outer space. So she had thought, her little imagination had made her so thoughtless. She didn’t really think but continued to drink. The top hat man would mock her, but she didn’t hear the sounds of anything. She’d hear a gulp or a gasp, it was really something that surely couldn’t last. Until she realised that the next floor she was on was something more than a drinking floor.

“What, what is this, why did you move me?” The girl stomped her feet.

“Nothing more… really, it was just an ordinary floor…”

She rubbed her eyes and couldn’t believe what was left for her. It was a floor like no other, it had a door, yes. But every room she’d go to, it would be nothing more than a random floor. Sealed with walls and closed in spaces, she’d swear she had seen many, many familiar faces. The top hat man had little to say on this floor, he had one word for her but told her to Stay Away. She didn’t listen but who could blame her when she was after-all listening to some fake favour. So it seemed, everything sounded like favour but the top hat man could grant her so many floors to see. He promised her with every drink you’d have a new flavour. It would be sweet and sour or something that gives a boost, something that makes you sick. The top hat man said there are no boundaries, he mentioned this when the girl had asked for some foundries. You may ask why she’d ask such a thing, but trust them. If not trust him. You’ll soon find your answer. Because in this place, everything seems to change for good. A cycle of a day is nothing to what the top hat man had planned.

“Twenty four hours ago, hard to believe it’s been twenty four hours…” the girl sighed.

“Why bother with time? – You’ve done nothing. Sitting there alone, is that really the way to go?”

The top hat man didn’t speak. But the girl heard some kind of voice, and it told her what to do. It asked her question with little to no clue.

“What is this place? What am I?”

“Something special, you’re pretty much with nothing but a stranger. Has nobody told you the rules of this place? Has nobody told you that you are nothing and lost within yourself?”

“What does that mean?” The girl asked.

“Lost with-in yourself is pretty harsh… I guess I’ve been too tough on you. But who can blame you? You see, you have it easy. One floor to the next, and that’s just your life repeating over and over again…”

The top hat man clapped his shadowy hands and let out a bit of laughter which sent shivers down her spine. She looked up at the top hat man as it smiled with a strange looking mouth. She heard a small voice, as it sounded quite like an Elf. She wasn’t shocked to what she had seen, but she was pretty fed up of being treated rotten or mean. The top hat man glimpsed at her, and covered up its face. It was him right? He wasn’t really from out of space? – She’d ask many questions but little to answers. The room she was in would change with no reasons for it. The events that would take place, she’d soon forget anyways. The top hat man snickered at her, and mocked her movement around the floor she was left on. It would make a sarcastic clap and then just like that, it would vanish into darkness. But its smile would still gleam inside her head, she couldn’t stop it or control it.

“Take me back, I wish to go back to bed.”

“Not quite… If you leave now, I hate to be the one to tell you this. But if you leave now, you’ll doom yourself.”

“No, please. Just take me back, I want to go back to bed.” She pleaded.

“The others didn’t make it. You did. What is the problem?”

“Others? My family, you mean?”

“Little to no memory, your pretty much brain dead.”

“Are you talking about my family?”

“The next floor is not our last, but if you wish to fall, you can and you shall, pretty fast.”

“What does that mean?” The girl asked.

“Nothing, it is nothing…”

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