Chapter three: Maze.
I didn’t quit know how I ended up here, but I woke up in mausoleum. I stood up and stepped back just to hit a giant wall. It was so massive I couldn’t even see the top. I looked left and then to my right, and I couldn’t even see the other sides of the room. As I studied the walls closer I read names of various people that I had known throughout my life. Curiously I looked at one. It had my parents name on it, which was very odd considering they where alive last time I was back in reality. So I decided it wasn’t helping to much to stare at names, so I walked aimlessly forward. I had walked for about 15 minutes before I tripped on something. There was a pile of rubix cubes on the ground in front of me, a white one, a black one, and the generic rainbow fashioned one. I couldn’t quite determine which one to pick up considering how fatigued I was from wandering around and being attacked by the shadow. I still have no idea how I’ve survived thus far. I decided to grab the rainbow one because it was the middle ground between white and black. As I reached down to pick it up a breeze of wind blew through my hair and I felt a presence lingering over me. As I reached to finally pick up the rubix cube and look behind me, my hand was evaporated once I got close enough to the cube. I was startled and jumped back and hit a mass of cloth. I looked behind me… Death was staring me in the face. As I stepped back trembling in fear of death, He pointed at me with his bony finger; my body pulsated.
I woke up in my bedroom in my bed quit a bit shook up about the nightmare I had just had, I looked around, everything was normal. As I embraced the warmth of the rising sun, I looked at my hand and the watch was gone. I was not physically harmed in any way or form. I sat up in my bed, planted my feet on the ground with the fuzzy carpet sticking up in-between my toes. I stood up and walked towards my door. As I opened the door and proceeded to walk down the stairs that I had missed so dearly, I did not hear any morning breakfast chit chat. I looked at the clock and it was exactly when breakfast usually is; 9:00am. I couldn’t find anybody in my house, so I assumed they went out to breakfast. I picked up the phone and dialed my friend Dirge’s number. Right before I hit the talk/dial button, my phone rang. I picked it up and it was Dirge. “Hey dude, I just had the weirdest dream” announced Dirge. “Wait, you to!?” I exclaimed. “Yeah a couple others have had it too Gene, so were all heading over to Gerald square to see what’s up, it seems that some of our dreams are connected” said Dirge, “Alright, meet you there.” I thought about what to bring with me. I brought an old katana my parents had on display, and a couple homemade grenades from the Anarchist’s Cookbook.
As I stormed out of the house, my adrenaline pumped through my veins. A pile of emotions where going through me, fear, excitement, and overall I was skeptical about the situation ahead, but as I sprinted down the street I noticed others sprinting along side me. After a while, we did not speak, but one of them had a gas mask on. The other had a cloak on, like something out of a fiction novel. He had a sword like mine and had a determined look in his eyes. As we reached the group of people on Gerald Square, I came to a sudden halt of amazement, There was an giant skeleton that seemed to be held together by gears. I saw many people from my city fending off it’s frenzied strikes. The man next to me with the determined look in his eyes jumping in front of me, withdrew his sword and charged.
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