Who?A Story by Wesley MahneA room filled with people. Who does all these strange faces belong to? And who am I?We were 10 people when it started. I cannot tell you how
many is left and it all started with a note… “Hi I am Derek?” “No-one cares” How rude I was trying to be friendly in this confusing
situation. Could I even ask what was going on? “Hi Derek I am Sherry” An angelic voice, a comforting
voice and it came from the lips of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. How could I say anything to this perfect being of nature,
here sheer beauty knocked my words away. I finally mustered up the courage to speak
with her then… “I am Volt” said this mountain of a man. “What brings a lovely thing like you to this s**t hole?” “I don’t know, I just woke up here as I assume all of us
did. Interesting name Volt?” “Yes it’s a nickname, when I was young my dad used to
call me that” “How did you get here mr Volt” “No Just call me Volt and like you I just woke up here”
he smiled at here, I could see he likes her. “I also woke up here” I said stupidly, no less than a
second a voice from behind me said again “I told ya boy no-one cares, no go sit
in your corner until you are spoken to” I felt so small, like I was nothing, like an ant. I felt
so alone, no-one to help me or even comfort, never had I ever been so confused
before in my whole life, looking at all these strange people who I have never
met and Sherry. How could one women be so beautiful. Suddenly the room went silent, the sound of a door
opening filled the room we were in. A tall man that looked like a toothpick with arms and
legs walked in, not uttering a word. He walked over to man that had been mean
to me, gave him a note and left shutting the door behind him. With a slam we heard the door being bolted shut… I still am not sure what the note said. I am trapped in
an office, no windows, no doors to shut. “There all dead ya know” a voice screeched “There is no
point in hiding, I will find you… We will find you” I could feel my heart pounding here where I stood
crouching. I knew it was just a matter of time before they found me. They? Who
is They? I remember the room. I remember being scared and then the
walls dropping like they were pieces of paper. I remember volt helping me to my
feet when the commotion started and I also remember the gunshot. It was so
loud, so deafening… I remember Volt laying at my feet. One single bullet hole
right between the eyes. This was the first time I had seen someone being killed
or at least I think it is. Who was I,
all I could remember was a name. Derek. Was this my name. I felt like I
knew nothing. I wish I could see Sherry once again. Since the walls
dropped I never saw her again. All of a sudden crouching here in the corner I saw them
coming. I tried to look upon their face. I tried to get my eyes focused. I
can’t see their faces. Oh god they don’t have faces! I couldn’t remember what happened next. I remember waking
up in the room where it all started. All alone. Scared. “Where am I!?” “Who am I!?” My voice just echoed off the walls. I was alone. Captive.
Hungry. Scared. All alone. “Derek” A loud voice came from…. Some..where. “Derek” “Yes” I answered. No reply, It felt like ten hours yet no reply. What’s that smell? I remember waking yet again back in the office, no
faceless met to be found, not footsteps, just me, all alone. I stood up and walked to the doorway of the office.
Looking carefully out the door. There was no-one. I walked out into the hallway. This place seems familiar
and yet I don’t know why. What is this place? As I was walking I heard a scream. A woman’s voice
shrieking at the top op her lungs. I ran towards the scream, am I dumb for
running towards her and then suddenly the scream stopped. I kept on running towards where I think the sound came
from and finally I came towards the end of this long corridor as I turned the
corner I couldn’t help but fall to my knees at what I saw. I saw her, Sherry,
but not as I remember her from earlier. I saw here arms ripped from her body. The rest of her body was tied to a chair. She suddenly
looked up and started to shriek yet again. Before I could respond two hands
came from the wall behind her, took her by the hair and tore her head off. Then
another shriek but this time it was from me. © 2017 Wesley Mahne |
StatsAuthorWesley MahnePretoria, Gauteng, South AfricaAboutI don't know much about writing properly but I am very passionate about it. more..Writing
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