Thoughts scramble my brain. Another day another case, I sigh. Kori watching with amusement as I reached my coat. Cold hands slipping the warm fabric around my shoulders.
Then time slowed. I could see the visible tension in Kori's shoulder. It was happening again.
My body seized. My skin felt wrong, like my soul was trying to claw its way out. I could feel frosty air on my skin. Cold and merciless.
I felt it. A boney hand gripped my shoulder and whipped me back. A bright amber colored light seared my retinas, hot and heavy.
Then. Silence. Long thick and heavy. Where was I?
The place was dark. Unnaturally so. Windows cracked yet no light bled through the darkness that felt, suffocating.
My fingers scramble, through my coat looking for my vintage lighter, given to me by my brother before he... The thought of him… The thought of what happened, it felt like a thousand spears piercing my spine.
Thoughts vanished as quick as they came as my trembling hand, tinged of feared desperation finally gripped onto the lighter. Something didn't feel right, because I wasn't alone.
Click click click. Thumb brushing aggressively against the spark wheel before finally settling down as I got a faint ember.
"Finally… some light here." My voice echoed through the emptiness, through darkness surrounding me.
I stood in an abandoned cathedral. Tiny flame reflecting on the long, burned down cross in the middle.
Pillars, old and dented looked like there are about to collapse any day now. Then, I could feel it. A dreadful presence around me that seemed to choke air out of my body. "Oh… God… the smell."
I felt like throwing up as the stench of burning flesh, decaying with a metallic scent of blood and rot filled my nostrils as I turned over to find the source of the smell.
Nothing. Only silence. The stench, still spreading. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
"SKREEEEE!"
The sound echoed like a gun shot. My body already responding, taking a step back from whatever the hell made that sound. My legs nearly tripping over a broken chair that was long rotted.
'What, is that?' thoughts and questions flood my brain as I tried to finally make sense of the situation, of begin in the dark inside with no light and a something dangerous lurking beneath the shadows.
The main question lingered through my mind, like a knife pressed against my throat.
'What was I supposed to do? The lighter while a light source barely lit up any of the darkness. There also didn't seem to be any sign of an exit, meaning... I was trapped, with no escape, and no plan.'
'Why is this happening? This... Doesn't normally happen.' I hissed to myself, backing up, now fully again a pillar. My eyes burning from exertion and strain as I struggled to keep myself from panicking.
One thing was clear to me though, because in that moment I knew the thing I'm trapped with although unknowning of my presence, it would kill me the moment it knew... and that alone terrified me the most.
*Meanwhile back at the apartment.*
Kori drifts aimlessly around the room gritting his teeth as he gets frustrated and stressed because he's struggling to solve a Rubik's cube, he then starts breaking s**t and trashing the place, before seemingly having a pillow fight... by himself as he procrastinates on saving garfield.
Kori's eyes widen behind his shades as he comes to the realization that garfield owes him 5 bucks. "THAT HO!" Kori exclaimes, whistling before yelling into the musty blank air of the apartment. "AYOOO STEVE HOOK ME UP!"
The room goes cold and the air becomes increasingly frosty and out walks Steve from the shadow of a chainsaw. Kori with a s**t eating grinn on face says, "thats where my chainsaw's been. Sick."
Steve and Kori dap eachother up, "hands still as boney as ever, mate." Kori exclaimed, before the pair catch up, and play a game of rock paper scissors, before they eventually decide to go help out Garfield.