Prologue

(Silent hill inspiration)

All he could hear was the alarm ricocheting around the walls of his head, only seemed to get louder the longer he ran down the long corridors he turns into. His vision occasionally goes to haze as his injuries get jostled about as he ran, his muscles cramping and burning from not stopping, they screamed for relief. But he had to keep running. He couldn't stop, not yet.

The alarm, though it was bouncing around his head, it still sounded as if it was getting louder and closer by second. But He couldn't stop, or he'd be overwhelmed by the monsters behind him. He looks over his shoulders at the sound, all he sees is black, brown & blood-red mass racing after him. The screams and yells of these creatures was ear-piercing and was the fuel to make his body go faster and further away from them.

Bellamy ran, he didn't know where to, but corridors are the only thing he sees for miles, and the corner he turns down are the same. He turns down another several corridors, this horrifying maze didn't end. Bellamy silently hoped that the siren would come and end this so-called 'nightmare.'

He kept running, turning down multiple different corridors, each turn was just no exits in sight, just more walls, more floors, and just more endless hallways. All he could here were the alarm and the screaming of the monsters behind him. The loud beeping wasn't loud enough to block out their screaming. But it was what kept him going, if not then he had stopped and was at the mercy of the monsters behind him.

After turning yet another corner, he kept running. Suddenly, there was a much louder scream somewhere by him. Bellamy got the courage to look over his shoulder, only to see the giant mass of creatures have stopped, but that didn't stop him front continuing, though his gut yelled at him to stop. If they were scared enough to stop, then that doesn't mean I should stop just yet. Not when he doesn't know when the scream has come from, nor would he want to, but if it was more than enough to make them stop, then he should be grateful. Thought alone was enough to slow his pace down a bit.

Turning yet another corner but then was almost immediately was stopped to a halt, eyes laid upon a creature hidden In the shadows, the one corridor that was hidden from whatever light that was illuminating the surrounding area. The creature had his back towards Bellamy but must have heard him because they squawked and started to twitch and squirmed about, It screeched loudly as it fully turned around.

He ran past it the moment it started to move out of complete control, squirming and squawking loudly. He hid in a random corridor down the hall, out of the sight of the creature. There was a loud bloody murder screech was heard from the direction he just ran from. Bell started to run away from his hiding spot, down the corridor ahead of him.

Suddenly, there was a dark shadow dashed in front of him. While he tried to stop from his running, his feet were slipping on the rotting, and decaying floor, the slim from the rot prevented his attempts. He crashed painfully to the ground, banging his head, dazing him. A few moments pasted by as he tried to refocus his sight together again as there was a louder ringing in his ears as pain burst through his head. Looking at the thing in front of him, shock hit him like a train.

Mutilation...

What Bellamy seen was a mutilated man, chains dangling from his arms, enveloped in his arms as dried blood covered the chains. His head was bandaged, his mouth bring the only thing left unwrapped. It was wearing a guard outfit, which was completely in shreds and destroyed, open tears and gashes littered the body from head to toe, the left sleeve was torn off. Dry blood littered the ruined clothing, he looked as if he was attacked by a wild animal. His hand holding something was holding something secluded from Bellamy, where he couldn't see from where he was laying from the ground.

When he reached out, Bellamy woke to a weight falling on his chest, out of fear, he jumped up into a sitting position, sweating profusely, a trail visibly going down his face as he looks at what fallen on him. Seeing Blue Bell eyes staring back at him. Bellamy calmed a bit as he realized it was his sister Claudia.

The 16-year old snapped her brother out of his sleep induced state, shaking him a bit, "Bellamy! Come on! We're going to be late!" she says, dramatically threw her arm up to her head as she fell, her back meeting his legs, and she exclaims: "Bellamy!"

When he still didn't move, she got off her brother and pushed him; "Come on, you big lug!" she said as her smile became a grin. That was enough to make him get up and out of bed.

"Okay, okay" He said as he stretched his body out of its kinks and cramps from his back. Claudia watched him from the doorway, smiling gently but there was a mystery undertone to her smile that bellamy couldnt quite place. But he shrugged it off to just his sister being herself and started to the closet.

"So...." he heard Claudia start, he turns to her, his hoodie in his hands. Answering back with a "Yes?" There was a bit of a pause before she said anything, her face contorts in a way it could be considered to be concern or confusion. She stutters but then quickly stops, "No never mind, I forgot, maybe ill remember later! Good morning!" and with that she leaves Bellamy's room in such a way he doesn't get a chance to say anything before she closes her door to her room.

"That was weird... I'll ask her later what that was all about" Bellamy thinks out loud to no one in particular. Walking towards the door, as the memories of the horrible nightmare flashes slowly through my head, as they the memories came back faster, the dizzier I felt. Gripping his dresser tightly, his legs felt heavier, his body felt light, and his muscles felt as if they were going to give up on him. The wave subsided a little, and he was finally able to stand good enough to walk to the door, the clothes in hands

What else is going to be like this..