It was a shift in reality. He saw it coming and had nowhere to run but down. The walls flew by, bathed in a sickly green light, coated in slick mucous. His earlier fear of touching them had long been forgotten, the need to escape to great.

Stairs ended suddenly, he cried out in pain as knees jarred upon stone and palms scraped bare of flesh. A rush of cold blasted over him. Close, far too close. Scrambling to his feet he didn't bother to look back. There would be nothing to see but the horror that would soon overtake him. A thing of madness drawing ever nearer and he could do nothing but bury himself ever deeper within the ancient labyrinth laid out before him.

Walls flew by as he ran, heedless of the path he took through the twisting darkness. Only a single thought came through the blind terror, left, always turn left. He couldn't think of where he'd heard it, but it was all he had. Until he hit the wall.

The violent impact sent him flailing back, slamming into the ground, again. He could taste the salty tang of blood even as the damp warmth trickled down to drip into his ear. Dead end. He had hit a dead end and now there was nowhere to go but back.

But there was no going back. For one brief moment he pondered laying there, letting it have him before he shook the thought away. No, he couldn't give up now. He was too close. He couldn't let him down again. This was one promise he would not break.

Struggling to his feet, head reeling from the collision he reached out to steady himself on the wall that intended to be the end of him. It's surface slid beneath his palms, the slime covering it setting his scrapes to burning. He snatched his hands back and wiped them on his pants, disgusted at the sensation. There was no way he could climb the slippery surface and no certainty that he would even make it if he could. The only option lay behind him.

Moving slowly back through the darkness, forcing himself to place fingertips to the wall to keep oriented he felt a fleeting sense of confidence in the lack of the green glow from before. Maybe it had become as lost as he was now? A small blessing.

His fingertips suddenly fell into emptiness, startling him into jumping back, heart racing and almost tripping over his own feet. Trembling he reached out again, hands held blindly before him as he stumbled into the void. There had to be another wall somewhere. He had to find it. He had to get out of here.

He felt nothing.

Shuffling slowly forward, hands waving about desperately as he tried to find the other wall.The darkness kept going leaving in him the growing fear that at any moment he would take a step into nothingness to be left falling for an eternity. His heartbeat thrummed in his ears, every scraping drag of his feet building the dread into panic, the panic to terror.

He was going to fall, he was going to fall and no one would find him. He would never be seen again. He would fail, his promise broken as his body hurtled through the never-ending abyss!

His fingers brushed stone, damp, slippery with god knew what and the most wonderful sensation he had ever known! Relief seared through every vein as he sagged bonelessly against the filth. It's putrid green glow more a more gratifying sight than he could even comprehend.

It's glow...

The realization that something was wrong percolated in his head, filling him to the core with the very dread he had escaped mere moments before. The glow.

It had found him. The beast that had haunted his nightmares, that filled even his waking moments with throat constricting terror had found him.

It's sickly light filled the hall around him, putrid green. It's very touch sent icy chills through his flesh, crawling, burning over every quivering inch. Paralyzing him before it before had even shown it's true face. But it was coming, the only thing holding the horror from him a few inches of stone.

His breath came in strangled gasps, heart pounding a staccato beat in his head, he didn't want to see this. He didn't need to see it, to see it would be to accept the reality of it. The reality would drive him mad. He had to move, he had to get up! His body was stone, frozen before the basilisks gaze.

GET UP DAMN YOU! The voice burned in his head, his voice, drowning out the pounding of his heart, the numbing fear. GET UP! He rolled, struggling to his feet, legs once stone now little more than those of a trembling foal, newborn and weak. He scrabbled at the moist earth, hands frozen into claws of desperation as he fought to rise, to run.

A single hissing rasp sounding behind him wrung the last drop of courage from his soul. He soared to his feet, all weakness forgotten in this new found strength of cowardice. He never looked back, he refused to look back. He could hear it, the rasp of moist flesh over stone, so close he could taste the carnal house stench that rose from it's jaws.

He would not look back. He would run, until his heart burst he would run.


Edit: Don't know if I will finish this one. If I do, it will be in another comment to keep the length of this page down. I've titled it so that any who might be interested in reading more on it will know when I've put up a new part. Though I'm feeling no one is. xD

Thankyou! I was kind of worried at how it just starts in the middle of a story so to speak. I'm bad at beginnings and equally bad at keeping a story 'going' so to speak. xD
But really, thankyou. :3 ♥

Reposting these two from the main blog. To keep things neater. ^^



I want to approach the world but I find myself holding back.Too often do I feel the icy chill of displeasure at my presence, be it real or imagined and I step back. Just upon the cusp of contact and I step back.

I don't know why...or perhaps I do. I can not convince myself of my own knowledge, my reason, for my failing. Simply that it exists and there is nothing that I can do about it. Of this I convince myself. Instead of stepping forward and basking in the glow of companionship with another, I convince myself that it can not be. They will not want me, do not want me.

I am unwelcome and I do it to myself.

I want to meet you, I want to know you, but I can not. I am the destroyer of my own joy, the bringer of inescapable loneliness and I despise that. I want to be free of my own internal demons, the ones forever holding me back from happiness.

I am my own misery.




Slick, glistening, ruby red, watching the thin rivulets ooze past as his vision narrowed. Each fine line a memory he would never have, a moment he would never live.

A soft puff of breath, the last to escape weakening lungs sent plumes of ash gray upon the vein-work of red. It was almost beautiful in it's finality.

Vision gone but the memory remains. The end of a life never lived.

Thanks Eddie. ♥