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Devilish Angel - Part 1
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.. It wasn't like any, I used at home or watched in a movie.. It was curved like a crescent moon and had blood even where I held it.
What I was holding was a couple of nuts and twenty small levers as if out of a sophisticated sewing machine which can carry even more threads at a time.. Few even had pieces of flesh stuck on to them. I remember pushing a worm onto a hook at the end of my fishing string.. as I look closer.
Two of these Levers were stuck in my palm and just wouldn't come out however hard I tried.
I Tried pulling them out harder.. "Aargh.. Ssss.." it gave both a shock through the nervers right up to my brain an also pricked into the soft palm muscles..
Letting the knife like shiny crescent stay in my hand, I tried to rise from the bloody floor with my cheek stuck to the dried blood on the floor. Putting harder efforts, I rose and sat with both my legs folded to the same side to settle a bit and see where I was..
From every corner of my body, Pain calls me to attend it, but I just wanted to keep it aside and recollect what had happened, that caused this height of a struggle.
The wall beside which I laid, had more of the same blood sprayed like out of a canister. Following it's trail I reach a cross bar nailed to the wall made out of wood and cement. Ir had 2 trays on the ends which were around six feet apart and white pellets on them. some were even there on the floor.. Picking up a piece I realised it was a Chalk piece like from a school teachers' hand.
Slowly I dragged myself away from the wall and noticed I was on a Platform a foot above the floor and it just few feet longer than the crossbar on the wall.
On moving further back I saw a greem board above the crossbar which had Chalk writings half clear and mostly smuged..
Slowly I turned against my aching neck to look back and assure myslef that what I was looko g at was actually a blackboard at a college. Yeah, there were benches at one side of the room, definitely like those at a college. Mostly broken and only few in good shape to stand. The remainig half of this Classroom was full of bliss stains and the Walls had big black rusty nails all over them separated a foot apart from each other.
Blood stained ropes hung from their ends which looked like were recently cut off with one such knife which I held.
That's when I recollected that, I was the one who cut off the binds off my friend's, that held them nailed to these walls few hours ago. This thought pushed all the pain calls down to.my feet and I stood up on a single leg with the other knee still on the platform. However hard I tried, I couldn't thrust this leg anymore and the more I tried, The more it trembled sending beating pain in all the muscles and nerves.
I had to look towards my foot to see what stopped me from standing totally. Only the big toe was left and rest of my foot was missing. A small toe lay a bit further and rest of the foot had deep bruises like out of a Sugarcane churner. It was tragic and the pain only grew as long I looked at it. tears were continuously dripping off my face some clear and the other reddish.
Looking towards to door, I imagined trying to reach out for it but could barely move. So, I decided to crawl. After successfully crawling a few steps towards the door, I saw another such knife stuck on the edge of the corridor railing. It had the same shape and was glittery too. A bigger stain of blood below it had many paths of drops that dripped brown from the knife like thing.
This made me crawl faster curiously towards the Edge to peep further and get to know more. With every step closer, I remembered more such knifes flying accross my face and few even cutting through my arm, chest and thighs. There were atleast 15 more such knife I'd seen.
Making hundreds of wierd faces out of the pain in every step, I reached the wall an held onto the railing with the knife in my hand just beside the knife already stuck to the Railing. I threw my other arm around the railing to help me stay up and relax my hardworking legs. I'd lost a whole lot of blood already and my limbs were going useless.
Looking for similarities amongst the two Knives, I realised both looked exactly the same.. Even this knife had many levers and few nut bolts at the end instead of a handle. All covered in blood and the same looking peices of flesh hanging from a few of them.
It was more like a bone from a half eaten chicken leg, only but it was a knife.
Looking over the railing, I realised I was on the second floor of a college building that was square in shape and a big square skyview inside. I was now fully convinced it was a college with classrooms all around the sqaure corridor. Many doors were broken and windows with half shattered glasses. They were also covered with dust and cob webs clearly shining across the daylight visible...
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.. It wasn't like any, I used at home or watched in a movie.. It was curved like a crescent moon and had blood even where I held it.
What I was holding was a couple of nuts and twenty small levers as if out of a sophisticated sewing machine which can carry even more threads at a time.. Few even had pieces of flesh stuck on to them. I remember pushing a worm onto a hook at the end of my fishing string.. as I look closer.
Two of these Levers were stuck in my palm and just wouldn't come out however hard I tried.
I Tried pulling them out harder.. "Aargh.. Ssss.." it gave both a shock through the nervers right up to my brain an also pricked into the soft palm muscles..
Letting the knife like shiny crescent stay in my hand, I tried to rise from the bloody floor with my cheek stuck to the dried blood on the floor. Putting harder efforts, I rose and sat with both my legs folded to the same side to settle a bit and see where I was..
From every corner of my body, Pain calls me to attend it, but I just wanted to keep it aside and recollect what had happened, that caused this height of a struggle.
The wall beside which I laid, had more of the same blood sprayed like out of a canister. Following it's trail I reach a cross bar nailed to the wall made out of wood and cement. Ir had 2 trays on the ends which were around six feet apart and white pellets on them. some were even there on the floor.. Picking up a piece I realised it was a Chalk piece like from a school teachers' hand.
Slowly I dragged myself away from the wall and noticed I was on a Platform a foot above the floor and it just few feet longer than the crossbar on the wall.
On moving further back I saw a greem board above the crossbar which had Chalk writings half clear and mostly smuged..
Slowly I turned against my aching neck to look back and assure myslef that what I was looko g at was actually a blackboard at a college. Yeah, there were benches at one side of the room, definitely like those at a college. Mostly broken and only few in good shape to stand. The remainig half of this Classroom was full of bliss stains and the Walls had big black rusty nails all over them separated a foot apart from each other.
Blood stained ropes hung from their ends which looked like were recently cut off with one such knife which I held.
That's when I recollected that, I was the one who cut off the binds off my friend's, that held them nailed to these walls few hours ago. This thought pushed all the pain calls down to.my feet and I stood up on a single leg with the other knee still on the platform. However hard I tried, I couldn't thrust this leg anymore and the more I tried, The more it trembled sending beating pain in all the muscles and nerves.
I had to look towards my foot to see what stopped me from standing totally. Only the big toe was left and rest of my foot was missing. A small toe lay a bit further and rest of the foot had deep bruises like out of a Sugarcane churner. It was tragic and the pain only grew as long I looked at it. tears were continuously dripping off my face some clear and the other reddish.
Looking towards to door, I imagined trying to reach out for it but could barely move. So, I decided to crawl. After successfully crawling a few steps towards the door, I saw another such knife stuck on the edge of the corridor railing. It had the same shape and was glittery too. A bigger stain of blood below it had many paths of drops that dripped brown from the knife like thing.
This made me crawl faster curiously towards the Edge to peep further and get to know more. With every step closer, I remembered more such knifes flying accross my face and few even cutting through my arm, chest and thighs. There were atleast 15 more such knife I'd seen.
Making hundreds of wierd faces out of the pain in every step, I reached the wall an held onto the railing with the knife in my hand just beside the knife already stuck to the Railing. I threw my other arm around the railing to help me stay up and relax my hardworking legs. I'd lost a whole lot of blood already and my limbs were going useless.
Looking for similarities amongst the two Knives, I realised both looked exactly the same.. Even this knife had many levers and few nut bolts at the end instead of a handle. All covered in blood and the same looking peices of flesh hanging from a few of them.
It was more like a bone from a half eaten chicken leg, only but it was a knife.
Looking over the railing, I realised I was on the second floor of a college building that was square in shape and a big square skyview inside. I was now fully convinced it was a college with classrooms all around the sqaure corridor. Many doors were broken and windows with half shattered glasses. They were also covered with dust and cob webs clearly shining across the daylight visible...
