The Line of Life or Death - Chapter Three - Don't Lose Your Head
#3 of The Line of Life or Death
The Line of Life or Death - Chapter Three - Don't Lose Your Head
Last chapter, and hopefully no more psyco sadist writing from me for a while at least. Please don't blame me if this mentally scars you, because it's not my fault.
I had to escape. It was either get out now, or completely lose my sanity. I quickly left the hole that I once thought was a safe haven, but now I realized staying would be a death trap. I had to get to the bottom floor, there would be the exit. Simple as that. I decided to go out to the left and avoid the saturated carpet floor for a third time. By now I figured the beast would've been far away from the door, so I started opening it. I heard a whimpering and quiet pleads for help to my right. I turned my head to see a gryphon, wings slashed up, chained to the wall, with his right arm completely severed and lying by his side, blood slowly seeping from the open flesh. His eyes peered into mine. Pushing the door open further, I started walking away from that doomed soul. Downstairs to the first floor, that's where I had to go. Having that, flesh, would only slow me down. I went down the stairs before arriving at another flood, still damp and moist, the smell of blood still thick in the air. The aroma was actually quite... Enticing. My head stayed looking forward, no matter how many whimpered prayers or stifles cries I heard. Something wrapped around my ankle. It was moist and warm. I looked down to see a bunny, shackled to the wall by its legs, reaching its only arm out in hopes of receiving help.
However, I wasn't about to waste my time with this inferior creature, for if I helped him it would only be the death of me. With my other leg I kicked his wrist, hearing a definite snapping of bone. I had to think for myself, and right now that meant getting out of here. I trudged on to the end of the hall, where more stairs led further down. As the next room came into view I saw things hanging from the ceiling all over. They were like ball and chain decorations. I got closer and saw the decorations were anything but. Well, maybe not for some but others... I quickly shed my mind from thinking that the severed heads of other furs connected to the ceiling by their spinal cords was decorations. I walked across the room, pushing aside the heads of lemurs, bears, crocodiles, and at least a few dozen others before arriving at another staircase. For some reason I felt that this was the last staircase. I heard footsteps climbing down the stairs from a level above, so I quickly scrambled down the stairs. They were slick with blood, so I slipped on the seventh step, falling the rest of the way down. I splashed into a pool of something that filled up at least three quarters of the room. Some of it flooded into my mouth, and the taste was unmistakably that of blood. Obviously it had collected from leaking down through all the cracks in the floor. I had to find the door though, so I plunged into the thick and slightly warm pool of the blood of innocents. Perhaps some was from that one nice mouse I had once known. I felt along the walls to hopefully find a door. My breath fell short before getting half way down one wall. I swam back to the surface to get a breath. I broke to the top and wiped as much blood from my eyes to see. On the steps was a Minotaur, sitting down, axe resting over his shoulder. I had to find the exit as quickly as possible before he could get to me. I dove back down, feeling along the wall, desperately hoping to find a handle. My arms were starting to lock up and my legs growing weaker with every passing second. I resurfaced again, gasping for breath. Some blood drained from my ear, allowing me to hear slightly. I heard laughter, gruesome, sadistic laughter, coming from the Minotaur, who was watching me drown to death in the blood if his victims. I dove in once more in a final attempt of escape. My brain was going fuzzy and my vision spotty. Suddenly I realized why the Minotaur was laughing so much. My legs moved less and less, despite my attempts to survive. He knew where we were, and I was looking for the door that didn't exist. My body used the last of the oxygen it had in my lungs, the rest of my body too exhausted from lack of sleep and all the other things I had gone through to pull back above the surface. I had now just realized that yes, I was on the bottom floor, but the building was underground. My mind realized that I was going to die, so all I was waiting for was my body to finally give up hope and sink into the enviable. I sunk lower and lower before softly hitting the bottom, five feet deep in a pool of blood. My mind slowly was shutting down for the last time. From the bottom of the blood I saw the Minotaur looking down, and heard his maniacal and sadistic screams for the last time. With my final thought, I realized that this was the only way to escape.