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This is inspired by amnesia the dark descent and a short story by H.P. Lovecraft. I will post by chapter.
Chapter one
the uncommitted sin
Primal instinct broke the seal on my eyelids as my unsuspecting eyes were seared as my pupils adjusted to the abnormal bright light. Three cold, black brick wall hug against the small world as a once intact row of bows taunted freedom. But now the bars were ripped apart like some supernatural force deemed it necessarily to brutally bend the inanimate object’s will for some unknown cause or justification. Confusion burrowed deep within my mind as my forgotten day to day routine was interrupted by this mysterious force of fate. That’s when it hit me is when I have forgotten who, what, and where I was.
“Vincent. You damn fool, run! This will be your only opportunity to gain freedom from a sin you didn’t commit.” The charcoal colored words formed the unusual sentence that seemed to be directed to me. Yet the words rang in my head as a cool headed man stated them while I read them.
“Is Vincent my name?” I asked stupidly to the wall as if expecting an answer. Almost immediately after I gave up looking at the wall for answers, letters begin solidifying on the thick wall.
“Yes.” It simply stated then began again after ether a moment of though, or a pause for emphasis. “Move! The guards will kill you on sight.” The animal of confusion began to burrow deeper into my brain and in attempt to eradicate the vermin I began to think of questions for the magic wall could answer. “Do I have to say it again? Get the hell out of here! I will be seeing soon but just move.” With that the drive for more answers ran out of fuel and I sprinted out of the cage that supposedly trapped me for a faulty cause.
My environment became a blur; all details great or small were ignored as my eyes became tunnel vision on light sources that could lead me out of this single color palette world. This is where I learned I had lungs because their elevated heat suggested I was out of breath. The winded me also notice I had feet since they stung from being bear on the ragged concrete floor. After several deep cool breaths that work like water against the fire inside my chest cavity I look around me with great care.
The once stronghold that held me who remembered everything was shattered like glass as whole walls were torn down and cells destroyed along with their contents. Bodies of the convicted rested on and within piles of debris. Broken water pipes cleanse the bodies of the sinners and unholy as the bottom of cavern began to fill. Pity began growing within my heart for these damned souls as I suspect I am among their pilgrimage into the depths of the nine circles.
“What happen?” I ask to the mute spirits of the decease, I swear I saw faces within the morning fog and dust still unsettle by the event unknown to I.
“Fate, destiny, possibly god?” the strange text answered on the floor next to my feet. I could feel the letters squirm on the ground like living shadows. “All I know is that you and I are the only sane people left in this forsaken playground. And the souls of all who were slain here have now awaken and are furious for their timely or untimely demise.
“Who are you?” I asked with hopefully a scornful expression, all I know is I have feet and lungs maybe I have a face but you can never be certain.
“I am… I am…someone or something. In truth I really don’t know but all I do know is what you are and who you use to be.” You said but the cool voice seemed irritated by its own incompetence. “You know what, call me Cyrus.”
“Where did that name come from?” I ask wondering about the certain obtaining of my only friend’s name.
“Off of that corpse’s jacket.” With a swift turn of my view I saw a body floating among the wreckage and inners to see the ripped and maimed remains of a white jacket that held the name and numbers. The surprisingly simple answer and the uncomfortable comfortably of both Cyrus and I made me laugh. “Well if we are done laughing at some internal joke can we get moving?”
With the quick conversation and rest allowed me to run again through a cat walk and a dark and shadowy corridor. To find the so called guards that Cyrus warned me about. Their skin was covered in what look like a thick and heavy fiber weaved together and a heavy vest with their skulls carrying an overly large round cranium and an elongated face with its nostrils large cylinder shapes. Their eyes were the most disturbing feature as they glowed red. There was only one in this quaint hallway and his back was turn to me.
“He would kill if he ever gets a chance.” The words echoes as I read them off of the shine of the guard’s head. But it was different before I heard the words before I saw their existence. Was my new friend and ally getting stronger while I flee this existence my former self was experienced to? “ look there, you see that shard of twisted metal? Wrap some cloth around the thicker end so you can hold onto it without you getting cut.” I did as I was instructed confuse as why I was doing this side quest. My mind could only think that maybe I was suppose to trade this hunk of metal to this being breed to kill me.
“I did what you told me.” I whispered into the still dust infected air. An image pieced my mind as I saw the metallic object going through the crack of the vest and heavy skull into a softer pinkish whitest flesh resulting in a spray of red liquid. “How did you do that? The picture within my vision without bending reality?”
“Magic.” The voice had a more mockful and cocky tune to it now like as if I was a child asking a adult a simple question about their ability to do something a child had yet to understand. A new feeling or emotion came over me, which I later discovered to be annoyance. I silently crept my way to the back of the killer. I did what the image instructed.
I slowly cocked my right arm so the point was about two feet away from its neck. Then using my muscle I pushed the object through he slit into the being’s neck severing its spine, killing it within a slight gasp of time. The spray was far more vicious in reality than my dream. I was soaked by the time the newly made corpse fell ragdoll like onto the fall joining the ones it guarded.
Guilt swam across the channels of my heart and brain while Cyrus laughed at the lifeless victim of my first sin. The shadow words slithered into the neck wound and with a crack the uniformed servant of my unknown enemies stood and with confusion touched his body, measuring every detail as if it was brand new.
“Hello.” I said without a delay to the resurrected soul hoping to patch up with my murder victim and hopefully explain to him that I was instructed to take away a possibly happy future.
“You can see me now Vincent!” the black clad man shouted with an electronic tune inflicting his voice with a slight buzz near the end of every sentence. Maniacal laughing couldn’t stop till the being like I had to remember it had lungs that require oxygen after being use proficiently.
“Sorry but who are you?” I asked knowing I was about to be insulted once again about not understanding.
“Sorry I had to trick you Vincent but its me Cyrus, and I had to make your first true sin murder so the path of innocence ends and the path of my resurrection begins. In truth my real name is Gabriel. I lost my memories while I served in the realm of spirits and I shall regain them in the world of the living as you are the opposite as you gain your memories in the city of death. This is the first time that both of us are in the same world.”
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