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into the sky, my pulse racing and my heart banging like a drum, the dead trees hanging over me like witches in the night. Suddenly, I hear movement; something grinding, like stone. I look around me, but I see nothing, nothing living at least. I approach my statue, curious and drawn to it as if it looks into my soul, staring into its featureless eyes trying to see its thoughts.
Suddenly, it moves, its head leaning towards mine; I fall back in fright, watching as it steps from its pedestal, angrily stomping through the dead glass towards me, flipping my casket into the air. It leans over me, my soul terrified, and my heart pounding in fear. I shut my eyes as it looms in close, I can feel it next to my face, its breath as cold as ice. Suddenly, it speaks.
“Play the game, Alex!” its voice growls without moving its stone lips. Suddenly I open my eyes and I am back in the darkness, the weightlessness, the emotions, now gone again; I have no body, and my thoughts are dying again. I scream but no sound comes from my mouth, I can feel myself falling, back into the void, the abyss, the darkness.
Chapter Six: Resurrection
July 31, 2012: Three Months Later
Alex’s eyes suddenly opened, the whites and the colours of her iris’s gone, replaced with lifeless eyes and black mirrored lenses; cold, bleak and emotionless. Her face was streaked in dirt and black tide marks, her eyes blackened in thick running mascara and grime. Her hair was profuse and dark, matted in mud and rain; slopping heavily over her shoulders and down her back as it sent shivers down her spine.
She looked down at her body and saw a tar like textured body suit which appeared to be stapled and hooked to her flesh. It seemed to look like an all in one cat suit but with high cut legs and arms, moving and rippling like oil at the slightest touch. She gently ran her hand over its smooth, almost latex feel and it purred like a cat, her mind suddenly full of whispers and inaudible chatter.
She held out her hands and looked at her feet; her skin was as white as snow, full of scared tissue and smeared in blood and dirt. The nails on her hands and feet were varnished black and chewed down, the tips were red raw and full of splinters of wood and bone extruded painfully. Her tiny frame ached like never before and her limbs were sore, her muscles throbbed and she could hardly stand as she held her arms merely swaying in the rain. Her mind was totally blank, devoid of thought through severe shock; her teeth chattering as the weather battered her scarred pale skin.
She turned her head looking around slowly at the surroundings, the rain beating around her as the strange red sky bleached every surface with a red dull light. The wind whipped the rain around her ferociously and without mercy, the distance shrouded in an unknown and un-adventured darkness.
At her feet an empty grave slowly filling with muddy water, its sides gradually falling away and huge lumps of clay slid down the sides and vanished into the wet darkness. The coffin was smashed and rotten with claw marks on the lid, the fine silk inlay ripped, soaked and ruined; slowly it sat at the bottom the hole as it little by little, disappeared in water and filth.
All around the graveyard hundreds of bright red paper lanterns floated without actually drifting anywhere, almost as if they had an invisible anchor holding them still; their long black tassels blowing in the wind and their candlelight flickering as the rain beat down. Trees reached up into the sky, branches baron and bare, their skeletal frames casting long creepy shadows around the meek horizon. Tall stone pillars that stood around twenty feet high were littered sparingly around, their surfaces covered and embedded with skulls, mortified and frozen with horror. Chains and creaking rope hung from the trees and went from branch to branch, silhouetted against the red sky as they cast long frightful shadows over the cemetery.
She glared back into the hole as
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