บท 4: Into the Abyss
Left, right, uppercut. Left, right uppercutt.
Over and over James's boney fists where striking the air, making whooshing sounds as they traveled at a speed, that he preveously thought was impossible for a human to achieve.
But James wasn't human anymore. With the acceptance of his new form also came new powers. He never grew tired, never ran out of breath, was bothered neither by heat nor cold. His strength speed an agylity had incereased tremendously, surpassing even the greatest of athletes athletes.
Since he had woken up hadn't eaten or drank anything. He didn't have to sleep or rest. His new hardend body withstood even the most serious strikes, although he did have to run headfirst against the giant stone doors to discover this. If he really thought about it everything about his new body was great.
Except of course, for the way he looked. Although he had discovered that inflator in his bones where lines of silver, waving and swirling around his entire form. maybe the where the thing that granted him his extraordinary prowess. For all he knew they might even be the thing enameling him to move.
This, in combination some engraved symbols, somewhat made up for the fact that, well he looked like a sceleton.
Sitting down crossleged position he began meditating, a habit he picked up during a particulary long journey through the desert, in which the air wasn't only burning from the desert heat. Long story short: He began meditating to avoid conflict and maybe became a bit stoic because of it.
He first let his thoughts wander, slowly guiding them towards finding a possible solution for his situation. He was trapped in this room, the only two exits either leading to another dead end or being tightly closed and unbudging to any of his attempts to take that.
For half an hour he sat there, in silence, without breathing in his nonexistent lungs or his absent heart beating. No sound disturbed the almost serene science, in which he coldly and efficiently eliminated all possibilities.
Hidden mechanisms? He had already tried enough things to realize, that they would not be revealed so easily. Trap doors. As far as he could tell the tiles on the floor where completely uniform. No chance to find anything there in a room the size of a church.
"Nope! Not that one! Not this one as well!" He muttered to himself as he methodically picked apart every single one of his own proposals, until he reached one that made him pause.
"Yes" He thought. "I suppose I could try to explore the darkness in the corridor, that I took here, although 'getting lost in the endless catacombs of an ancient tomb' isn't exactly high on my to do list.
Well, did he have a choice? Looking back at all of the options, that he had already ruled out. No. No he didn't.
Slowly he got up from his meditating position beginning to make his way back to the hallway and it's entrance that, while seeming small in comparison to the giant gate opposite of it, still measured around six meters in hight.
Looking back one more time at the towering statues of Anubis holding up the majestic arch spanning over his way out of here and the figure of Osiris what's crossed arms seemed to be mocking him, saying: "You will not get out of this place." he gathered his resolve, and into the hallway.
It was as dark as he remembers it to be. He was unable to make out anything beond four or five steps from the center, where the tiles of the floor faded into the impenetrable darkness. He cold neither see the cieling, nor the walls, and for all he knew he could have walked endlessly in every direction.
Well he definitely knew, that there was a wall behind him, separating what may be the entrance hall and this hallway. He could use this wall too guide him back to the light, should he loose sight of it.
"Yes, it's no problem. Just keep to the wall, and when you get lost, you can follow it back to the entrance. You'll be fine" He encouraged himself.
As he turned to his right, laying his hand on the wall and taking his first step, he shivered. Although he wasn't that mutch of a fearfule person, and his body was already dead, hai survival instinct still screamed at him to turn around and run.
He wouldn't run out of food and water, and the only things he would have to fight wold be boredom and lonlyness, and not whatever hid in "there".
"P***y" He said to himself and began walking into the darkness at a quickens paste, before turning around and looking back. The light had already turned into a slim strip, barely visible from where he stood now.
Concerned he turned his head back forward and took another step into the infinite darkness.
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