The Deadly Escape
By: MrPuffer32 (Written Sep 5, 2015)
Some people have a knack for finding strange things. Strange things always seem to find Zane Legends.
Zane woke up, in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed, in unfamiliar clothes. He didn't know where he was or why. All he knew was he had one VERY large headache, and an equally large bruise on his head.
"So... Mister Legends, is it?" a voice said. It sounded deep and masculine.
Zane shot up from the bed, and looked around. No one was in there but him. He surveyed his surroundings.
A small bed, and a small bedside table, with a small grey lamp sitting atop it. There was also, oddly enough, a small fireplace, with a fire burning inside. There was also no food, which was rather disappointing to Zane.
"H-hello?" he called out.
"Yes, why, hello!" the voice said. It came from no particular direction, or almost coming everywhere at once!
"Oh, Sausages," Zane mumbled to himself.
He looked around again. No door, no window, nothing.
He directed his attention back at the fireplace.
Zane jumped back in fright, realizing that the fireplace had glass behind it, and behind it, he could see a man's face.
The man's face was riddled with scars, the most notable going from his left eye down to right corner of his mouth.
"Yes, hello there! How are you doing today?" the man asked, a sick smile coming onto his face.
"Why am I here? Who put me here? Where am I? What are you going to do with me?" Zane asked, the words pouring out of his mouth.
"My my, many questions! Well, let's see. You're here because I put you here, which answers questions 1 and 2. I can't answer question number 3, but for your fourth question... well, we'll just have to find out..." The man smiled again, and it wasn't pleasant.
"Oh, sausages." Zane mumbled.
The man pushed a button, and the fireplace started turning.
Oh, no. Zane thought.
It turned halfway, and the man stepped out of the gap between the fireplace and the wall. Zane saw a light in the gap, but he couldn't tell from what it was coming from.
He was wearing a trench coat, and holding a rather large knife in his hand.
"Well, time to get down to business, then, isn't it?" The man laughed, and it sent shivers down Zane's spine.
The man lunged forwards, and Zane leaped to the right, the knife missing Zane by a hair.
Zane turned and kicked towards the man's leg, making contact with his knee, and hearing a nasty crack. The man yelled out in pain, and lunged for Zane again. This time, he jumped backwards, but slammed into the bedside table, regained his balance, only to slam right into a wall. The man leapt for Zane, shoved a hand onto Zane's chest, pinning him to the wall.
"Well, time to end this game... and to think, we could've had so much fun!" The man drew the knife back, but Zane reached his hand out to his right, and grabbed the lamp on the table, and smashed it into the side of the man's face. He howled in agony, dropping his knife on the ground, clutching the side of his head.
Zane saw his chance. He jumped to the ground, grabbing the knife, and running into the hole next to the fireplace.
He looked around, and saw two pathways leading both directions. He saw a light at the end of the hallway going right, so he bolted down the passageway, knife still in hand.
He reached the next crossroads, and turned left, hearing footsteps rampaging behind him. He ran towards a door, seeing the light coming from behind the glass in the middle. He ran towards the door, and upon reaching it, grabbed the handle and shoved it open in one smooth motion, but then slid to a stop.
"Oh, sausages, I'm dead," Zane said. A gaping hole was below, no visible bottom.
He heard the footsteps behind him, and saw the hole in front, and made a split second decision. He dropped the knife, then jumped off the side, but turned and grabbed onto the ledge he was just standing on. He heard nothing. He held onto his breath, but he was slowly losing his grip. He looked up, and saw the man's face appear above him. He had a large, bloody scratch on the left side of his head.
"Did you really think you could get away? Did you really think you could escape? No one escapes ME!"
He picked Zane out of the hole, and threw him into the hallway behind him. Zane landed on his back, smacking his heading into the cold stone below him. The man picked up the knife, and headed towards him. Zane tried to get up, but he couldn't see right, and he saw the blurry shape of a man walking closer and closer.
"Time to DIE!" the man screamed. His hand slashed downwards, towards Zane's heart. Zane kicked the man's hand, and knife flew out of his hand, landing next to Zane's head. He grabbed it and stabbed wildly into the air, making contact with his attacker's leg. Zane wiped his eyes, and stood up, the man leaning against a wall, hand on his injured leg. Zane rushed forward, and kicked the man backwards. The man grunted, stumbling to not fall the deadly precipice below him. The man looked up as Zane raised his hand, and threw the knife into the man's chest. The man's eyes went wide, and his breath hitched as he fell into chasm below him.
Zane immediately turned and ran back into the passageway opposite of him, and seeing a door, he opened it. He stepped out into a city that he didn't know, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He was safe.