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WITHIN THE BRIGHTEST NIGHT (Part 11)
He placed the flower back in the middle of the floor. He walked back over to the door. There was a handle on the other side.
I'll open it.
He lifted the door and tried it.
The darkness collapsed around him. He tried again.
It won't open.
He looked back to the wall. Then out to the direction of the kitchen. There was a crack in the wall.
He closed his eyes, and waited. There was nothing. He reached out and touched the crack in the wall. He felt the low wall.
It was not exactly wood, but it was harder. He flexed his fingers.
Nope. I'm still empty.
He took a deep breath. He felt he could give up on the entire house and go back to being an ordinary human. He felt something still attached to him. There was one more instinct he hadn't questioned before, but it suddenly seemed undeniable: Something. Something that could save him.
He looked down and saw the shadowy shape above him. His breathing was heavy.
I will make it out of this.
WITHIN THE BRIGHTEST NIGHT (Part 12)
The Dark Cave had its defining feature: a hole in the center. Though the wall was metal, it was less solid than wood. There was a cork over the hole, and a wire above it. A man was only a few feet in. The wire reached all the way to his shoulders. The man had been in this hole for ten minutes.
I will survive. I'm going back to my family.
He tried again.
I will be your prisoner.
The victim had trouble breathing, and he felt his pulse build. He was going to die soon. He had to survive.
But I know that's not true.
Again he closed his eyes, and tried again.
This is not happening.
He opened his eyes and was now seeing the world again.
I'll make it out.
lThe image of the chrysanthemum in the yard of the cottage wasn't something he had seen before. It looked like something else.
WITHIN THE BRIGHTEST NIGHT (Part 13)
What in god's name is going on?
So much blood.
If I survive this, I'll kill the Demon King and end this nightmare.
He wondered what had come over him. How could he fight? When it started, he could have been so much more powerful than he was now. It had only been a few minutes, but he was already weak.
I can do this. I can survive.
As much as he wished it was different, the scene of the man's death broke his heart.
I'm going to die.
He felt his chest constrict. The pain was searing. Blood began to pool in his belly. The air began to boil with a cold horror that would never go away. This wasn't how his father had died. He hadn't been prepared for this.
In the center of the cottage, the dark opening tore open like a gaping wound. As it dovetailed with the portal to the Dark Cave, it was impossible to see the distance between the two points of light. There were shadows visible only at the very end, and he could not be sure how close to the opening he was now. He could see now that the man was lying inside a wall of death. A corner of his eye seemed to see his father's form. What am I doing? I'm supposed to be here with him.
There were groans coming from inside the room. Death could be overheard over the rising buzz of the flames. He tried to clear his mind. He opened his eyes and saw a long, thin wall to his left. And the sight that greeted him was horrendous.
Who had died in this house?
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Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2020
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