Kapitel 4: Rescue?
Micheal slowly calmed himself down. His breathing becoming slower, his hands slowly stopped shaking. He wiped the remaining vomit off his face. Closing his eyes for a second he started to contain his disgust. "I'll have to enter that room?".
He slowly stood upright and deeply sighed. " Everything this world has shone me thus far has been filled with terror and fear. Within minutes of awakening, I've killed someone, within minutes of walking out my cell I've been chased by a monster."
His head his slowly turned towards the cell. "Eventually I'll need to get used to these sort of things, even if I don't want to."
Micheal was about to go inside until he noticed something strange. "Black Feathers... Are they turning into monsters? His head turned back to the corpse of the beside him. They looked identical, except for the obvious difference in size.
Micheal slowly started to walk back to the second cell. He covered his nose and mouth as he got near. His steady gaze focused on the door at the back of the room. With his glass knife on his hand, he cautiously walked beside the hanging bodies. The floor was wet and slippery like the blood still hasn't dried.
His steps were steady and slow, he approached the last body. It was the man he first killed in this world. The body was directly blocking the door like it wanted to prevent him from escaping. " Looks like I'll have to kill you for a second time. Can you even be still counted as alive though?"
"My little blade won't do anything to you, so just stay put until I find something else. Okay?" He was about to search for a weapon until something dawned upon him.
"Did I just... talk to a corpse just then? Looks like this place getting to my head, I better get outside soon."
Micheal carefully walked to a steel table close to the exit. On it was a large knife with blood staining its steel blade. Its handle was made from black coloured wood. He placed his glass knife back in his pocket, replacing it with the steel knife. "I wonder if its skin can be cut by knives, I'll just have tested it out then."
Its weight was relatively light compared to its size. It's the blade cold to the touch. He held it firmly on his hand and walked towards corpse blocking the door. He stood right in front of it studied the body cautiously. It's was neck was thin and soft to the touch, while the rest of its body was like made of fleshy stone. "Well, here goes nothing"
Micheal readied his knife and continuously slashed it against the neck. The first slash completely missed its target, hitting the head instead. The second slash directly hit the neck almost severing it. The third slash completely severed the body from the head, making blood splash on Michaels's face.
With a loud thud, the body fell straight to the floor. Leaving a severed head hanging from a chain. He widened his eyes in surprise. "That was easier than I had imagined. Looks like their neck is a weak spot for them"
Michael looked at the other bodies and contemplated on whether or not to the same. They all very similar to the monster outside, only with a smaller amount of feathers.
Micheal hesitated for a second, his eyes wavered for a moment. "Can they still be considered human? No... In a time before they could be considered as one but now, they are merely corpses waiting to turn into monsters."
Michael walked towards the nearest corpse next to him. Its face was no longer recognizable. Its hair already had already disappeared, leaving behind a bald and skinned face. Micheal swung his knife precisely, hitting the neck directly almost severing it in one swipe. He swung again completely severing it.
He moved to the others doing the same. Minutes passed and Micheal finally finished. The severed heads were still chained, they swung freely. Micheal muttered something softly. "This place looks a lot less disgusting and a lot creepier all of sudden."
Micheal wiped the blood off his face and walked towards the exit. A metal bar was in the middle of the door. It was acted as a lock, preventing someone from outside to enter.
He lifted the metal bar from the door, it was heavy. Finally having access to the door, Micheal cautiously opened it. With his knife on his hand, he was ready to slash at anything that might jump out to attack him.
A strong orange light blinded him for a few moments. Flames suddenly filled his vision, a tall and imposing building was lit aflame. It looked like a cathedral of some sorts, with large stained glass windows, pointed arches and flying buttresses.
The smell of rotting flesh suddenly invaded his nose. Micheal's hand went back to block his nose. His gaze shifted onto the ground. There he could see countless Corpses littered the ground, Their bodies filled with all kinds of injuries. All of them were wearing the same outfit, A plain white and purple robe with a strange-looking face on its front. "If my memory is right, those should be the uniform of the terrorists. Though... why was the guard inside not wearing their uniform or was he actually a guard?
Turning his head to the right, Michael saw three figures headed his way. The three of them wore a simple black uniform with a coat over it. The three finally reached Micheal. They looked at Michael Strangely, as if they were deciding what to do with him. The one on the right spoke first, he looked quite young with short blonde hair. " Captain... is he a terrorist too?"
The one in the middle responded with a deep and hoarse voice, he looked to be in his late forties and had a small diagonal scar on his left cheek. "He should be a prisoner or the prison guard."
His gaze shifted the knife in Micheals's hand. "Unarm yourself, we're not gonna harm you if you cooperate." He moved his coat slightly, exposing a large revolver.
Micheal realized that he was in a disadvantage so he dropped his knife on the ground.
The young man on his left took out a pair of handcuffs from his inside his coat. He walked slowly towards Micheal until a voice stopped him.
"Stop! He's still armed, inside his left pocket is a makeshift glass knife"
The man's hand was moved towards the holster of his revolver. He spoke in a low and threatening voice. "As I said before, we're not gonna harm you if you cooperate but if you continue to disobey..."
Micheal widened his eyes in shock. His hands grabbed the glass knife in his pocket and slowly placed it on the ground. He cautiously asked. "Who are you, people?"
The man ignored his question and signalled to the person with handcuffs to continue. He placed the pair of cuffs on your arms and whispered to Micheal. "You made the right choice back there."
The Older man looked directly at Michaels's eyes, he looked to be studying him. "Where is the prison?
Micheal hesitated for a moment a second, he was deciding whether to tell the truth or not. " It's the red door behind me"
Strangely the man looked at the person on his left. The person was a young woman with medium length brown hair, on her face was a small semi-rimless eyeglass. The young woman didn't say anything but instead, she slowly nodded.
The man looked back at Michael and spoke loudly. "You stay at the back. If you try and run you just might get shot in the head"
The man drew his revolver, he cautiously walked towards the door. His slowly opened the door and peeked inside. The stench of blood and rotting corpses permeated inside the room but he didn't seem to be bothered by it.
The first thing he saw was a severed head staring right into his soul. Its mouth was wide open revealing small nails embedded in its gums.
He continued to push the door until it was completely open. Four severed head was hanging from chains attached to the ceiling. All of them looked similar to the one he had seen first. His gaze then went to the bloodied floor. Five gravely disfigured bodies lay lifeless on the ground.
The man's eyes squinted for a bit, he muttered softly. "What the actual f*ck"
His gaze looked back at Michael standing behind him. This young man was a lot more dangerous than he had initially thought.
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