Cold seeping into my skin.
That's all I felt.
For days, maybe weeks, I was locked in that little room. I knew
it was a small room, for I had crawled around in the dark,
feeling along the floor until I hit a wall, and turning around
to do the same on the other side.
I don't know where I am, but it's damp and cold. Somewhere
north, probably, and underground. All I knew was the room and
that darkness and that cold.
And the hunger. My stomach panged with hunger if I let my mind
wander for even a second. Whoever had me here obviously didn't
care about keeping me alive. They'd given me a bottle of water
each morning (or night, I'm not quite sure), probably so I
wouldn't die quite yet.
Whatever the reason, I knew I needed food soon or my stomach
would start eating itself. Literally. That's what it does. The
stomach acid doesn't have anything to dissolve so it starts
dissolving the stomach itself. Pretty weird, huh?
I wish I knew how long I'd been here. I don't even remember how
I got here. Or when. The last thing I remember was walking back
home from my friend's party...
I must have passed out, because next thing I heard was the door
slowly creaking open on it's rusty metal hinges and light
spilling in. I threw my arm over my eyes to block the light.
After a few seconds I was able to lower my arms and squint at
the man sillhoutted in the doorway.
He was slender and tall, with pale-ish skin and the stance of
one who had practice at towering over others. He held out one
of his slender, beautiful hands and I cautiously took it.
Slowly, shakily, I stood up to face the man.
He was several inches taller than me, so I had to look up to
look directly at him. It wasn't the same man that brought me
water, I knew that. I wasn't scared of this man. There was
something... Comforting about him.
He tilted my chin up so I was looking at his face. His perfect
blonde hair framed his face. And the most beautiful, shocking
blue eyes looked back at me. The colour took my breath away
isntantly, like all of a sudden I couldn't breathe.
"I'm Caden." The man said. He sounded about 18 or 19, not much
older than myself.
"Alan." I said, my voice raspy from disuse.
"Come with me. I have to get you cleaned up." Caden said,
turning abruptly on his heel, letting my hand drop away from
his. He began walking down the hall outside of the door. "Hurry
up. If you fall behind you'll get lost, and we wouldn't want
that would we?" He said, looking over his shoulder at me.
I scrambled to follow closely behind him, still a bit
disoriented from the sudden change from complete dark to the
bright, buzzing lightbulbs hanging overhead.
Caden stopped at a steel door at the end of the hall and
unlocked it with a big, old-fashioned key hanging on a keyring
with about a dozen more of all different shapes and sizes.
Behind the door was a staircase that, presumedly, led to the
He held the door open for me and followed behind and closing
the door, shutting us in the darkness. Slowly, I ascended...