M2-Part V

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The pace of the footsteps didn't seem to increase, but then, every step it made sounded like it was getting closer. Henry and Chris, on the other hand, were on the race of their lives. They had made it past 4 bookshelves and had 2 more to go before they reached the exit door when Chris tripped; his weight dragged Henry to the floor. Chris gasped profusely as he tried picking himself from the ground, one hand on the floor and the other on his knee, Henry had bruised his arm which had blood trickling down it.

"You wanted answers? You'll have to see for yourselves," the raspy male voice sounded again from the darkness, this time it was very much audible-and close.

"Please, please, don't hurt us." Chris said as the tears finally broke off, trickling down his chubby cheeks. It sounded useless considering that he spoke to no one visible-just the darkness in the library, and the voice sounded very determined.


A figure appeared from within the darkness. It was him; it was the same man from the other night, from Chris' dream, something that had wandered off the abyss of eternity, it was more like meeting the Devil up close and personal.

Henry's breath was coming faster now, his heart was in his mouth and the hairs on his arms tingled with shock and fear as he crawled away from the figure which was now approaching them. There seemed to be an object in the figure's hand which made a screech on the floor as I was dragged along. It walked slowly, head facing the floor as it came closer.

"Please...please mister just let us go, I swear no one would know," Chris pleaded in tears as he came to a stop behind one of the shelves, it was like a dead end for him and only one option remained: Face the Devil. Henry couldn't talk, he found it hard to talk, with his body shock solid and fear trapped in his throat. The figure was now very much within range, it gave a life threatening look at Henry who was on the floor. Chris who had managed to get off the floor stood a distance away, moisture spotted the back of his neck and his trembling lips quivered with fear.

The figure's eyes peered through the darkness and into Henry's eye, revealing his patent urge to scream... They were pale, colorless and evil, that vile look told so much about how sinful his nature was. Henry only looked at him, frozen and afraid of what was next to come as he held his breath. The figure wielded the object in his hand before trying to strike Henry but the blades of a crowbar thwacked the spot where he rolled off from. There was another attempt to take a hit at Henry but he muddled through, the blade sticking into a side of his shirt.

He managed to get back on his feet and raced towards Chris who had spent the last few minutes fumbling with the door's handle as he tried unlocking it, his heart, as restless as a caged bird. The locks finally opened, they dashed out of the library, slamming the doors so hard that the force made chunks of stone fall off the roof of the stairway which obviously hadn't been used in a while considering how dusty the railings were. The two friends raced down the stairs like chicks fleeing from a Hawk-except, of course, their case definitely felt worse than that.

The stairs led to some sort of tunneled basement which was poorly lit, smelt pretty old and filled with cobwebs; on either sides were loads of old stuff probably dumped there during last year's renovation waiting to be reused. They jogged their way through, totally exhausted, Chris was breathing heavily as he tried to carry his 80kg fat-filled body.

"Slow...slow down man!" He was gasping for air as he stopped, resting his trembling hands on his knees. Henry stopped too, he breathed heavily as salty sweat trickled down the side of his face, rolling into the corner of his lips. He rested on one side of the tunnel, his sight blurred, mixed with dust and cobwebs and his state of mind was far from idyll.

"What...was...that?" Henry asked. The words were hard to speak as his chest rose and fell rapidly; he leaned backwards to one side of the wall with his face turned upwards.

"That," Chris replied, pointing back at the vagueness behind, "was the devil's puppet." He shrieked very loudly, pushing a trolley filled with junk over as he felt something on his hands; a rat squealed as it dropped off Chris' swinging hands.

"You okay?" Henry asked .There was silence. The same void feeling came over them again, he was close and there was no denying it. A cold blast of air swept past them, raising dust in the air.

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