Opening my eyes slowly, I blinked a few times, wiggling my toes of my bare feet, so the blood can circulate better and out ease to its slight numbness. It dark and I- could breathe, It's like the oxygen, was being sucked from my lungs, this strange feeling took over me, Deja Vu, I felt like I have done this before. My eyes danced around the darkness as my hands searched around, for anything clues about where I was, it felt like I was laying down in a box. Tapping the sides that blocked me in lightly with my knuckles, the wooden rippled sound filled my ears, and I realized, I was laying in a box, a coffin. My heart began to heavily pound in my chest, I could feel it intensifying, I could hear it... But why am I hearing my heartbeat, and not just that I was hearing the gush of the blood flowing through my arteries. The short breaths I took, was to calm me down from panicking if I was buried alive I needed to find my way out because I have only five hours until I suffocate. Bracing my knees and the soul of my hands against the coffin's roof, I groaned as I pressed into it, and when that didn't work, I shifted as much as I could, twisting, until I ended up on my belly, pressing my back against the rigid top. But that didn't help, and how could it? I was buried, six feet under the soil, the worst possible scenario is who buried me here is a sicko, and they probably added cement on to keep me barred in.
Closing my eyes, I laid in the darkness, giving up, throwing in the towel. Even if I managed to get out of the coffin, how will I claw my way through the dirt, I would drown in mud before I make it out alive. Suddenly I heard something, a pounding, it sounded like another heartbeat, someone is here, someone is here to save me.
"Help!" I wailed, shaking the roof of the coffin vigorously,
"Somebody Help me!" I cried out again, but no one answered, how can they hear me? There is no way they could,
"Please," I whimpered, as the hot tears poured from the corner of my eyes, oozing down to my ears,
"Is someone out there?" I heard the distilled voice of a man inquiring,
"Yes-" my voice cracked, How did he hear me? Maybe I wasn't buried as far as I thought,
"Yes, I think someone buried me!"
"Oh my God, let me- let call the police,"
"No... Listen, there is no time. I have an hour if not less to live. I will be long dead before the police get here,"
"But I- I don't know what to do, I am just the cemetery caretaker..."
Cemetery? As in where the dead are laid to rest? Why am I here? buried in a graveyard, alive. The caretaker kept on babbling, revealing bits of information about himself I care not to know, what I need is to be free, or else this coffin will certainly serve its purpose.
"...And I don't-"
"What's your name?" I cut him off, "Tell your name,"
"It Maurice,"
"Ok, Maurice... I want you to talk to me, let my voice be your guide,"
"Alright," his voice trembled, he was scared, and I understood why, this is just as terrifying for him as it is for me.
"You have a girlfriend Maurice?"
"A wife actually, four kids and dog..."
I know I should be listening to him, but something weird was happening, as I tried to focus on helping him to find me, but his heartbeat was canceling out his voice and I could hear the pounding getting closer,
"Stop!"
"What's wrong did I do, or say something-"
"No... No, Maurice, you are doing great,"
His heartbeat was right above me.
"Ok Maurice this is what you're going to do for me, you are going to jump, repeatedly,"
"Jump? Why do I need to—"
"Just jump Maurice, we are running out of time,"
Hearing the heavy stomps, dirt trickled in my eyes, inciting me to blink rapidly,
"Good job," I coughed, "You wouldn't- happen to have a shovel with you, do you?"
"I do- it's around here, somewhere..."
"Alright, Maurice, mark the spot so you don't forget, I need you to dig me out,"
"Trust me, lady, Your grave is unique, it's not hard to miss,"
What did he mean?
"Can you please elaborate on that,"
"Whoever buried you out here was in a rush, there is no headstone." I hear his heartbeat become faint,
Why would need a headstone? I am not dead, someone is just playing a sick game with me.
"I got it," Maurice sounds almost out of breath
"Good, now you're going to start digging as fast you can," I struggled to breathe, my hour was coming to an end and I only have minutes,
Listening to metal clinging against tiny pebbles, I could hear things I shouldn't be able to, apart from the unsteady beats of Maurice's heart as he grew tired. I could hear every deep breath he took, and each time he wiped the sweat that formed on his forehead with the back of his hand, how do I know this? Is like my mind was in his mind, behind his eyes. Blinking slowly, my eyes began to closed, succumbing to its weariness.
"I am almost there, Miss, just hang in there," the shovel brushed against the casket's top,
"I am going to get you out, I promise."
Hearing lumps of dirt, falling off, I fought hard to keep breathing, even though my mouth was dry, I kept telling myself that I will live, and all I have to do is keep breathing,
"Shit," I heard Maurice mumbled, he sounded worried, something was wrong and I couldn't find the words to ask him what was it.
Repeatedly, the clings of mental clashed together, the coffin jerked a few times before it flew open. Bolting upright, I gasped for air, holding on to my chest as it rises and falls, filling my lungs with oxygen. I was right, I gazed below the box, it was shallow, which means, I wasn't buried far under, and who did this was indeed in a hurry. Little away from me, was Maurice, a big guy with curly dark hair, wearing a jersey top and jeans,
"How are you feeling?" He reached for my hand,
"I feel weak," I accepted his kind gesture, supporting him as he pulled me from the box, but my feet failed me, and I collapsed to the ground,
"I see, you're a vintage kinda girl," he lowered his eyes on me
"Leather was a thing back in the day. Grandfather still cherishes his jacket, well, what's left of it. I guess your grandmother knows how to preserve things,"
I could agree with him, but I did not understand what he is saying, so I said nothing
"I knew something was up," he added, stooping next to where I lay, stretching both of his legs forward. Sitting beside me, he pushed his slipping glasses back up his nose, continuing to stare at the coffin,
"What do you mean?"
"I thought I - dreamt it," he breathes out a cold fog, was he cold? Because I wasn't.
"Couple of nights ago I saw three men, here, in the cemetery," he spoke excitedly,
"I- I am sorry, I not following, what's wrong with three men at the cemetery? Isn't it a public place people come and go as they like to visit their loved ones, I gazed up at him,
"Yeah- half a century ago, before the cleansing,"
"Cleansing?"
"Yea, you don't know about the-" he paused,
"Aum- I am sorry, I don't believe I got your name?"
My name...
My name...
My name...
Naturally, when someone asks for your name, it's an automatic response that pops up in your head, even if you don't say it out loud, but here I am with two words chanting, in the back of my head, shouting in a unison,
"My name... I— I don't know... I don't know my name."
Gazing at him, I couldn't find thewords, I didn't know what to say... The reason why can't I remember my name, or any about my life, my family, my friends, where I live. I couldn't remember anything at all. What else can't I remember, how to tie a shoelace? No, I know how to do that, I just don't remember who taught me. It's like hit the reset button on my life and it started when woke in a casket,"I don't remember anything... I can't remember, I-""It's ok... It's ok," He rose to his feet,"Maybe it's because you were locked in a casket... Lack of oxygen can cause short term memory loss, and who knows long how you have been in there,"Looking around, I noticed something, and it has become another swirling question., How long have I been in there? The dirt Maurice had dug up, had strands of grass, will root growing deep in the chunks of dirt that laid around, Why did it have grass if I was b
Little before I entered the town, I came up to a large yard with a tiny house in the middle. The lights on the inside and outside were off, and I could hear the steady heartbeats of its occupants. There were four persons inside, Two adults, whose heartbeats were louder, and the others pounded softer, one was beating faintly but rapidly, children, a teenager, and a baby if I am not mistaken. But I was not interested in the family, I just needed their hanging clothes. The ones I have on are soaked with... blood and I- I scared of what they might do me if they find out what I am. Slipping the blouse I have on over my head, I stooped to the low pipe, rinsing it clean before wiping my body and face free of blood splatters. Unhooking a T-shirt from the line, I pulled over my head, and down my torso, straightening it out as I go. Unbuttoning my leather pants, my cheeks warmed up when I saw that I was in lace underwear, I was wondering if I dress in this, or they did... The ones who buried
Groaning, I opened my eyes,slowly, forcing them shut when I saw bright lights. Did I die and go to heaven? No,not when my intriguing journey of life was just about to begin.Pulling myself upright, I looked around, I was in the middle of a bunk bed trying to figure out where I was. It was in a moldy, it had a few cupboards to the corner. A concrete table in the middle that has monitors, radios, and a whole lot of junk stacked on top of it, and a few buckets laying around on top of what seem to be newspapers. The water stains on the raw, cracked walls were both from last night showers, and previous rains, and that's when I remembered, No, not my life before this but last night... About me versus W.I.K.D. Somehow I survive the gunshots and the fall, even though I could still hear my bones shattering into million pieces like broken glass when my back hit the pavement. It must be them, they are the ones who saved me, but why? Staring down at my bod
W.I.K.D probably already took back the file they gave Detective Binns. And seeing how I raked up an organization of such power, pulling their strings with my very existence. They could have left me to the police, let handle a common beast, but I have a feeling I wasn't just any creature, and that spooked my interest, and I am sure Binns felt the same way. He seems like a smart man, the kind of smart that will provoke his curiosity, even if it means bending the law a little, and that's the side of him I am relying on. I am sure he made a copy of that file, he couldn't have it with him, because that would be too risky, but he would want to put it in a safe place, and that would be his house, all I have to do now is find out where he lives.Darkness has come, the sun had disappeared, and I was still not in the city, I was in the long line of travelers though, posing as one of them. Al was right, my deeds last night did enough damage and police are swarming the entr
Sitting on the edge of the bed I watched them from across the room as they tried to crack the code to Binns laptop. The inside man... I mean— the inside woman and I tied him up and gagged him, which bought us enough time to make it out of the city and back to the bunker. Al on the other hand wasn't too please about it, about her revealing herself to her superior as the mold in the department. I don't know what he thought would happen, he did send her to help me get out of a situation I don't think I could have gotten out of my self, but what made him truly upset is that he no longer had eyes or ears in the city and this made him paranoid, as he should..."They will be looking all over for you Amber," he spoke lowly,"Well let them. I am done hiding who I am, pretending to be one of them... So let it go," she hissed back,Throughout our journey back, Amber and I spoke briefly, just like Al, she has refused to
I went from walking next to Al, and Amber to falling far behind, dragging my blood-splattered body along the road following two strangers on a journey to I don't know where and I am too tired to give a damn. Because I have to be honest with myself and the truth is... I would give anything to live and not go back inside of a coffin. And I feel bad somehow because a part of me knows I am using them for protection from W.I.K.D... The police, rogue werewolves... My self. I don't know them— Amber and Al, and clearly, they didn't know me either.They kept mumbling to each other, stealing glances at me as they chat. I wonder what they were talking about, I know it's about me, but the conversation looked pretty intense, perhaps a little eavesdropping would hurt anyone,"Did you know about this Al...""How would I Amber? Don't you see how shocked I am,""You are right," Amber breath out,
"What did you do to him?" Amber flared up, listening to the steady heartbeat in Al's chest"Me?" I stared at her, in shock, how dare she blame me,"You were the one who took a healthy bite out of my arm because it was you who said, this— my blood could save him,""Yes, I did. That's before I knew I know he would be resurrected from the dead!" She threw her arm up in frustration,I didn't feel like shouting, honestly, I just wanted to know if Al was going to be ok,"What's happening to him?" I whispered,"I don't magic blood," she taunted, rolling her eyes, "He is doing fine until you popped out of nowhere, bringing your drama and baggage back into our lives. In fact... How did it happen? How did Al get shot? Huh?"I blinked a few times, knowing it my fault, and if I tell her this, she would shout at me more. But I have this feeling
"Well don't expect a medal," Amber hissed, "You were the one who got him in this situation in the first place,"That's it, I thought, enough is enough."What exactly is your problem huh? Do you think you're better than me? Because you know who you are? Well, heads up... I might not know who I am but I know this, I am not a bully and arrogant little bitch who go searching for others to blame. Yes, I had a hand in Al's misfortune and I am sorry!" I let it all out, and before she could say anything, I stormed away, running into the forest. It was dark, I know it was dangerous, I could run into W.I.K.D or whatever dangers out there for me to face, but right I didn't care, I just needed to be away from Amber.Hugging a tree, I burst out in tears, pressing my forehead against the rugged bark. All I want to do is help, I thought, but things keep getting worse, Al might be blind to it but Amber sees right through my flaws. But w