Parallel City

Parallel city

I suppose I still have my wits about me only due to the fact that I was hardened by brutal prison life, from which I escaped, but even prison seemed like a joke now compared to what I saw.

It was December, cold ground beneath my feet lay there lifeless. dark branches of the bare forrest hung over my head like crooked hands of a witch. I had just escaped from hellhole prison a day ago and have been struggling to find anything to eat in the wilderness, but I knew these forests weren’t too far from the shore, there in port cities like a little rat I could steal fish.

In midst of my thoughts a sound broke through, first distant, but as I got closer and saw some flames I realized it was a demented chant in a strange language.

“Aranthemon khagt dom nu!” Over and over again. I sat behind a tree and watched them. They wore black hoods, but I could see their deranged long faces and eyes devoid of intelligence. The chant went on for at least another hour. Then looking disappointed the freakish cultists left. I suppose they didn’t accomplish their goal, but I should have known better.

After I picked up some bread left behind by them I ventured further into the woods and then I noticed something dark not far from me hanging in the air. It was like a vortex, spinning. Foolishly I came closer to it, alas, the horror! I was sucked inside of it!

I flew out of thin air it seemed and hit a hard red clay surface. When I raised my head I realized that all around me stood red stone buildings of unknown design, not normal to human proportions or building methods. There was a noise all around me, moaning, but not human. I looked up and saw the red sinister sky above me, thick and with dark crimson lines cutting through it.

The sounds around me intensified and got closer, my body began to shake out of fear and confusion, my head was still woozy from the fall, but I knew I had to move, something was coming out right behind a corner of a large building. My eyes got large as I couldn’t resist not to look. The creature was large and slow, it’s head resembled a wolf, but rest of the body was furry and had many tentacles coming out of it, helping it move on it’s short stumpy legs. It looked at me with it’s large red eyes and stopped moving. From behind it crawled few smaller creatures and then someone who looked like a human came out. He stood in front of the large creature. He had large black eyes and no mouth. The horror I felt looking into those eyes can not be described in words, I knew he was the most sinister of these horrific creatures, this is when I began to run, aimlessly. Behind every corner more creatures crawled out, I kept changing directions and sprinting, my mind was getting desperate, I tried not to dare to imagine what kind of death I would experience in the hands of these demons, and then most astonishing luck came upon me as I saw another black vortex, I ran towards it.

I once again fell out of thin air, but this time upon grass near a road. Instantly as I smelt the air I knew I was back where I belong. I rose up, stumbling and delirious walked out unto the road without even realizing a car was heading my way with it’s bright lights.

Luckily the driver was good and stopped in time, but honestly at the moment I didn’t care, nor was I worried when this man with short black hair, fedora, thin and scruffy face introduced himself in a calm voice as detective Mark Lumiere.

He got me into his car and took me to a port town where he fed me. He saw how mad and delirious I was and to my shock he was kind. After I calmed down slightly, to my surprise he asked me if I heard anything about cultists in this region. I almost laughed, but not from joy, and then I told him all I remembered. He sat there looking at me with his calm eyes, studying my face. I knew that he saw I wasn’t telling him a lie, but I could also see that he was wondering if I was a madman.

Yet another shock came over me when he told me he was letting me go. Perhaps he did not know that I was wanted by authorities, but I highly doubt it.

Since then I have been holed up in an abandoned port apartment, I used some money that Lumiere gave me to buy paper and pen, ironically I stole the food. I simply had to write down my story.

As I write these words now, I’m not sure if there will be more to come. I sit here in this dull and ruined place in horror, unable to step out, the sky outside of the window is starting to look red to me and I am beginning to hear those sounds again. I think they are coming for me and they are almost here.