Dawn penetrated the tiny cell window shining onto the single pallet bed that sat against one of the four walls where Sarah had been living for the two years she had been in Marlyland Mental Institute. The sun was the only thing that signified hope for anyone stuck in this dreadful place. Its a shame however that for Sarah all the sun signified now was a countdown before hell plagued her dreams again for another night.
She sat hunched over at the table, adjacent to her pitiful excuse for a bed, pen frantically moving. Taking notes again. Every morning she would take notes not just of what plagued her dreams that night but also would depict the various Latin phrases and strange diagrams that would fill both her mind and also the walls. Finally she finished her notes for the night and sighed. Why did this all have to happen to her? What did all of this mean? She stared at the wall in front of her, her hands cradling her head. The white wall seemed so pure so unblemished, it was almost taunting her as if to drive another stake into what was left of her sanity. Sarah sighed and slowly dragged herself to the far corner of her cell to wash, even though it was just across the cell each step seemed to take an hour, her slippered feet dragging against the concrete floor.
The water slowly flowed from the sink with an almost arthritic quality, the pipes rattled and banged frequently and in Sarah's point of view seemed not to want to work. None the less she washed her face and looked at herself in the safety mirror that hung from her wall. Two years ago her face would have been much more alive, the face that stared back at Sarah almost seemed not to be hers. The gaunt features, the sunken eyes and most disturbing of all, her skin, which had more of the qualities of leather that had been over stretched, it seemed to hang off of her body, making her seem like she was dissolving slowly, soon to become nothing at all besides a pile of asylum clothing.
She waited, sat hunched on her bed, waiting patiently. Waiting for scrape of steel upon steel and her cell door to open. She always waited for that sound, but it never came. The days dragged on into weeks and weeks bled into months. The endless cycle of day and night meant nothing to Sarah anymore. What was left of her life had become a meaningless cycle of waking and sleep only interrupted by food being thrust through her door often causing the reaction disturbingly similar to one of Pavlovs dogs. Suddenly a scrape. A clang. Food shot through a small hole in the top of the door. Before the warders hand could withdraw, Sarah was there. Her hands scooping the food into her mouth like some kind of feral animal. She stopped her hands shaking, a sudden realisation washed over Sarah like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over her. Sarah's body started to shake uncontrollably, her system fighting against itself, trying to stabilise and failing. Blackness began to envelop Sarah her body shutting down to protect itself form further harm she spasmed violently then the blackness took its hold over Sarah. She crashed lying face up next to the tranquilliser filled food that only moments before she had been eating like a starving rabid wolf.
When her eyes opened again, the world seemed different from before, quickly she realised she wasn't in her cell and her brain, having been conditioned to enjoy the sterility of the cell found itself having to deal with what was now around her. She looked around not quite knowing what to make of her situation, it seemed she was standing on a mountain top looking out at a tranquil ocean, this scene calmed Sarah slightly. It was nice to feel at peace, she thought. However as these things always do, the tranquil cliff top scene didn't last long. The ground started to crumble beneath her feet, Sarah turned to run, but by the time she had turned, it was already too late. The ground beneath her feet very quickly crumbled away. She fell, she fell for what seemed like forever, constantly falling until finally she stopped. Sarah looked around, it seemed as if she was suspended in nothing, just darkness all around her. She didn't understand what was happening, why had her idilic scene dissolved into this? What was happening? Was this a dream? Or was she still stuck in the same reality that she was constantly and perpetually plagued by?
She didnt know how long she had been floating for it seemed like months or years before something finally happened, although in hindsight Sarah wished it hadn't. She started moving slowly at first and the darkness slowly subsided into a dimly lit room. Even though the room was dimly lit the sudden influx of light stung Sarah's retinas causing her eyes to automatically clench tight against the sudden invasion of light. A few minutes later her eyes adjusted to the dim light, at first nothing seemed to be out of the normal, until she began to look closer at her surroundings. The walls seemingly made of stone looked on closer inspection were made of bone. Human bones. Sarah dry heaved when she noticed this, the light came from candles which were suspended in pig skulls, there eyes casting an eerie glow around the room. Sarah was terrified, she didn't know how she had got here nor did she know how she was to get out. She took her first tentative steps around the room, not knowing what was going to happen next. Something caught her eye on the wall the other side of the room from where she was. As Sarah stepped cautiously around the room, her eyes flicking around in their sockets looking for what might happen, where anything could jump out and scare here. This was her conditioning at work even if Sarah tried to stop herself checking for threats, she couldn't have, since life had become a cavalcade of pain for her, she had no choice but to live in fear.
It took Sarah about 15 minutes to be satisfied the room was safe while crossing the space between where she had stood and the wall opposite a mere 120 feet away. When she finally saw the runes carved into the bone wall her gut wrenched, these rough hewn runes were almost talking to her, they seemed to have a pulse almost a heartbeat. More over these arcane runes, seemed to speak to her. The sudden realisation hit her when her brain realised that it had indeed seen these runes before, she had dreamt them, and not just in a dream had these appeared Sarah had notes on them in one of the books in her cell. With all her heart she could be back in her cell to try and make sense of all this.
Even though she wished with all her might to get out of this nightmare she didn't return to the four white walls that had become her sanctuary. Sarah was confused her brain was starting to stop working, her eyes began to defocus. Sarah fell backwards. She hit the floor with a thud her eyes snapped back into focus and she was left, staring at the bone walls, pain rushing through her lower back and thighs. Sarah blearily looked around her head began to rush a little, she felt woozy. Her eyes were suddenly drawn back to the runes, why did they make so much sense to her? From her vaguely seated position she began to read the runes, translating them from whatever language they were written in into english.
"Upon this room of broken bones," she began to read aloud "the
new world order shall arise, the lives of humanity shall be
sacrificed and we shall rule the world anew." As she said this
the runes began to light up with a dark unnatural glow, when the
last rune began to glow the walls started spinning, until the
glowing runes seemed like one long dark orange line. Suddenly
the floor when Sarah was sat began to glow along with the
spinning walls. Then she saw it. The summoning circle from last
nights dream. It had appeared on the floor, from no-where.
there were no grooves on the floor beforehand, Sarah would have
noticed. What the hell was going on? Sarah's mind screamed but
Sarah stayed mute, incapable of making any noise as if her vocal
chords had been welded together. Then it appeared. A dark
shadowy figure began to form in the middle of the circle. It was
about 6 feet tall of a slim build. The room suddenly stopped
spinning with an audible CLUNK. The figure looked up at and
around at his surroundings,
"At last I am free" the figure yelled dark red eyes appearing in what was its head.
"What in the ...." Sarah murmured her voice shaking with each word
"Ah, there you are," the figure said inquisitively his eyes fixed upon Sarah
"What..." Sarah's voice slightly firmer than before
"I must thank you young lady, for you are the one who's freed me to rain destruction upon this earth."
"What do you mean?" Sarah asked fear leaving her voice entirely to only be replaced with an inquisitive tone.
"Well young lady," the shadow figure continued his voice thick with malice "You uttered the incantation you must know who I am to release me" Sarah shook her head, it was all she could do the rest of her body felt like it was trapped within a block of ice. The figure looked at her with what could only be described as mirth.
"Well thats interesting," the figure caterwauled "I am Cornelius Destoramus, Harbinger of Pain and Pestilence, and you my dear are going to help me with my quest to rain down death and destruction on this world."
Suddenly the world went black.