Time to Remember
The door to the cellar opened slowly with a screech and time seemed to pause, causing everything to appear in slow motion. Jerrod grabbed his friend by the shoulder and pushed him into the corner under the stairs. Richard started to object but Jerrod placed his hand over his mouth and shook his head, pointing to the top of the stairs. He spotted the knife next to (?) Becky and scrambled for it . Luckily the Becky thing was in no rush to come down or time had stopped altogether- Jerrod couldn't tell anymore. Adrenaline was pulsing through his body at an alarming rate, his heart beating out of his chest.He looked at Richard whose eyes were watering and darting around like a panicked animal. Jerrod shoved the knife into his frightened friend's hand, nodding encouragement as he did so, fully aware that it was a last line of defense in case he failed.
Failure was not an option.
Heavy footsteps started clomping their way down the stairs. Jerrod held his breath as he saw the muddy work boot through the wide slats of the stairs. Inspiration clobbered him over the head and he jammed his hand through the slats and grabbed hold of the boot, sending the Becky thing flying down the stairs with a booming crash. He swung around to the foot of the stairs with Richard close at his heels to find...nothing. Well, that wasn't exactly true. There was a small pile of clothes and one empty boot (the other was still on the stair where Jerrod had grabbed it) but not a trace of the wearer.A bush of frizzy hair with blue and green streaks peeked out among the folds as well of lump of pink flesh that he assumed was the remains of a face. He turned to Richard who was staring across the opposite side of the room, his jaw slack and a tiny bit of drool dribbling out of the corner of his mouth. Jerrod followed his gaze and gasped.
Jerrod couldn't tell what he was seeing. It was like a shadow looming and stretching up the wall and across the ceiling. At first the thing seemed to have human form but as it grew and elongated, it resembled nothing Jerrod had ever seen. Calling it a shadow was a misnomer as well- it was more like an absence of space, a negative of anything living. Jerrod felt it rather than saw it because his mind shut down, his brain not able to process the thing before him. It reeked of death and hopelessness, filling him with utter despair.It was the most terrifying thing he had ever experienced.
The club uselessly fell to the ground with a clattering roll. Jerrod and Richard stood transfixed as the shape expanded closer. The floor inside the pentagram started to shimmer like a mirage, the floor buckling in waves, until it became a gaping maw into which the the body of the former Becky soon disappeared.
The dark had nearly reached them and tendrils started snaking out. The first landed on Richard, who turned to his friend, reaching out his hand. Jerrod grabbed it as the blackness started to envelop Richard, pulling him towards the hole in the floor. Richard's eyes filled with tears and he started howling as if the black was physically painful but really it was his soul that felt like it was being burned out of him. Jerrod lost his grip on Richard as he was dragged down into the abyss. He looked down at his hand to find the knife Richard had pressed there before letting go.
Jerrod chuckled humorlessly. What the fuck am I going to do with a knife? he thought, turning it over in his hand. The tendrils were starting to curl around his body. There was nothing he could do. The blood from his wrists had mixed with the others in the pentagram, completing the power of three. His fate was sealed.
A thought struck him as his feet began to drag towards the hole. He smiled to himself as it became crystal clear what he should do. "You don't win fucker.YOU DON"T WIN! I'M GOING ON MY OWN TERMS!!" He defiantly jammed the blade into the middle of his throat and pulled hard to the right, severing the carotid. Blood pulsed out of him like a geyser as he fell into the hole in the floor and in his waning consciousness, he realized with utmost clarity that he didn't win. The darkness didn't care how he died. It just demanded a sacrifice.
The portal opened and Hell had been unleashed..
Eight days later when the king of pain rose to power, there was no turning back. When chaos began to be the norm, the world turned upside down. It was a simple shift, really, born of a stupid practical joke. Intentionally harmless but intentions have no impact on outcome. When evil finds purchase and takes hold, when there is no hope, turning back is not an option.
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