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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
808
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Anthony brought a hand to his forehead as he lay sprawled on the elevator floor. He looked around him and it seemed the elevator had stopped. Was he alive? The elevator doors were open and he could see a long hallway leading down from it. He slowly got up and felt the elevator walls. They felt smooth and showed no sign of a crash or accident. Anthony stepped out of the elevator and looked himself over. His jeans and light blue t-shirt were now completely dry. He took of his sun glasses and cleaned the sweat of the frames. He placed them back on his face and proceeded to walk forward. Unlike pre previous level he was on this hallway had no tables or chair nor boards with messages on them. It was a plain white with a yellow hue hallway which seemed to extend itself every time Anthony thought he had reached the end of it.
Anthony stopped. He closed his eyes and opened them again; still the same hallway. Frustrated, he slumped himself against a wall and slid down, till he was resting. Bringing both hands to his head, he ran his hands through his hair and covered his face within his arms. What he did next, hew as unsure why. Maybe by instinct or because it was the only thing he had not tried to do. Anthony sarcastically brought his head up and looked upwards to heaven and spoke:
“Well…where’s my fucking answer?”
Immediately as the words left his mouth Anthony heard a “CLICK”. Bringing his head down Anthony starred at the wall right directly in front of him. A door had appeared and this time the door had a handle. Anthony gave a heavy sigh as he remained seated on the floor, tapping his head against the wall he was leaning against, while starring at the door. Finally deciding he had no other choice Anthony picked himself up and reached for the handle. The door soundlessly opened as Anthony stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
The room was spacious and like the rest of the building, from what Anthony could tell, it too had the white with the yellow hue. There were no windows, but a single television set at the front of the room which emitted a warm fuzzy glow, and a single table in the middle of the room. On top of this table sat a boy; a teen to be more accurate. He wore a lose fitting dark blue dress shirt, with matching black suited pants. He seemed to be wearing a school uniform. The boy had dirty blonde hair which was smooth in the back and slightly spiked at the front. His eyes, like Michelle’s commanded attention, but unlike Michelle his eyes were a soft almond brown. He bore a slight tanned complexion and a small ear ring on his right ear. But what really caught his attention, and put Anthony on guard was he bore the same sly grin Michelle always wore.
“I’ve been waiting for you. Man you took your sweet time getting here”
The boy laughed and smoothly brought a hand to his hair and slightly combed it before bringing it back down. Anthony walked caustiously to the side of the room as he spoke to the boy.
“I would have been here sooner, but I was a little bit preoccupied, women problems”
The boy turned himself as he sat on the table to face Anthony as he moved. The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote control and brought it to his lip and looked at Anthony, his face slightly frowning.
“No…I wouldn’t have expected you to be here sooner. I mean…”
The boy pointed the remote at the TV and turned it on.
“You don’t even know where here is”
The boy smiled at Anthony again as he began changing channels. Each flicker of the television brought another fuzzy yellow glow with no picture, but a blank screen.
“V”
“What?”
“You can call me V”
Now Anthony had the slight frown on his face as he stared at V, as he continued to change the channels. Anthony looked at the boy and than at the TV. He came here looking for answers and standing there was getting him no where. Anthony walked in front of V, blocking him from changing the channels. V pointed the controller directly at Anthony, his smile turning into a grim look.
“Careful now, you wouldn’t want me to turn you off”
V put the controller back in his pants and slouched forward. He turned his head slightly to the right and gazed at Anthony.
“So why are you here?”
Anthony stepped towards V.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m here to find out”
V tilted his head to the left.
“So why are you here if you already know the answer?”
Anthony tof hif his glasses in frustration and looked at V with an half arrogant half demanding look.
“What…what the fuck are you talking about? I am here to find out why…”
V looked at him and began laughing.
“Tsk tsk Anthony is here, but he’s all confused what, o what is he going to do”
V continued laughing. Anthony dropped his glasses and rushed up to the boy. He grabbed him by the collar and brought him to the floor.
“Who the fuck are you people?!”
V stopped smiling.
“I’ll tell you who we are, if you answer one of my questions first”.
Anthony loosened his grip a little, but still held the collar securely. He looked at V and nodded. V smiled again and looked at the watch on Anthony’s wrist.
“Why are you still wearing a watch that no longer works”?
Anthony looked at his watch. The hands had stopped moving. Anthony let go of V and got up. Anthony took of his Rolex and placed it in his pocket. V got back on the table and took out the remote control. He pointed it at the TV and turned it on. This time Anthony watched as an image of homeless person appeared on the screen, sitting wrapped up in a torn up blanket in a side alley.
“That’s your fault”
Anthony looked at v and back at the old man on the screen.
“What’s my fault?”
V changed the channel and it now showed the old man sitting on a sidewalk asking for money as people walk by.
“He has to beg for money and pray just to make it through the night. It’s all you fault”.
“How the hell is that my fault, I don’t even know him”
V turned to look at Anthony.
“Do you want to know him…?”
“I…how is it my fault that he made the wrong decisions in his life so he’s now fucked up and on the street. I had nothing to do with that!”
V changed the channel again and now appeared the same homeless man on the same sidewalk, but now it showed a teen walking by the man. The teen was accompanied by five otheopleople. They were laughing and playing around as they walk and jeered each other. The old man reached out a hand and shook the plastic cup held in it. The teens gave him a disgusted look and walked on. One of the teens, a brunette with free flowing hair, and long legs grabbed the teen who seem to be the leader of the group. “Anthony we should at least give that guy something”. The teen laughed and looked back at the girl. “Babe I can’t, cause right now my only concern is you”. The girl laughed as the teen reached for her waist and pulled her close to him and kissed her on the neck.
V turned the TV off and looked back at Anthony. Anthony hung his head low and starred at the floor as he muttered:
“So what…what. Even if I did give him a few bucks it still wouldn’t have made a difference. It’s his life, not mine”
V’s expression became grim. He got off the table and walked to face Anthony.
“How much does your watch cost? Five thousand, six? Six thousand dollars just to tell time. Your time is truly priceless.”
“I fucking work for my money all right. I’m allowed to spend it when I want and how I want”
V turned his back to Anthony and walked to the opposite wall.
“Do you ever wonder what happened to that man?”
Anthony did not answer.
“Do you ever wonder what might have happened if you had given him the respect he deserved as a human being and the change in your pocket?”
Anthony did not answer.
“Past, present, and future. All are connected all can not be denied. Past sins, un forgiven will come back for the forsaken”
Anthony was about to speak after V had finished his sentence, when he felt an ice cold sensation on his right shoulder. It not only felt cold, but wet and yet hard. Anthony turned to look behind him and fell to the floor screaming as a bloody hand rotting and peeling of flesh latched onto his arm as an old man covered in blood and rags reached his other disfigured sore covered hand towards Anthony’s throat.
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To be Continued
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Anthony brought a hand to his forehead as he lay sprawled on the elevator floor. He looked around him and it seemed the elevator had stopped. Was he alive? The elevator doors were open and he could see a long hallway leading down from it. He slowly got up and felt the elevator walls. They felt smooth and showed no sign of a crash or accident. Anthony stepped out of the elevator and looked himself over. His jeans and light blue t-shirt were now completely dry. He took of his sun glasses and cleaned the sweat of the frames. He placed them back on his face and proceeded to walk forward. Unlike pre previous level he was on this hallway had no tables or chair nor boards with messages on them. It was a plain white with a yellow hue hallway which seemed to extend itself every time Anthony thought he had reached the end of it.
Anthony stopped. He closed his eyes and opened them again; still the same hallway. Frustrated, he slumped himself against a wall and slid down, till he was resting. Bringing both hands to his head, he ran his hands through his hair and covered his face within his arms. What he did next, hew as unsure why. Maybe by instinct or because it was the only thing he had not tried to do. Anthony sarcastically brought his head up and looked upwards to heaven and spoke:
“Well…where’s my fucking answer?”
Immediately as the words left his mouth Anthony heard a “CLICK”. Bringing his head down Anthony starred at the wall right directly in front of him. A door had appeared and this time the door had a handle. Anthony gave a heavy sigh as he remained seated on the floor, tapping his head against the wall he was leaning against, while starring at the door. Finally deciding he had no other choice Anthony picked himself up and reached for the handle. The door soundlessly opened as Anthony stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
The room was spacious and like the rest of the building, from what Anthony could tell, it too had the white with the yellow hue. There were no windows, but a single television set at the front of the room which emitted a warm fuzzy glow, and a single table in the middle of the room. On top of this table sat a boy; a teen to be more accurate. He wore a lose fitting dark blue dress shirt, with matching black suited pants. He seemed to be wearing a school uniform. The boy had dirty blonde hair which was smooth in the back and slightly spiked at the front. His eyes, like Michelle’s commanded attention, but unlike Michelle his eyes were a soft almond brown. He bore a slight tanned complexion and a small ear ring on his right ear. But what really caught his attention, and put Anthony on guard was he bore the same sly grin Michelle always wore.
“I’ve been waiting for you. Man you took your sweet time getting here”
The boy laughed and smoothly brought a hand to his hair and slightly combed it before bringing it back down. Anthony walked caustiously to the side of the room as he spoke to the boy.
“I would have been here sooner, but I was a little bit preoccupied, women problems”
The boy turned himself as he sat on the table to face Anthony as he moved. The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote control and brought it to his lip and looked at Anthony, his face slightly frowning.
“No…I wouldn’t have expected you to be here sooner. I mean…”
The boy pointed the remote at the TV and turned it on.
“You don’t even know where here is”
The boy smiled at Anthony again as he began changing channels. Each flicker of the television brought another fuzzy yellow glow with no picture, but a blank screen.
“V”
“What?”
“You can call me V”
Now Anthony had the slight frown on his face as he stared at V, as he continued to change the channels. Anthony looked at the boy and than at the TV. He came here looking for answers and standing there was getting him no where. Anthony walked in front of V, blocking him from changing the channels. V pointed the controller directly at Anthony, his smile turning into a grim look.
“Careful now, you wouldn’t want me to turn you off”
V put the controller back in his pants and slouched forward. He turned his head slightly to the right and gazed at Anthony.
“So why are you here?”
Anthony stepped towards V.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m here to find out”
V tilted his head to the left.
“So why are you here if you already know the answer?”
Anthony tof hif his glasses in frustration and looked at V with an half arrogant half demanding look.
“What…what the fuck are you talking about? I am here to find out why…”
V looked at him and began laughing.
“Tsk tsk Anthony is here, but he’s all confused what, o what is he going to do”
V continued laughing. Anthony dropped his glasses and rushed up to the boy. He grabbed him by the collar and brought him to the floor.
“Who the fuck are you people?!”
V stopped smiling.
“I’ll tell you who we are, if you answer one of my questions first”.
Anthony loosened his grip a little, but still held the collar securely. He looked at V and nodded. V smiled again and looked at the watch on Anthony’s wrist.
“Why are you still wearing a watch that no longer works”?
Anthony looked at his watch. The hands had stopped moving. Anthony let go of V and got up. Anthony took of his Rolex and placed it in his pocket. V got back on the table and took out the remote control. He pointed it at the TV and turned it on. This time Anthony watched as an image of homeless person appeared on the screen, sitting wrapped up in a torn up blanket in a side alley.
“That’s your fault”
Anthony looked at v and back at the old man on the screen.
“What’s my fault?”
V changed the channel and it now showed the old man sitting on a sidewalk asking for money as people walk by.
“He has to beg for money and pray just to make it through the night. It’s all you fault”.
“How the hell is that my fault, I don’t even know him”
V turned to look at Anthony.
“Do you want to know him…?”
“I…how is it my fault that he made the wrong decisions in his life so he’s now fucked up and on the street. I had nothing to do with that!”
V changed the channel again and now appeared the same homeless man on the same sidewalk, but now it showed a teen walking by the man. The teen was accompanied by five otheopleople. They were laughing and playing around as they walk and jeered each other. The old man reached out a hand and shook the plastic cup held in it. The teens gave him a disgusted look and walked on. One of the teens, a brunette with free flowing hair, and long legs grabbed the teen who seem to be the leader of the group. “Anthony we should at least give that guy something”. The teen laughed and looked back at the girl. “Babe I can’t, cause right now my only concern is you”. The girl laughed as the teen reached for her waist and pulled her close to him and kissed her on the neck.
V turned the TV off and looked back at Anthony. Anthony hung his head low and starred at the floor as he muttered:
“So what…what. Even if I did give him a few bucks it still wouldn’t have made a difference. It’s his life, not mine”
V’s expression became grim. He got off the table and walked to face Anthony.
“How much does your watch cost? Five thousand, six? Six thousand dollars just to tell time. Your time is truly priceless.”
“I fucking work for my money all right. I’m allowed to spend it when I want and how I want”
V turned his back to Anthony and walked to the opposite wall.
“Do you ever wonder what happened to that man?”
Anthony did not answer.
“Do you ever wonder what might have happened if you had given him the respect he deserved as a human being and the change in your pocket?”
Anthony did not answer.
“Past, present, and future. All are connected all can not be denied. Past sins, un forgiven will come back for the forsaken”
Anthony was about to speak after V had finished his sentence, when he felt an ice cold sensation on his right shoulder. It not only felt cold, but wet and yet hard. Anthony turned to look behind him and fell to the floor screaming as a bloody hand rotting and peeling of flesh latched onto his arm as an old man covered in blood and rags reached his other disfigured sore covered hand towards Anthony’s throat.
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To be Continued
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