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Chapter 1: Prologue
Date Published: January 16th, 2015
The only thing i can feel as i bathe on my own life-blood... searing hot pain can be felt in my abdomen as a small whole gaped, my innards poking out.
'How did it come to this?' i thought
As the world began spinning before my eyes.
'What did i do to deserve this?'
And then there I was, dead.
Hours before my fated death.
In the heat of summer, sunlight pierced my skin like sharp-tipped arrows. I was all tied up. Though I may be a social introvert, I was never a criminal… I was tied up for a different reason. Well, the reason… I don’t know.
I was stuck in a big black room, dim light falling through a small hole from where I was. I tube running up where the light of day was able to seep in, the time I have been here has been enough to let my eyes adjust enough to see outlines and analyze the room. A box-room with a door, I navigated my way through the door and touched it.
I pushed through the door. Swift cold air swept through me as, I stood still with my eyes closed feeling in the bliss; no lights… it was pitch-black.
Currently I have both my hands and feet restrained, I’m walking down the dark damp hallway. I can barely extend my feet away from each-other as the metal chains clanked and prevented me from taking huge steps.
I can barely escape if someone were to find me, well, it’s not like I can escape even if i tried. My body felt weak, I don’t know how long I have been unconscious, I have been walking for hours and have yet to find signs of my captor or any signs of life at all.
Moving along this cold hallway, I was finally able to reach the end of this walk and found a door. I walked to the door, my blood boiling anticipating a way out of this. I pushed the door.
I didn’t even budge; I was starting to feel frustrated. My weak hands tried to push again, putting my weight to the door…
It opened up a little and light crept in the dark hallway, I was anxious to get out. My time in the dark wasn’t pleasant at all.
At first glance, there seems to be no fire lighting the lamp-like things hanging along the wall. I thought I was out but the false hope made me despair even more.
I analyzed the room, trying to find something to put my hopes upon. It was a huge room, gray smooth stone walls covering all sides and a small table-like altar in the middle of the room.
I stared at it for a moment; I can feel an ominous presence in the room. It made my bones shake as I scanned the room for danger.
A strong impact hit me on my back… It must be the source of my uncertainty; I fell on my knees trying to regain my senses but another.
Made my face hit the stone cold floor, there was blood on the floor; my blood exactly. Everything was spinning. Darkness took over.
I slowly opened my eyelids. I was still bound in chains but now, in a much more serious predicament. I was chained to the altar.
There are different people surrounding me. I can’t see them properly, the lights seem to be dimming and they all seem to be chanting something; in a language foreign to me.
One of the hooded chanters came to me with a blade at hand.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” I screamed.
The hooded person readied her blade on top of my stomach as she chanted words… I can’t get the feeling that those words seem strangely familiar.
“PLEASE DON’T DO THIS” I pleaded
I stared at her intently, trying to plead with my eyes but the last thing I saw was a smirk in her face as the blade pierced straight through me.
I screamed in pain and passed out.
I woke up floating in nothingness… I can’t see, feel nor touch as I traveled through the dark abyss.
Drowsiness was coming, in and out of me but I kept my will and forced myself awake, I’ve been thinking about my life, my short cruel life… trying to find the reason for my death and the significance of the life i have lived. I kept myself awake and focused my mind to remember everything about me…
I can feel that, those memories will be lost if I don’t grab hold unto them. I can feel that sleeping shall force me into forgetting. I don’t know where I got that Idea, but I kept holding unto it…
‘My name is Christian Vax… I think… I am 18 years Old… I love books and I hate people’
I kept on chanting this into my head, while remembering my old life from the start and until the day I died…
‘I have been an orphan since I was young, socially inept because of the trauma of losing my family… my father, his name is… I can’t remember… My mother her name is Diana… My sister is…’
‘I can’t remember their names’
Despite the turmoil and shock inside me, I continued trying to remember the bits and pieces of my miserable life…
‘When I was 8 years old… the nuns used me to do things to me… I can’t remember… when I turned 9 I was sold to illegal slavers… I was abused, beaten and forced to work…’
A wave of drowsiness hit me hard, and I was slowly starting to fall in slumber but I kept fighting it back trying to remember my life…
‘When I turned 13, a rich family bought me… and turned me into their slave… I was young and apparently good-looking… but… at least they were kind enough to put me to school despite their weird perversions… where I was able to read … I have always like reading books… they shielded me from the harsh realities of my cruel life…’
‘when I reached 14, I ran away… from their home with the money I earned while working at school… just to keep me away from their wretched house… I travelled 2 cities away and found myself an apartment and work part-time at… I can’t remember…’
‘I was assaulted by my boss, sexually… she kept touching me… and… I can’t remember… I left that work and found myself on the streets… I was begging in the streets and I was taken in by… I can’t remember…’
‘I stayed with a family for… I can’t remember… they treated me well… but the mother of their family… kept coming unto me…’
‘When I was 16, I left that house… I reminded myself that i can’t keep doing those things… while walking… some guys knocked me out’
‘when I woke up there they were… my old family… the ones that turned me into a slave… they were smiling happily… as if like a child that found their lost toy in a mound of other things…’
‘I was chained, beaten and used for their perversions… for a year? I can’t remember…’
‘ I was sold again… and I found myself there… in the cold damp room… the place where I died…’
I kept on holding unto these horrible memories. They kept me awake; anger and despair kept on coming… building up its foundation inside me… slowly.
It feels like an eternity, my will wavering inside this dark abyss… I can’t do this any longer.
I accepted the sweet embrace of sleep and I fell into deep slumber…
Is the title lame? please tell me and if you ever read Fallen Fame my other fiction, can you point out my mistakes in the first volume so i can change it, it's kind of hard editing the story if you don't know whats wrong.
i wrote this story while i was editing Fallen fame and got up to 12 chapters, ranging from 1,000 words to 1600 words per chapter.
i will post 1 chapter per day, since this is easier to write and more ideas kept coming in since it is a slow story and bit op but not super op
this is supposed to be Re:Scales but then realized that, that title is already taken so please don't judge my naming sense... i know its bad.