The Platform Pt.3

The few spots of ground visible between the body parts, now appeared to be glowing a faint orange.

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I push the head off me and sit up as I begin feeling around me, I touch another head my fingers squishing into it’s eye. I yank my hand back and fall back onto a torso. I was fully surrounded in body parts and everything was wet and sticky from all the blood. It was so quiet and so hot I felt like I was in an oven, which now reeked of the coppery smell of blood. I tried to find the flicker of light but even that was gone. The few spots of ground visible between the body parts, now appeared to be glowing a faint orange. I reach down to touch the ground next to the torso and pull my hand back as my fingers instantly blister from the heat. The ground was on fire from below.

I had to move. It was sweltering everywhere, I was so thirsty and completely disoriented. I climbing on top of the torso, and I begin to move pieces of the people that had previously been there with me on that platform into a pile that I could climb onto. There was so much blood that I kept slipping back down but I just keep trying. I pile more and more pieces until the pile is almost as tall as I am. It is enough so that the heat from the ground is not as hot as it had felt before.

I climb onto the top again screaming out as I feel a hand grab my arm from below. “Help me” was all I heard from the other side of that arm, as it pulls me down. He was stronger than me and I lost my balance and tumbled down my pile hitting the hot ground. He fell on top of me pushing me even harder into the burning ground. It was so hot I screamed and tried to push him off of me. “I’m so sorry I just don’t know what we are supposed to do!” He scrambled off of me and pulled me up in one smooth movement. It was still dark, but the glowing floor was bright enough that I could make out the outline of him, and he was huge.

I started to climb back up my hill and he followed, when we got to the top I tried to see if we could see anymore of the room. It was too dark though. Then we heard a deep voice, it sounded like it came from within the entire room yet from outside the room. It was so loud it shook us and made pieces from the pile fall. All it said was: “THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE” I barely had time to register what the voice had said before I feel him shove me off the pile onto the glowing floor. I hit hard, hard enough for the breath to be knocked out of me. I roll away just as I hear him slam to the ground where I was. I struggle to get up, everything is hurting and I am still sticky with blood and trying to catch my Breath. I crawl away while trying to stand up and make it to the other side of the pile.

Continued in Pt. 4 of 4…


© 2017 Mj Gale

Submergence

…a terrifying fear overwhelms me as I feel myself being dropped.

There is a cloth over my face, I feel like I can’t move even though I am not tied. I feel an enormous pressure. I can tell I’m being carried, it feels like it’s been for hours and hours. I can’t hear anything except the steps of whatever is carrying me….I want to struggle and move but I can’t even wiggle a finger. Finally the steps stop, I feel myself being raised up, high, and a terrifying fear overwhelms me as I feel myself being dropped….

I’m falling, the cloth still over my head, still unable to move. I feel myself start bouncing against some type of tight surrounding wall; whatever I’m falling down is narrow, cold, and hard. I feel my arms and sides being torn to shreds as I bounce around, back and forth, and down and down; blinding rough pain…seems like forever….Not understanding what is happening is paralyzingly in itself…

Just as I thought I may go crazy from the unknown I feel my feet touch water….and submerging and splashing down and back up, I realized where I am…I keep trying to move anything, a finger, my mouth…anything as I sink down and down and down….


© 2017 Mj Gale