Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Have you ever been so cold that it woke you up from a deep sleep? Your skin tingled, and felt numb, yet it hurt as if needles were impaling your flesh? Rachel tossed and turned on the harsh cement floor, groaning out as her lids fluttered open. Those black pupils expanded as the darkness consumed her eyes. The air was so frigid that she could feel the vapor from her breath exit her lungs, creating a smoky illusion. Alarmingly, underneath her form wasnt the soft and comforting security of a mattress that she remembered falling asleep on. Instead, the paved cement flooring accompanied with the dusty scent of a recently wet basement tingled inside of her nostrils. Gently she pulled herself up to sit upright, grasping the right side of her head from sleeping on it wrong. Tiny pebbles of rock coated her clothing and digging into her skin, her hands quick to brush them off before standing firmly on both of her feet. Hello? Her voice reverberated from the musky walls that enclosed her. A lingering sense of dread washed over her, the hairs on her skin protruding upwards to form into tiny little handstands. Bleakly, she shook her head to rid of the nightmare she was having, shielding her blue irises securely before opening them once more, only to display that her nightmare was indeed a reality. As she walked along the hardened floors, the heels of her shoes snapped against it. Nearby was a staircase that led upstairs, a distant light peeking out from an almost closed door. Without hesitating she eagerly paced up the stairs and opened the door. It was blinding for a moment as the rays of the light infiltrated her eyes. Her hand defended her eyes to adjust to the radiant brightness before lowering her guard and soaking in the sight. She was in another room, the lights on the ceiling brighter than the sun. It was abandoned, wherever she was. I must be on the first floor She noted to herself as her body spun around to inspect the room. The walls were painted white, but the bricked cracks in the wall were lined with dirt, a sign of neglect for a long period of time. Is anyone in here? Rachel raised her voice, only to hear the echo of her question play back into her awaiting ears. Biting her lip in frustration, she continued her search, hoping to find a way out or someone who could help her. As she strolled impatiently throughout the room, thoughts exploded in her head. How did I get here? Where am I? Did someone bring me here? How close am I to home? It was hard to keep up with the rolling questions that needed to be answered. Her breathing grew quicker, hoarser, her heart racing inside of her chest. Calm down, just figure a way through this. Reassuring herself, her hands wrapped around her waist, each step growing more cautious and speculative. Can anyone assist me? Another courageous outburst from her parted lips, yet again nothing to answer besides her resonance. Why even bother trying? Sighing in frustration, she continued her way into a doorway, leading to another room that was filled with furniture. It appeared livelier than the previous room, but it didnt remove her caution. Silently, a muffled sound caused her ears to twitch, her body whirling around towards the direction of the commotion. Hello? The friendly greeting was returned with the rolling of a can that had fallen from a nearby table, her brows furrowing in agitation. This isnt funny, if this is some kind of prank. The tone was more of a growl than of fright, but she would be lying if she proclaimed she wasnt fearful. She had no option but to venture the building, hoping for a way out, or a miracle.