This is the end
I wake up remembering everything; being taken away from home by a demon and agreeing to become its' apprentice so it can stay away from my family. I walk out of the room and see him.
He says to me from under his mask, "Your training begins today."
I can hear the smile in his voice.
I follow him back to the elevator and he pushes the button that leads to the basement, but once the tiny screen which shows the floor number reaches the basement, the elevator doesn't stop. it keeps going down. I frown, not understanding what's going on, is there a secret room?
Once the doors open, he pushes me out the door and I stumble trying to regain my footing.
"If I am going to be your successor, shouldn't you treat me with a little respect?" I ask quite harshly.
"No, you must earn it." That's so old school, I think in my head.
He doesn't move from the elevator door, but I continue to walk, curious of what is on this floor. I come to a hallway with nothing but a single light bulb, flickering, providing very little light in the very dark hallway. I've never been afraid of the dark so I don't hesitate while I walk through. I hear him stop behind me and chuckle.
Suddenly, my feet get stuck in the floor. I look down and see that the ground isn't the normal marble floor, but black ooze. A hand comes out of the ooze and holds down to my feet, dragging me down faster. I grunt trying to kick the hand off but it only tightens its' hold. I look up to it with pleading eyes and it only continues to chuckle louder.
"Lesson one, always pay attention to your surroundings. Don't think twice, think ten times before you make your move." he says in a menacing tone.
"Okay okay! Lesson learned! Now get me out of this!" I beg to him.
"Lesson two and three: never beg and figure out a way without anyone's help; never depend on anyone"
I give up trying to get help from him, and look down. I'm knee deep in the ooze and I'm going down fast. I look around trying to calm myself down and find a way to escape. My eyes land on the lightbulb, only inches from my head. I quickly grab onto it with a death-like grip and I hoist myself up. i pull myself up till my calves are out of the ooze but now two hands grab both my feet and pull. I scream, frightened because i'm not strong enough to pull myself up while i'm being held down by two opponents. Just like in the past, my fear turns into anger. I let go of the light bulb and allow the hands to grab onto my waist. I start to claw at the, trying to kill them if they could be killed at all. soon, red starts to ooze from the black hands and I know I'm winning. a third hand appears and I bite down on it. I hear a screech and suddenly, the hallway turns normal again.
This is horrible. This is what terror is, not the actual events happening, but the fact that you know that something bad is going to happen to you. The anticipation, where you wait for the next thing to happen is the worst prt. it's kinda like when you take a test band you want to know your grade but you don't get it. That feeling of anger and sadness, and finally you dont care anymore. you just want it to end.
