Role

Chapter 1

Your eyes feel empty, enraptured by the all consuming miasma of darkness
that fills these putrid corridors offering only the respite of silence.
This is the quiet place where the repugnant vestiges of life intermingle
with the stillness of death, flowing gently about your submerged flesh
imparting the sickly sweet fragance of stagnation to your senses.

Their eyes can not reach you here, within these catacombs of refuse.
Scouring your very soul the foregone conclusion of your afflicted nature,
there is no kinship, you are unlike them. Born of misfortune and of cruel
intentions as if punishment from the gods themselves you will pilfer no
produce "Urchin", or so they say.

A deafening echo shatters the solace you had found here, dim flickering
light filters in from around the bend and your heart falls silent as it
draws ever closer. Paralysis grips ever fiber of your being as sinewy
limbs envelope your form, dragging you into the rancid recesses of the dark.

The light passes and the hand that had held your breath loosens but does
not retract, grasping onto you clinging desperately for warmth and a
calm washes over you. Your eyes begin the adjust once again as the broken
remains of a man stables himself using you as a crutch. His skin drab, his
eyes flourescent. An unsettling warmth soaks through your clothes. Blood,
his blood, it flows freely onto you from his exposed intestines you find
yourself reflexively scooping back into their owner, to his reluctant comfort.

Continued in part two