Never Alone: The Prologue

 Prologue

"Wait, what is that? Street 24 underground! I repeat, Street 24 underground!" I screamed into my walkie, my face puffed bright red.

"We are on our way, Officer," came the reply.

The gate opened as the recruits' thuds filled the silence with echoes. The leakage of gases from the wet, moist rocks made it harder to breathe. The rusted copper braids unraveled as the lock tying them together was parted using the forbidden cipher, releasing them. The metal door shuffled upward, almost as if it was disguised as a ruined portal, hiding its true colors.

I swallowed the water I had, pulling myself together, knowing it’d be a shame for the other officers to see me like this, eyeing me down as if I were unworthy.

My eyes searched for clarity they’d been loo—

"Officer Tony, are you alright?" the medic asked kindly.

"All good," I replied, forcing a calm tone. "I see the others have already gone inside. I should get going too."

As I followed the others inside, my eyes fell on a large box—fully glassed, a piece of art. No, a torture device. Smooth texture. Perfect lining. Oh lord—no. No.

It was torturous. Large. Bloody inside. A trap for innocence. Inhuman.

My eyes glittered at the sight of hell. The murmurs around the little hideaway grew louder as everyone investigated and discussed further. My hands were stiff. Numb. They felt as if they didn’t belong here. But they were here. It didn’t feel right.

I went deeper, joining some of the officers with little devices.

Click. Click.

I didn’t thank her for asking me earlier—

My mind went back to what had happened a while ago. Cold shivers ran down my spine, as though something was growing in it. Tunnels filled my sight. Twisting and moving. My troubled mind sank into these filthy tunnels as the whispers grew louder and fuller.

I was trapped.

-Sheeza

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