Black Mirrors 3 School Daze Underground
Black Mirrors 3
School Daze Underground
Collins
never heard her scream; the collapse of the floor beneath him had been far too
loud. As he picked himself up, dusting
off flecks of rubble, he attempted to look around him but it was far too dark. Not even a moonless night was this dark. He could hear what sounded like something
scurrying around but could not decide if it was something alive or if it was
just the broken bits of the three of four floors he just fell through. To calm himself he decided to hash out his
inner thoughts as an out loud conversation with himself. Slowly he ran his fingers all along his body
in the pitch blackness. “I don’t seem to
be injured, so far not even a scratch.”
This fact troubled him because he had literally fallen several stories
and survived, a normal human would have been hurt. The sound had grown louder and it was clearly
something scurrying around the room or cave or whatever it was. “Okay there is definitely something down here
with me and its getting closer. Please
let it be anything but spiders, rats, roaches, the Taken anything even that tentacle
wielding bastard.” The sound had reached
him and with it small amounts of ambient light.
Each tiny bit of light was followed by slightly larger moving chunks of
light and as the room surged with light he realized he was in a cave filled
with broken marble columns. It reminded
him of the pictures he had seen growing up.
It looked as though he was standing in an ancient ruin in Greece but
that was across an ocean from here?! To
his horror he saw what was making the light “spiders it just had to be spiders,
but what the hell is that thing behind all of them?” A large hulking shadow was moving closer and
closer, the outline seemed human until you got past the torso!
Quickly
he scanned the area looking and hoping for a way out, then he spotted an opening
large enough for him to squeeze through and run. “I am not waiting around to find out dammit I’m
getting the hell out of here.” Once
through he notices normal brick lined walls he was back in the school or was
he? He knew they would be on him if he
stopped running so without even a direction he took off “there has to be some
stairs somewhere!” He glanced back and
took his horror four really large spiders legs were clawing at the opening and
the walls had begun to crack “come back my love the children are hungry.” The soft voice filled the air and chilled him
to the core, as he took a closer look at himself he realized he was covered in
webbing and the trail lead all the way back to the thing breaking its way in. Too make it worse the spiders were following
along it after him. The floor was so
thick with them it looked as if it was a moving conveyer belt, the likes of
which you would see in an airport.
Quickly he drew his sword hacking at the web and killing the spiders
that had reached him as he killed them the thing clawing at the wall screamed “my
babies your killing my babies” at last the wall buckled and out it stepped to
the front was the upper torso of a beautiful woman but it was attached to a
giant minivan sized spider body.
Remembering the columns he had seen it hit him who he was looking at
this was Arachne the cursed mother of all spiders but how could she be alive
that story is thousands of years old?
The Black mirrors are Pandora’s Box so how many more myths could be
factual accounts? As he took a defensive
stance sword in had he slinked back little by little until he bumped something
that felt like a door knob. Quickly he
grabbed it turned it and flung open the door behind it stood a red eyed shadow
man just slightly taller than the short blob versions this one was more human
looking in shape than they were. But
behind him was set of stairs leading up and away. He quickly rotated his whole body slashing
upward with his sword cutting through the shadow man diagonally as it dissipated
he slammed the door wedging it shut with everything he could find “it’s a good
thing that door opens inward toward the stairs that will make it harder to open.” Collins charged up the stairs as if his ass
was on fire!
The Room of Guillotines
“It’s
been a while since we had a woman of Asian descent for the ritual!” The room was filled with people shrouded in
dark cloaks. “Brothers and sisters she
is also a beautiful example of a woman.”
She knew instantly what these people were; the survivors of the cataclysm
can be divided into four groups of people: General Survivors, Collectors, the Taken
and Cultists. The Cultists are even more
dangerous than the Collectors, the Collectors seek to fight these things and
restore order their main fault is they collect survivors and force them to
fight even if they don’t want too. They
especially like gathering those with supernatural abilities for their
cause. The Cultists on the other hand
worship these dark beings as gods and offer up General Survivors as blood and
physical sacrifices Killing people and creating more Taken in an attempt to
summon more of those things through their fear.
These
a$$holes were Cultists, they must view this place like others would view a
church or shrine. “It’s no use struggling
my dear” the man holding her said as he grabbed hold and crushed one of her
breasts. As she gasped “such a lovely
voice you have” it was a woman’s voice “Can I have her eyes once we are done my
brother? I want to add them to my
collection!” “My sister that is a
wonderful idea they will make a nice addition to it. I look forward to seeing it after you have
added them.”
Her
fear began welling up in her much as it did when Collins had entered the
circular room full of doors. Unknown to
him she had seen him and was so afraid of him that her power came out. The doors opening and slamming, glass
breaking all of it had been caused by her.
Suddenly the man holding her was thrown across the room slamming into
the wall with tremendous force as his body slumped to the floor it was clear
something was off about the way his head was hanging. The impact had broken his neck. Quickly the woman who wanted her eyes pounced
on her pinning her to the ground “so you’re a poltergeist my dear, we have use
for your blood and your pain, most of all your fear!” She felt a little pinch and saw the woman
holding a syringe. It’s just a paralytic
you will be awake and feel everything we do to you but that bothersome power
will be completely restrained. Take her
to the Guillotine room do I have any volunteers to be sacrificed with her? We need her sexual energy too. Her fear began to grow she was about to be
raped and murdered. She knew what a Guillotine
was the French had made great use of them during their last revolution cutting
off many people’s heads. The true horror
did not hit her until they pulled off her shirt and bra laying her on a cold
table her left arm was strapped down and so were her legs. She was lying on her
back looking up at the blade as they locked her head in place. Just above was another circular opening, a
place to put another person’s head. The
woman leaned over and whispered into her ear “how this works my dear is here in
a few minutes that paralytic I gave you will start to wear off, we have left
your right arm free so that you may choose.
That look in your eyes tells me your question, what do you mean
choose? Your right arm will be holding
the rope attached to the blade, you can either let it go and die before he
rapes you, allow him to get on top of you and kill both of you before he rapes
you, let it go and kill both of you while he rapes you or suffer the full
ordeal and have it slip from you exhausted hand when you can hold it no longer! Don’t get any of those martyr ideas either he
dies today either way!”
The
prospect was horrifying all she could think of, was the man who tried to save
her from the fall, had he survived it. She
began wishing for him to save her begging for it in her mind over and
over. As she felt her pants being undone
and the rope being placed in her hand, the realization that her death was in
her hand sank in. Her pants were down at
her knees now and her panties had… A
door burst open and a practice sword smash mightily down bouncing the man who
was going to rape her head on the ground.
In seconds the other Cultists had been knocked down and out. It was the man she had given the crystal
too. In the excitement she lost her grip
on the rope and the blade came roaring down stopping inches from her neck he
had caught the rope just in time, using his sword he pinned it and began undoing
the restraints. Her body was still numb
but she could move a little more. As he
sat her up and handed her, her shirt and bra they both notice the room was full
of Guillotines and that it looked as if it had always been a part of the
school. Her brother’s last conversation
with her before it all ended, hit hard echoing in her mind, there had been
numerous male and female students who had gone missing and she was looking at
their fate.
It
was a struggle but she managed to get her clothes back in order. Collins quickly removed his sword and the
blade sliced the air and hit the bottom with a disturbing thud. Within that sound both of them saw the
tortures that had been inflicted the deaths and the sorrow for a brief moment it
was as if they had been there. As he stumbled
she caught him but both of them still hit the ground she was still too numb to
support him, “you saw it too?” He
whispered as he lifted both of them up.
He had read of this ability in the archives it was called scrying. He knew they had to get out of there before
that thing in the basement got loose. “We
have to run! Something I can’t describe
is right behind us down stairs its pissed and it will break through eventually.” The building began to shake and a voice
boomed “you killed my babies my children, you will pay… human you will pay!”
The building was shaking, shuddering as if something was clawing up through it. It was then he noticed there were spiders
everywhere watching them, he spotted one crawling out of the ear of the Cultist
he had smashed to the ground… were the spiders controlling them, were they
another manifestation out of the black mirrors?
The shaking had gotten worse and his new friend was still too numb to
walk so running was out of the question.
He sheathed his sword and picked her up running toward the fading light
of the sun, it glimmered through a window without a thought he jumped and
kicked through it. All the way down the
hallway he had seen spider after spider with their eight eyes tracking his
movements. Fortunately for both of them
his guess they were at ground level had been spot on.
Jeff
and Coralline came charging up to him, before he could catch his breath he felt
something crawling on his head he swiped his hands clawing at his head as a
large spider hit the ground “f#$king spider bastards” he yelled as he jumped up
and down on it squishing it thoroughly. “Explain
yourself son” Collins had been so shaken by the spiders he had completely
forgotten he had a gun, “never mind Jeff we need to run before it gets here!” “Run from…”
Before he could finish the sentence the backup group they were supposed
to be part of arrived “none of you are going anywhere your little conspiracy is
over Jeff. Coralline and your little
golden boy are coming with us and so is she!”
The building erupted spiders like a volcano and as its façade faded
there she was in all of her spider glory, Arachne mother of all spiders had
broken through to the surface. In the
confusion she created Collins picked up the girl and began to run, Jeff and
Coralline were not far behind them two shots rang out and he turned and saw
both of them fall. Just as the shooter
had him in his sights Arachne struck taking the shooter’s head off. Jeff and Coralline were still alive but
bleeding badly the guy was a damn good shot “Collins I am so sorry for dragging
you into this” Jeff gurgled “take my sword and my gun and run!” Coralline was in a similar state “take this
please it runs on its own power source and links to a network I made separate from
the Black Mirrors it contains our full story and archives.” The screen began to blink “that means the Electromagnetic
field is fluctuating an etherial shift is eminent you two need to run.” Finally, the paralytic had run its course and
she could stand under her own power, she reached for Collins hand and lifted
him up “shall we then” she smiled. Her
smile was like the light of a thousand suns illuminating this darkened world.
As
they ran away Jeff Crawled over to Coralline grasping her hand “do you think
they will make it?” “We’ve done all we
can Jeff!” They were now surrounded by
red eyed shadows that were closing in but something else was with them a girl
with elegant elongated features, pale skin and long dark hair and holding her
hand was a very unassuming young man. As
they walked toward them the shadows vanished “my name is Hecate my father Death
has sent me to claim the two of you!” Her
voice shook the air and rattled the ground as the world grew cold and vanished.
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