Time Awakens

The confines of his cell were incredibly small, he could do little more than lie in a fetal position in the alcove carved into the wall. It was long before he had been able to escape its grasp. He wandered now, aimlessly, seeking the light of day at some unknown passageway, undoubtedly hidden from view. The passage of time meant little to him, he felt that he could continue his search for an indefinite length of time, without need of food, rest, or water. This though, set his mind at ease, and he was losing focus on the task at hand. He forced himself the memories of his imprisonment, and quickened his pace. He had wandered on now for what seems to have been ages, but could have been ages, but could indeed have been scant hours. The corridor in which he now walked seemed hauntingly familiar to him, perhaps he was wandering in circles. The farther he walked the more powerful the thumping in his chest became, it beckoned him, he followed. Endlessly he walked, where light could not travel, led by instinct alone. At last he saw it, a faint glow in the distance, an escape!

His pace quickened to the point where he lost balance, and was forced to regroup himself. The eerie glow seemed too distant still, as if it were toying with him, waiting for him to crack. He thought he would, but continued on nonetheless. He ascended into a maddening pace, losing all grip of his sanity as he flew wildly down the unlit halls. Suddenly the light was gone, and he could feel the heat of anger dwelling deep from within the bowels of his being, churning. He glanced about, frantically, feverishly, it was behind him, he had passed it in his fervor. He walked slowly now, towards the glow that seems only more feint now. Finally he reached it, turned toward the alcove in the wall. The glow had beckoned him here, had spoke to him. The glow revealed little to him now, only the feint outlines of bars that enclosed the alcove, this alcove, like all the others that lined these infernal halls. He peered now, intently, into the excavation behind the bars. He could see feintly the outlines of a body, though this one still held the remnants of flesh, much unlike those that he had seen in the more brightly lit areas of the halls.

The glow pulsed now, revealing more. He could make out the outlines of hands gripped tightly around the bars, clenched now in death as they were in life, its death throes. The glow pulsed, brighter now, he could see the face, it was his. The face was his! A guttural cry of anguish bellowed from his bowels, its resonance echoing down the endless expanses of the hallways, never to return. The glow was toying with him now, laughing. It pulsed, laughing at him. It was laughing!

Memories returned to him now, in a flurry of agony. Yes, he had died in that alcove, in what now seemed years ago. He had been placed there, yes, by someone he knew. Someone close had done this to him! He would find this man, indeed, and return the favor. He searched the forgotten passageways of his mind, searching for a face to his as yet unknown killer. His apparition shook violently with rage, an emotion fast becoming one of his better known allies. He would find this killer, and decimate him, banish him to the Nine Hells if it suits him. Indeed, victory would be his…