Neither was the corridor or the darkness. The man glanced around his room, looking for the mangled creatures, but they were nowhere to be seen. The third creature was emitting a buzzing noise that grew louder and louder. He lifted a hand toward it, in hopes it would help him, but it did nothing. With the last of his fading vision he saw in the distance, a mysterious figure. His body went limp, the lighter falling from his fingers. The ice creature laughed maniacally while the burning one howled in agony. The creatures clawed and tore at his body.
He tore at the slimy hand on his face and kicked wildly at the other two beasts who caught his legs. The compound, the raging fire, the whirling snow, it all faded back into the darkness. He started screaming.Įverything went black. AND YOU ARE OURS!" It said.Īrms came forth from the churning metal and hugged him in a vice grip, one hand smothered his face, coated with the same foul liquid. Only the left half of its aged face formed from the mass. It's scraggly white hair dripped with a dark mixture that reeked of pure crude oil. A third beast stared back, forming from the shining black metal that was once the wall. He managed to painfully crane his neck to look behind him. The thing around his neck morphed into a smooth metal. He cried out, clawing at the thing around his neck, but his fingernails only broke and tore.Ī third voice. Something wrapped around his throat and lifted him off the ground. He held his hands out in front of him in a helpless attempt to keep them away. "Don't come any closer!" The man changed direction, his gaze switching in between the two creatures approaching him. The second beast too lifted a mangled hand for him and began to wade forward through the piling snow. A heavy blizzard blew in from behind the second creature, extinguishing parts the blaze still burning behind him. "IT'LL NEVER BE OVER, SNAKE!"Ī cold wind bit his face. "IT'S NOT OVER!" The creature spoke with a shrill voice. Clumps of snow clung to the torn pants and lightly colored, knotted hair that dangled in the monster's face. A layer of frost and ice coated the exposed flesh of it's arms and torso. The creature's eyes glowed with the same ethereal light as the other, but this one's body was different. He tore himself from the creatures' grasp, nearly stumbling over his own boots. The man whipped his head around to come face to face with a second demonic creature. To his horror, it was not a gun or a knife, but a small silver lighter.Īnother voiced came from behind. Feeling something in his pants pocket, he closed his fist around the metal and drew it out in front of him.
He shoved his hands into the many pockets of his own fatigues, looking for some kind, any kind, of a weapon to fend it off. "Get away!" He pleaded, but the creature came closer still. The creature lifted a clawed hand to him. "SSNAAAKE!" It hissed in a demonic, guttural growl. Half of it's face was seared down to bone, the remaining left eye shined with an ethereal light that pierced through him. Every inch of the creature's flesh was charred black and smoking. The military fatigues it wore were burned and shredded. It appeared to be human in shape but its limbs were horribly mangled. The inferno parted and a dark figure came forth. The flames spread quickly, circling around him, trapping him. The man shielded his face again and stepped back. A man stood in the center, observing the sullen surroundings. The concrete walls were a dull, dilapidated gray and littered with chipped paint and bullet holes. The worn-out flooring was damp and laden with puddles, dripping from rusted pipes along the ceiling. In it's place now was an endless corridor. An arm rose to shield eyes from the heat as it tore open the heavy darkness. The darkness was suffocating.Īn eruption of fire. The air was heavy and bore down like an agonizing weight. It stretched endlessly in every direction, churning, invisible, yet like a thousand hands reaching out in despair.