Test of Fate
What in the hells going on? I just open my eyes and suddenly, I'm not in my room. The darkness is all enveloping, not a damn thing is distinguishable, save some of the other people. The air has a smell strongly reminiscent of iron. I noticed that I, like some of the others in the room, are hanging by our wrists from the restraints in the ceiling. Thick and full, the air hangs and it has the feel like it can stick to you. I can't remember drinking the previous night, but my head is screaming hangover. I feel sick, and some of the others are starting to wake too. I kinda wish I wasn't the first to wake in this room, but whatevers going it's time to get answers.
"Hello?" My voice seems more hoarse then usual, like I had been screaming the last 3 days straight. Some of the others seem to sense that thought and instinctively start screaming their heads off. Crying and pleading with some invisible god that they haven't done anything wrong or that if he saves them then they'll never do anything wrong. The thing is, I don't think any of them have done anything wrong, I know I haven't. My day in day out is actual work, I never had time to even think of breaking the law. Then the first edge of light peaks in, somewhere behind me. The light hits the opposite wall, which seems caked in filth and grime, crimson in nature. Others notice this and just double their screaming and panicking, some are even yanking at their restraints in a vain attempt to get away. Still nothing.
The door opens, just ever so slightly judging by the light on the walls, reveling ugly trails of crimson splashed on the walls. What came next was worse. The door closed. Everyone was silent, nothing going on, all I could hear was the beat of my heart, the breathing of others, and then, that sound. The ugly rending of flesh, like someone being ripped into. The sound of their screaming, their horrific screaming, knowing they were awake and conscious for the rending of their body. Hearing their bones break as something rips into them, hearing blood and other gore hit the floor. The worst part was the fact that I could hear this from a person maybe 6 feet from me. The sounds persisted, and from the sound and smell of it, some of the others vomited. The sound of resistance from the victim stopped, he may have been trying to get whatever was attacking him to stop, but now it was the sick wet sound of something chewing on the bits of the guy. I choke down the vomit I so desperately want to give up, but I don't want that thing, that creature to find me.......
The light continues to grow again, and soon the doors open again. I swing a little, and out of the corner of my eye I catch the culprit. A horribly disfigured looking panther, jet black patches of fur where it wasn't scarred. It was missing an eye, and what seemed like some of its jaw. My heart stopped, it looked me dead in the eye as it moved past. The feeling of dread filled me, I felt its longing for more. I noticed its last meal, half the torso and intestine on the floor, a thick mesh of blood, bone, and organs. I finally threw up once the beast had left.
The next few days, I think, you could barely count the passage of time in the room, this ritual continued. The beast would be released into the room and another person would die, but on the second day it took the person in front of me, and I watched as it devoured the man in front. After that, I made sure to struggle as much as possible while it was away. To test the bonds of the chain, to attempt to escape. Then the most interesting thing happened. I blacked out again. This time when I reawaken, I was sitting on the floor of a bare, also crimson stained room. It was semi illuminated, and a door was opened. On the floor was a bag of what appeared to be some crystal, crushed into crystals to be more precise, and was cloudy in nature. I picked it up, not knowing what to make of it. I took one out and thought it to be crystal meth, so I pocketed it. If need be, I'll just OD on the meth, make it easy. I walked down the narrow corridor, noting the musty smell. Then I damned near shit my pants as the lights cut out again.
I hugged the wall, damp and thick feeling. I grabbed the bag from my pocket, getting ready to swallow the contents at any small noise. I was praying it would kill me before whatever could be in the hallway with me would get me. I heard a low growl, out for blood, and ready to pounce. My thoughts jumped immediately to the panther. I refuse to give up to that bitch of a big cat. I notice a pair of eyes down the hallway, low to the ground. I threw the bag at it, my last hope was maybe it would swallow the bag, and the contents would kill it, even if it got me first. Instead, in my panic, I threw it high. It hit the far wall, and to my amazement, exploded. It then dawned on me, it wasn't crystal meth in that bag, it was something that had I actually aimed right may have saved my life, it was Mercury Fulminate. And then it dawned on me what was going on. It was a test, it was all a test, of blind luck and fate. And this was a test of whether you lived or died. The reason the panther was scarred and singed was that so many times people did what I had just done, if they hadn't already OD'd in the beginning chamber. The beast got to devour whatever was left, accounting for all the blood. But it was too late for me.
With a growl of pleasure, it sprinted toward me. Knowing there was no way out, I simply waited, dropping to my knees and prayed for it to be quick.
Credited to Carmenpasta
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