A Short Story : A Story?

The light was as bright as the sun and I could feel my retinas burning. In the back i could hear a slight beeping sound almost like it was graphing my heart beat. I heard voices, “Scalpel.” “I’m going to make the first incision now....” And then nothing, the voices stopped and i was back in my own head. I was startled by a falling sensation, as i was thrown into an even colder room. The light in here was dimmer, but it was still blinding. I crawled over to giant metal door and punched it and screamed for them to let me out. I needed to finish my work, my whole reputation depended on it. In a few

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

At the front gate, there were weeds all over what used to be a garden. The door suddenly swung on its creaky hinges. Pitch black. You couldn’t see a thing in the cabin. Every couple of minutes shingles would fall off the roof. I was scared. Terrified. Then I heard creaking floorboards.

I awoke with the sound of beeps in the distance. My eyes fluttered, eyelashes blocking my small spot of a view. In the corner, I could see my mom, her head in her hands, shaking slowly from tears. I gradually moved my head to the left. The room was bright, with white floors and bleached walls. There were multiple carts full of medical supplies right next to me. While scanning the room, I could hear my mother gasp and run out of the door. Moments later, a tall lanky guy walked into in the room. He was wearing scrubs with little stars and a light blue stethoscope was dangling from

I jumped into action and had no choice but to start running. My heart skipped a beat as a bullet whistled past my head and thudded into the wall behind me and I knew I couldn’t stop running. I heard thousands of footsteps in pursuit and I needed some place to hide. I flew through the first door I saw, ducked down and cowered behind a desk. I hid and waited to hear the footsteps pass by. My heartbeat was banging as loud as a drum as I breathed a huge sigh relief only to jump out of my skin as I felt a hand reach out and grab me from

I woke up from a loud Bang! I did not know what it was. I walked out of the security footage room. To see that there was a trail of something on the floor, splattered on the wall. I tried to act like I was not tired, so Mr. Body would not know. I did not want to make any assumptions about what that stuff was on the floor, it might frighten people. So I tried to wake myself up. I failed I was still tired. I walked through the hall pass the ballroom. The trail I have been following leads to the conservatory. I was frightened at what I might see. I went over and cracked the door. I saw something I would never see again. I saw Mr. Body lies there dead! He was just there before I took a nap! Oh my god! I am so getting fired. So I went back to the room, I saw a woman she shot him she...she killed

As the curious side of me appeared, I quickly rush to the apartment floor to the corpse whilst dialling my fellow colleagues. As the door to the elevator open, I stepped foot onto the level only to discover

The room I was in was a cell and there was blood stains all over the walls. Then the floor was covered in bones and flesh that was rotting. I then realized I was hanging from the ceiling I was attached by a thick leather rope. I heard footsteps and my heart stopped. It was the man but he had a mask a mime mask. He held one thing in each hand one was a key the other was a long sharp knife. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t shock had overwhelmed me and all I could do is stare. He slowly opened the door and said with a sigh “I am sorry for such harsh conditions but it has to be done, you see I need your body for my collage”. Then he took the knife and dug it into my shoulder slowing the pain was unbearable. He was carving my cutting me to shreds I cried in agony and pain then he stopped he forcefully jabbed the knife into my collarbone and chuckled “Be right back don’t go anywhere”. He strood of comly singing the phantom of the

The heavy clear doors slammed open one by one; big bright lights pierced my eyes above with little images of ceiling tile surrounding me that I could barely make out. People in navy blue uniforms huddled around me appearing to be in a hurry somewhere based on they’re bright red faces and the drops of sweat that were slowly dripping and collecting down they’re flushed faces, that eventually fell and exploded on my cold skin. All the commotion around me came to an abrupt halt. Now I was starring at the ceiling once again that now portrayed a blurring metal reflection of my broken and beaten down body that was bound to keep destructing and destroying. I could vaguely hear footsteps that seemed to be in the distance, but became louder and clearer with each step closer towards me. A sudden mask like object appeared directly over my face slowly easing its way down to grasp onto my pale face. Darkness now was the only thing left in sight and would stay this way for hours.

I looked over at Jay, his body laying on the ground, lifeless. I couldn't help but get angry, I’d known him since we were teenagers. I never thought we’d end up here. As I looked back up at James and Dave, they started pacing the room together, trying to find a solution, I assume. I looked around the room while trying to struggle free of the rope tied around me. The cave had a low ceiling and there were

As I opened the door I noticed it wasn’t just me. Was I dreaming? Was this an hallucination? Was I lost? “Wait don't go in there!” said a voice. It was a little boy. Why was he here? “Am I breaking in?” “Hellooooooooo!! Is anybody there?” I yelled as I walked in. I laid there and my eyes darted back and forth. I wasn’t awake, I was just sleeping. Cold chills stretched across my body, and my eyes were so open yet closed. I was seeing everything. The sparkling scarlet blood dripped off of the table onto the white rug in the shape of feet everywhere. “You killed

My body weak and my eyes hazy. They must have drugged me. The smell of antiseptic violated my nostrils, making me feel nauseous. I tried to sit up, my body sluggish, but I couldn’t move. Taking deep breaths, I tried to look at the rest of my body and saw leather straps binding my arms, waist, and legs to the sides of the rigid bed I was on. I heard drilling again, but this time much closer. The vibrations seemed to bounce off the walls and into my skull. Looking around the small room I found it was unoccupied except for myself. To the right of the bed was a trolley, with an array of dangerous and sharp looking medical equipment. The tray was just under a metre away from the bed. Just close enough if I could manage to stretch out to it. Shuffling up the bed as much as possible, till the straps were straining on my wrists, I attempted to sit up again. This time managing to elevate my head and torso. Leaning to the side where the tray was, I desperately tried to reach it. My brushed the edge. The cool metal freezing on my bare forehead. Using my forehead, I carefully tried to move the tray closer. Excruciatingly slow, it moved a centimetre. Then another, until I could just reach the tools with my mouth. "Является предметом проснулась?" Voices drifted in from just outside the room. Trying not to panic, I quickly picked up the closest tool and lay back down, carefully dropping it near my arm in the process. I tried to slow my rapid breathing as a door

The year is 2100 and swirling flames of destruction are engulfing New York City. Alone in the hostile environment stood Duncan Smith, a thin 16-year-old boy with blond hair and wire rimmed glasses. Duncan came from a poor family and he always felt like things never quite went his way in life. He had never really believed in himself before, and most other people hadn’t either. Regardless, he loved life. But one day, two years ago, everything was taken away from him. In the middle of the school day, a UFO landed on top of the Empire State Building. Shortly after, he watched in horror as more and more flying saucer’s swarmed the city, destroying everything in their paths, including his family. After the smoke cleared and the destruction was finished, Duncan and the other survivors from the attack hid in the dark alleys of the city.

It has been a long, long time since Ignis decided to return to Altissia, and that was after Noctis was gone.