Chp.5: A Painful Death
Blood was everywhere...Now I knew where
that weird odor came from. Dried blood stained the stone walls and the cement
floor. I was sure this part of the passage was where they killed those who
wouldn't 'cooperate'. Some of us could even smell rotting flesh. All the girls
were terribly frightened, including me.
"W-what if Michael's already dead?" Mark
asked, his hands shaking with fright.
Jerimee calmed him down. Suren and Alvin
was quiet, backing towards the exit. I understand what they were doing.
"Going somewhere, Suren, Alvin?" I said
out loud for everyone to hear.
They all turned around.
I could see they were feeling
embarrassed. They should be.
"Uh, we had somewhere to go to...Later!"
Suren quickly replied.
Afterwards, him and Alvin ran off back
outside. I assumed they were going back to school.
"Good riddance." Jerimee spoke out. "At
least we don't have to worry about those two."
"True." Ayeza commented.
Two down, nine to go.
The hallway was far from its end, so we
went on without Alvin and Suren. It'll really do me a favor if they got caught
by one of the demons lurking in the school. Useless crap, I remember what
Ayeza said. It became colder when we went deeper. I felt my teeth chatter with
the chill of the cold air. We came to a halt when we saw two dark figures
sitting on the stone wall. The shadow hid their identity, until it became clear.
It was two familiar faces. Joey and Michael. The two were in critical
condition, both severely wounded.
"Michael!" Mark cried with joy, happy to
see his good-old friend once more.
Michael mumbled sleepily. Then his eyes
focused on Mark. "Wha--?"
"I can't believe you're still alive!"
Francis was having his own reunion with
"Are you okay, Joey? What did they do to
"I-I don't know...I don't remember
Joey groaned in pain, which alarmed
"We better get them to safety. Someone
will have to help them get there."
Rosie and Anne were quick to volunteer.
Either it's because they were dying to get out of here without chickening out,
or they just wanted to help. And so, they went off with Joey and Michael back to
Four down, seven to go.
"Damn...sooner or later, it'll be just
one person left if this goes on. You girls wanna back out while it's still
early?" Jerimee spoke.
We girls looked at each other, thinking,
What's Jerimee trying to get to?
"None of us are backing out. Just
because we're girls doesn't mean we're all scardy-cats." Michelle snapped.
"Aw, just let them go, Jerimee. Soon,
they'll be clutching on our arms for protection." Francis teased.
"Maybe, but not in your arms, stupid."
Carleen shot back.
Jerimee finally ended the ridiculous
discussion. The passage seemed never-ending. For a few moments, we could see the
end of the passage. It was very dark up ahead, darker than ever. Only a bit of
light illuminated the area. When we finally exited the long passage, we realized
that we were standing on a bridge roughly made of rocks. beside the bridge were
dark, bottomless pits. It was dark as black. We felt petrified. I thought I was
going to be dizzy and fall into those pits.
"So, I assume you want to save your
other friends, rather than surrendering to me. Correct?"
A familiar, female voice was heard
nearby. All of us looked and saw a cloaked, petite figure standing in front of
us. Her hood covered half of her face.
"Who are you?" Jerimee asked.
"More like 'what?'."
We looked at each other confusingly.
"My name doesn't matter to you all.
Sooner or later, all will be clear."
"Let us pass. We don't mean any harm."
"I'm sure you don't. But that's not the
point. If you want to save your friends, you'll have to get through me."
Of course, the bridge was so narrow, yet
so small in width. It was impossible to get around without dealing with her.
Francis let out a growl then dashed towards the mysterious being. To our
shock, he body slammed her to the side, then both of them fell to the pits. The
pit was so deep, we couldn't even hear a crash. Tears welled up in Carleen's
eyes. She ran to the side of the bridge where he fell, then dropped to her
knees. She pounded her fists on the dirt ground in misery. It was bad enough
that Shannon died. And now this...
I began to flashback suddenly. And all
did became clear...
The two were sitting on the
green grass, talking peacefully to each other.
"Which high school are you going to?"
"Somewhere far from here..." he
She bit her lip nervously. "Are we
still going to be friends?"
He looked at her intently. "Of
Both of them hooked their pinkies as
a sign of their promise.
Carleen wept quietly. We tried to
comfort her, but the pain could not be eased. I closed my eyes, and another
scenario played in my head:
"It wasn't my fault!" she cried.
"Oh, then who was it then?" he
"I don't know..."
"Exactly. You don't know anything."
He left hastily, leaving her standing
by the oak tree that they used to sit down and talk to each other. The place
where they had made their promise.
The two used to be friends. Grade
7, I think. They ended their friendship over an argument. After that, they
became bitter enemies. But somehow, I knew that both of them still had a bit of
care for each other. I could tell that this was true, by the way Carleen was
Jerimee began to talk softly. "He
sacrificed himself to let us pass through."
"Francis..." I heard Mark whisper into
A slow death is the most painful, I
remember Ayeza say eventually. We continued our journey, deeper into this eerie
underground darkened place, hoping to find the other captives, and maybe some
answers. I hoped that everyone back at school were safe, even the ones who
chickened-out. We're all that's left now.
Once more, we had lost one of our
comrades. But soon, I know--we know--we'll see him again, somehow.