Chapter 59: Spirit and amusement

Everything went dark. Owen felt wind blowing through his hair. His hair bobbed and danced with the wind as it picked up. Something cold hit his cheek as he then opened his eyes. His face became full cold water droplets. BAM! Lightning and thunder roared as Owen found that he was falling. He threw his arms out as though to prevent the ground below from being hurled at him. He tried twisting his body, but no use. He found himself falling ever closer to the ground below. The ground inching it's way toward him with every passing millisecond. He braced for his inevitable impact with the ground, when a halt. He was then hurled backwards back into the heavens where he came. Unable to control his situation, Owen tried reaching his hands out and found that something was attached to them. Wrapped around his wrists looked like a long piece of gauze the went from his wrist to the heavens. The gauze spread apart so that Owen was just hanging by his wrists.

Owen's heart was racing. In fear of what was next to come, he gazed at his surroundings. It was dark, stormy and raining, all he could see was a shape of what looked as though it was an amusement park. The gauze slowly lowered him to the ground. Once he landed, Owen took notice of the giant fountain. It looked like it was flowing with black slug, almost as if it was tar. His surroundings didn't smell like it though. The scent of death and decay seem to riddle the air with its fumes. He heard a voice beckon him.

"Seek me out," The voice said.

Owen has recognized this voice before. A red tower seemed to have sat in the middle of the amusement park. It towered over the gross and disgusting park. Owen gazed up at the top, for there, on the top of the tower, was a man. He jumped and seemed to have flown though the air the thunder roared as the man jumped. The man touched the ground before Owen. As he did so, the rain and wind stopped. The lighting and thunder stopped its shouting and roaring from the heavens. The man seemed to have blue gauze wrapped around his neck, almost like a scarf. The man seemed to have a light blue chest plate with silver shoulder plates. The man looked to be about six feet tall. He towered over Owen. His hair seemed to be feathered to the man's scalp with the exception of four spikes protruding from the man's head. Two spikes on each side of his head. His hair was dark brown. His eyes were dark blue, like the depths of a dark ocean. The man stared at Owen.

"W-who are you?," Owen asked.

"You do not recognize me?," the man said in a deep voice that seemed to echo through the empty amusement park.

"You were from my dream...but...what do you want. What are you...?," Owen asked.

"I am an angelic spirit, child. I have come because I am destined to make a contract with you," The spirit said.

"A contract?," Owen asked.

"But you must prove yourself worthy," the spirit said.

"How do I do that?," Owen asked.

"By finding your way to the center of this dreadful place," the spirit explained.

"That's all?,"Owen said.

"But it won't be easy. You cannot call on your blade and have no magic here. So, you have no defense, but there are creatures here that want to spill your blood and feast of your rotting carcass...,"The spirit said.

Owen swallowed hard at the notion of creatures at this park. The sky surrounding it was already dark. On top of that, a spirit was speaking with him. He just stood in awe of the thought of it.

"Come find me before they kill you...and I will be impressed. Only then you shall get to use my angelic power and know who I really am," the spirit said.

"A-angelic...power?,"Owen asked.

The spirit just nodded and jumped into the air. He did the biggest backflip only to return to the top of the tower. Owen thought for a second.

"I need to get to that tower...that's where he will be, but how do I get there...?," Owen said.

He looked at the te pavement leading deeper into the park to his right. The pavement winded to the left, deeper into the park. The plants that surrounded the path were all wilted and dead. Owen started down the path. Every so often a light above the path would flicker and flash a bit. As he started to walk, he noticed the path ahead was pitch black. No lights were on. This made him think back to what the spirit had said.

"I dont think I would have time to go through there...I have nothing to protect me and who knows what could be lurking in there...," Owen thought to himself aloud.

He stopped and looked back towards the fountain. He saw that there was only one way to go and it was the path he was on. He turned back to the darkened path and sighed. Owen knew that this was the only way he could go. He sighed and walked in. Trudging his way through the darkness, He drew farther and farther away from the source of light. Every step that Owen took was even more distancing than the one before as delve deep into the dark abyss that held no light. He stumbled a bit in the dark trying to find where he was going.

He kept his eye on the lit up tower in the center of this amusement park that held the spirit, gazing down upon him from the top of its summit. The was no light and it was quiet. The silence was overwhelming and unsettling to the point where it was downright intolerable. There were different shapes and figures passing him as he walked. The different buildings that he passed by were too dark to see its entrance. All that could be seen is the silouhett of unknown buildings.

Owen's insides became restless as every hair follicle on his back seemed to stand. His heart was pumping in fear of what exactly could be lurking in the dark and silence of the park. What malevolent force would want to feast on his corpse?

Ahead, in the distance, a light. The moment Owen saw the glistening sight of safety he started sprinting up to the light. In all his desperation of walking through the pitch black abyss, he finally found it. It was as though the light was beckoning him in to its warm and safe embrace. There it was, Owen was almost home free when he tripped. His body slid into the lighted area as he braced himself. Relief washed over him as he lay on the ground. A smile grew on his face as he closed his eyes and assured his victory through the dark abyss.

Owen stood himself up from the ground and and gazed at his surroundings. It looks like he was in front of some torn down concession stands. It looked as though they used to sell hot dogs, because of the fact that the awning above the counter is red, white and yellow, as well as there seemed like there was half a picture of a hot dog taped on the wall next to it.

To his left, there seemed to be an entrance to a ride. It was blocked off and dark. Owen went up to the entrance. Off in the distance, he can hear the chattering of chains in the calm wind as it blew through the park. All seemed to be calm and quiet. He turned and realized that something stand out to him that he hadn't noticed before. A body lay on the ground between him and the hot dog stand. It looked to be a man wrapped in gauze laying facedown on the ground. The body's hand seemed to be shriveled as though it would blow to dust in the wind.

Could this be a victim of this creature in here? Owen wondered this as he walking closer to it. He stared at the man laying lifeless on the ground. He put his hand on its shoulder and pulled it to try and turn the man. A growl can be heard as he turned him. Owen realized this was no normal man. The man's face was wrapped in gauze, except for his mouth. The man's mouth was open and inside were a row of spikes sharp teeth looked as though they were filed with a rusty nail file.

It lunged forward and grabbed on to Owen's shoulder, clasping it with the jaws of its hand. It growled and screamed at Owen, when the pitch black areas finally lit up with light. To Owen's horror, he found that there were these bodies everywhere. Each one of them started rising from their place. Men and women bodies standing, dragging their gauze that covered each of their faces on the floor.

Owen squirmed and finally broke free of this creatures grasp. Owen seemed surrounded as they were closing in.

Owen stood their in shock of what was to come. He was frozen with fear, for it had a grasp over him in that instance. The chains of fear wrapped around him, holding him prisoner. Owen could not move. He could not breath. He just sat and watched as they were closing in.

A voice came to him, as though it was an act of pure light. It came to him like a whisper: "Be brave, young one". This made Owen think back to his mother. How she would always dry his tears and tell him to be strong and not to cry.

He felt the sweat stream down his face as he closed his eyes. 'I can do this' he thought.

Upon opening his eyes, he made no haste. He ran into the entrance of the ride and found it. A chain that was hooked on a loop in the ride line. He grasped it and gave it a tug. The more he pulled, the more he started to realize that it would not budge. The creatures of this dark world closing in as he then carefully removed the hook from its loop.

He wrapped the chain around his right arm and hooked it so it wouldn't fall off. He swung the mighty chain at the board, causing some of the heads in the front to fly off their frail bodies. The decapitated bodies then fell, bleeding on the ground.

The swing chain wrapped around Owen's body and struck his leg. He put his hand on his hurt leg that was stung by the chain's force. Owen then wrapped the chain around his arm more to shorten its length. He tried again, wiping out more. Owen smiled and gazed at the chain.

"Sweet," Owen said