Musei opened her eyes suddenly , her heart beating wildly in her chest. She was lying on the floor , in a strangely bare room. Apart from the sound of her breathing , the only thing she could hear was a faint electronic hum , probably coming from the florescent lights above her.
' Where am I ? '
Her limbs felt numb , so she slowly stretched them out , watching her own fingers with black nails flex as if they were foreign bodies.
' These are mine ' she thought as she slowly clenched and unclenched her hand . ' I'm Musei ' .
Her name came to her like an ancient truth , the only thing she felt she could trust in this unfamiliar room. She got up slowly and started to walk , only to almost trip over on the tunic she was wearing. It was long and black , with white trimmings and long slits starting from above her hips and black leggings underneath.
Where am I supposed to go ? What's happening here ?!!
She walked out of the room , into a similar room , which was a bit smaller , but also bare . There was nothing in it. She kept walking , into more rooms , some bigger , some smaller , some rectangular , others square . But they just kept going on and on , no matter what direction she tried to walk in. The thought that she was utterly alone in this maddening place made her walk faster , hoping to find something or someone to break the repetition.
" Hello ? "
There was no response . She was about to call out again when she heard a distant howl . The sound put her instantly on edge , sending shivers of displeasure down her spine . That revolting sound irked her very core , and she instantly began to try and get away from it , though she couldn't tell if she was moving away from wherever it came from because the rooms just went on and on.
'Why do I hate it so much ?' she asked herself getting more frantic , in case that sound started again. It felt... instinctual , ingrained in her that that howl belonged to one who was not her friend.
Musei felt herself losing her mind walking through the rooms ; they lead no where and she felt like she had been walking for ages . She kept going though hoping to find something , an object , a person ; anything to break the monotony . She dug her hands into her dark dreadlocks and was about to pull hard on them when she saw something glint in the next room. With a delirious laugh of relief she ran to it.
A box , dull , metallic surface , lay on the ground in the next room. She got down on her knees and looked at it intently. In the dim refection she saw what must have been her face . Her skin was the colour of toffee , with white markings drawn elaborately on her cheekbones , forehead and around her eyes. Her lips were black , like her nails. She touched the markings , wondering what they meant.
' Never mind that now , the box must be opened ! '
She opened it and saw
a gun . It's a gun. But how... Why ?
She touched it's cold surface . Why was this , of all things , here ? Suddenly it dawned on her.
It's a sign .
A slow smile crept onto her lips , revealing razor sharp canines.
Divine Providence. An ending to my misery
She grasped the gun , and raised it to her head.
I'm so so glad I don't have to walk these endless walls anymore ; I gladly welcome my release , my escape , even if it's at the end of a barrel !
With that she pulled the trigger.
The sound echoed loudly around her and she flinched. Then opened her eyes , unhurt.
Why am I not dead ?!
She pulled it again and again , and it kept making that same gunshot sound , but no bullet came out of it's barrel. Some sort of fake , placed there to torture and decieve those who thought they could escape through death. But there was no escape.