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It was a dark night. The moon was covered by dark rain clouds when Bryan woke up. The room was cold and damp; he could smell the dampness on the walls. He couldn’t see anything. He felt pain but didn’t want to find out what it was. He felt around. He knew he was naked but he had no idea where he was. He felt softness underneath him. He was on a bed; there was no mistake of it. He reached for the side of the bed. He knew he had to get away, this thing was not about to play games. He would get killed if he doesn’t hurry. He brushed his long dark fringe out of his eyes and slowly got up without making a sound. It was his first year in Boy High and now he already wants to go back home. The stone floor felt could underneath his feet. His legs felt numb and the coldness of the air made his body shiver. Trying to see in front of him with his brown eyes seemed impossible but yet he had some feeling to where the exit was. He walked into something that made a horrible racket. He fell down. He had walked into an old metal bookshelf. In fear he lay in silence wishing and hoping that ‘it’ didn’t hear the noise. He lay for a few minutes on the cold floor holding his hands against his thumbing chest. At first he thought this was a prank but now he knew it was real and it was too late to go back. With his aching bruised body he struggled back onto his feet in complete silence. The door opened. Fear shot through his body, he paused, unable to move. He did not want to die now, not here; he’s too young to die! The door closed. ‘It’ was in the room now; there was no doubt about it. Tears filled his burning eyes as he panicked and looked around in fear. He heard footsteps; ‘it’ was approaching the bed. He knew he had to make haste. He quickly moved his feet taking small steps, he moved without making a sound. He felt before him afraid to bump into something. It stopped walking and it became completely silent. Tears couldn’t stop rolling from his eyes, he didn’t want to die. He heard it move again. The sound of the razor sharp katana being drawn made his body shiver even more, his lips also shivered. The coldness was of little concern to him now all he had on his mind was to escape. He heard it; it was coming his way first with slow steps, then faster, and faster now it was almost at a running pace. He couldn’t keep the anxiety inside his cold body anymore. He screamed. ‘It’ became silent again. There was no sound, he stopped moving and cried with his hands over his nose and mouth. His lips had already turned blue of the cold. He could feel he was in between something now but he wasn’t sure what. The door opened and closed again. Relief came over his aching tired body. He felt around him. It was more mettle shelves. The shelves were even colder than his freezing fingers. He moved again still trembling because ‘it’ could come back any minute. Taking small steps again he moved. He walked through something wet and slippery, he wanted to stop walking but it was too late, he slipped and fell. The door opened. As he struggled to his feet he slipped again and fell. The brown paint started covering his body as he continually fell down into it. He started crying as he heard it approach him.

“No, please… please…” he cried trying to get up again and again. He heard the blade being sharpened as ‘it approached him.
“No…No…No…Please…I beg of you…No…” he begged crying, he finally got up. ‘It’ was nearly at him now. He ran without thinking where he was going to. He knew he was rapidly getting further and further away from ‘it’ now but his feet was still slippery of the wet paint. He fell against the stone wall and struggled up as fats as he could. There was complete silence. Whether ‘it’ left or not he did not know. He stood there in silence his legs trembling, until ten minutes of fear passed. He knew it wasn’t there anymore. He reached out in front of him again to start walking again… “It”. His hand was on it. He screamed louder than ever. Blood shot onto the wall as he was cut in half. His life had come to a vicious end…

Boy High- a story I'm writing. This is the intro