Personal Narrative-Thy Cell

“You see,” He paused, adding a dramatic effect. He took this as a chance to look at everyone. “There are 5 stages until you reach the end point. Each of your groups will be experiencing different….. things….”

When I almost reached the door, I felt something at my foot, a broken hourglass, that had ran out of sand. Shaking and suddenly bursting into a cold sweat, I furiously jammed the key in. It felt like an eternity, but finally I succeeded. Pushing the door open, and wiping a faceful of sweat from my face, I felt this wave of aromas crash over me. Putting the key in my pocket(FORESHADOWING) and then entering the cellar I tried to calm down. I tried to look for the cask of Amontillado that I bought several weeks ago. There were millions of wines in that cellar (HYPERBOLE). But at last I found it. It felt, lighter, and after opening it I realised that it was empty. I wasn’t enraged, just tired. I made my way to the door, suddenly feeling drowsy. Then I became a little bit nauseous and shaky. Looking into the darkness, I saw, darkness. So I picked up my dying torch and put it up and almost yelled “Who’s there?”. There was no reply but a figure seemed to appear in the darkness. It was carrying a scythe and it started towards me. I fell back, and was caught by the wall, slamming my head against it and dropping my torch. The figure whispered in the dark, “Free the fortunate one, for be warned fate will find

"A bunch of them were eaten. This is what you get for going outside the walls."

I woke up in a cold sweat, screaming and struggling to move my restrained arms. The night guards ripped open the heavy steel door to see what was wrong. The creature was standing in the corner looking right at me. I was pulling my arms against the leather restrains trying to point the naive guards to the cause of my appalling state. The

"Okay, and yeah I know where that is, I had my first date there. Here will this work."

“So. It’s seven against four now. Are you ready to give up should we make you?” sneers Aeris.

"Unless you get yourself killed out there," Arthur muttered almost sourly and Leon laughed gently.

“Because your best chance of survival, really your only chance, is for you to get mad. You know there's no chance of you surviving the games if you try to play it any other way.”

I’ve been told that in any form of darkness, one must find the light that leads to victory. The floor creaks across the hall as someone or something is roaming with no desired destination. A bright yellow beam of light comes on only to be extinguished five minutes later. The halls get louder with the thunderous footsteps of the darkness. “Thunk, thunk...thunk, thunk” my heart beats against my chest with the stillness of the creature I see before me. Quivering with fear in my bed I say, “Sam, is that you?” At that moment, I felt as though my heart froze in agony and shattered into fifty-one pieces of aged glass. The room turned seventy-five degrees below zero as this dark figure slowly approached my bed. Running was not an option, my arms felt constrained

"I can go anywhere, anytime I choose." He replied, "Out of the entire town, it's always only you three."

“Well that didn’t take long. Of course the first round was when we had to stop playing.” When Andrea was too violent with the game, She made the whole family stop playing.

“Sure. It’s simple. We’ll wade into battle and slaughter as many enemies as possible. And while we’re busy killing things, you sneak behind the battle lines into the castle

“You think I'd be here alone after you killed everyone, Nope, but i’ve bought a few friends lets see how you like Fighting 3 People at once.”

I looked down the battle field, ashes of broken warriors and monsters covered the ground. I needed to get back to Earth Clan. I turned around to see a creature, mumbling unspoken words to me. I pulled back my bow, arrow in place, but the monster charged and I didn’t have enough time to shoot. I pulled out my sword, and swung it this way and that. The wretched creature whipped me on my hip. I gasped in pain. With one quick shot-with-an-arrow, the monster lay, dead. All in five seconds, it disappeared and turned to ashes. I winced in pain, holding my hip. I turned and looked to the Dark Side. Fire and Air Clan lived over there. The darkness edged closer, beckoning me to go in it. I shook my head and headed for Earth Clan territory.

As it would have it, Fate had my answer all ready and waiting for me, bottled up in the body of a man flinging himself from the top of the tower amongst shocked screams and wails of the people around him. He fell in slow motion. I could almost see the fearful bliss on his face, as he finally ended what he came here to. His body, limp, spiralled and cartwheeled once and slammed into the ground with a sickening crunch, mere feet from me. Dead on impact, as evident by the gray matter spilling from his crushed skull. A skull I could see into. Bile rose in the back of my throat, eyes welling with furiously hot tears. The man lay, sprawled at broken angles, neck turned just enough that I could clearly see the expression on his face.