The Carrow Chapter 8A Chapter by yukiderpThe Carrow Chapter 8 “Wake up you stupid
fool!” yells the professor through the intercom. I slowly sit up and lean
against the cold wall of steel. My head is throbbing. I reach up to touch it
and watch as my fingers come away with fresh blood. I must’ve hit my head on
the wall pretty bad. “Come on then,” repeats the professor, “Get a move on!” I force myself to
stand up. The world feels like its spinning and I immediately start to fall to
the ground. I’ve lost too much blood, I realize. I needed to recuperate
somehow. I lay there on the ground, staring in to the dark night sky. And then
I notice a tinge of blue in it. The sun was coming up. Time is running out. How
long have I been asleep here? I get up and begin to
walk toward a turn, not caring where I was going, only wanting to get this
whole thing over with. Then I remember the professor’s threat about burning me
alive in twenty-four hours. This keeps me going. I realize that if he managed to turn the
entire mansion into a labyrinth, then that means there still has to be a way
back down, right? I mean, he has an underground
laboratory. There has to be SOMETHING that leads down to it…hopefully. I just
needed to figure out where I was exactly. I glance to my left.
Now I am beginning to make out the old apple tree on the front lawn. It had always
stood on the corner of the lot. The professor only kept it here because he
liked the apples it grew. I go there now. The waking daylight becomes brighter and eventually I can see my way clearly. Finally, after many risky turns and pivots,
I’m there. I see that there’s still apples growing on it, and I greedily pick
one now. I realize that I’m famished and immediately take a bite. I wonder why I haven’t run across any traps on the way here. I stop chewing and stare at the apple in horror. Now that there’s more light, I can easily make out a green tinge inside the apple. It could be the morning light, I tell myself, but I can’t help but notice that it’s a different kind of green. A sickly green. Of course, I think to myself.
It’s more of the Carrow’s poison. What else could it be? At once, I begin to forcefully cough
out the apple, but I had already swallowed it completely. There’s nothing I can do about it now. Surprisingly
though, I don’t feel any different. But that just makes it feel all the more
deadly, because I have no idea when the poison would take over my body. Shrugging, I give up on worrying. There’s no
point to it anyways, besides, I’ve been through worse haven’t I? At least,
that’s what I hoped. And if I’m not mistaken, the place where the front door should
be isn’t far from here. And I feel sure that I can find it by mere instinct, so
I head there now. From there, there should be a large hole in the ground, with
downward stairs leading to the lab. I start to run, but suddenly I feel myself
slowing down. No, it couldn’t be...the poison is meant to slow my body
system. When would it wear off? The speed I was walking at has been reduced to a zombie like trudge, and even
though my mind is screaming for my immobile muscles to move, they refuse to go
any faster. I would just have to bare with it; at least
it doesn’t hurt, I think. For now, I needed a better plan about what to do
after I’ve reached his lab. What if he’s there, waiting for me right now? With
giant scissors ready to cut my head off at any moment? My imagination runs wild,
and I realize it’s the poison that’s triggering my nightmares. I shake away my
artificial thoughts, begging my mind to take control again, but eventually I’m
racking with sobs and gasps, and I’m seeing strange shadows that are quickly
creeping up on me, grabbing me, yanking me down, choking me. In an instant, I
feel bound up. It’s an illusion, I tell myself, this
can’t be real. But suddenly I feel
hands cover my mouth and I’m being held down by a big heavy object. Actually,
not an object, a person. But what was a person doing here? I must be
hallucinating. I simply lay there, waiting for the poison and the make-believe person to disappear, but after
several minutes, the situation hasn’t changed, and I’m still stuck on the
ground. “What-” I choke out, but the hand clamps over
my mouth again. My vision clears a bit, and I can begin to make out a face. It was the mailman. “Syren, you’re Syren right?” He whispers. I
nod. How did he know me? “Listen, I’m going to get you out of here. But you
have to listen to every word I say.” Don’t tell me… “Liam?” I whisper loudly. This
isn’t a dream, and I’m not hallucinating. This is Liam, my mother’s brother. “How did you get in here?” “That’s not important, but right now we have
less than six hours to get you out,” he says. I can’t believe it, would I
really be able to leave this wretched place? This nightmare? This horror? “How?” I ask. Liam begins to say something,
but at that moment we hear a loud blast go off, and then the Carrow’s voice
comes up. “It’s been awhile since we’ve spoken, Liam. Why don’t you come down here and have a little chat with me?” Both of us freeze, how could the Carrow
already know that Liam is here? I mean, he just got here. The Carrow must have even more cameras than usual, if so,
then why did he let Liam in in the first place? To
kill him. I realize. He’s
going to kill him, so that I would never have any chance of escaping again. But
surely Liam must be aware of this. I glance up at him. He’s staring into the
distance defiantly, as if he was challenging the Carrow’s loud voice over the
intercom. I watch him pull out a gun. “What’s that
for?” I ask stupidly. Liam stares at me with hard eyes. “You have to understand that anything I do
from here on out, is for your sake,” but before I can say anything in response, he points
the gun at me. © 2012 yukiderpReviews
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Added on March 14, 2012Last Updated on March 14, 2012 AuthoryukiderpCAAboutHey my name is Yukina, and my favorite book is The Hunger Games. My favorite snack is ramen...and I love to cosplay. I love to write. But only stories, I'm not much of a poem person. You may .. more..Writing
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