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I didn’t know how or why I’d come here. My memory was vague and bleak. All I knew was that I had to get out… before they came for me.
The corridor was well-lit, with glowing torches on either side. But even these could not eradicate the eerie feeling emitted by the walls of stone.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
That was my queue to run. And so I did. The yellow torches on either side of me appeared as shooting stars as I darted past them. He was coming after me… The Executioner.
I kept running and turned sharply at the first left. Another corridor awaited, this time with doors on either side. I could still hear him coming; there was no time to lose. Despite the lack of stamina I possessed, I continued to rush through the corridor. I had two options: Run or Die. And lets face it, neither of them were to my advantage.
I halted abruptly, just as I was about to trip. The sound had come from the door on my right. I looked inside and my eyes met with those of a old man, tied up in chains. His body was half-covered with ragged clothes, ripped at many places.
“Come in,” he said in a weak voice “And shut the door behind you. You can hide here.”
I did as I was told, since I could see no other alternative than to run. As I closed the door, the room became dark, as no light entered from the corridor outside. Calling this place a room was completely inappropriate. This was actually a dungeon cell, like every other ‘room’ in this tower.
It was cold.
“Help you hide from the Executioner, I must.”
I stayed silent until the only sound I could here in the cell was that of my own breathing.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
He drew in closer. Had I been outside, he would have spotted me and increased his pace. And soon, I would have parted with my neck.
As the sound of his footsteps faded away, I calmed down.
“Where is the exit?” I whispered.
“Exit?” said the old man “There is none. Trapped here forever, we are. Sinners in a sinful place, guarded by a sinner himself.”
“But, there must be an exit. There has got to be a way out of here!”
“Ah, a newcomer, I see. Let me tell you something…” he said, coughing “Thirty-five years I’ve lived here. Heard of an exit, I haven’t.”
“Then how did we get here?”
“Through the windows of course! The Winged Blades grab the sinners with their mouths and throw them in, through the windows. You’re lucky that you woke before the jailer found you…”
“What if I jump out the window?”
“Death. Unless you can swim against the waves.”
I couldn’t swim. But what other option did I have?
The sound of footsteps had completely subsided. It was time to make my move. I somehow felt sorry for leaving this old man behind, but he seemed comfortable. Trust me, there was no place for sympathy or pity in this accursed place.
Slowly opening the door, I stepped out into the corridor once more. Looking at either sides, I spotted a large opening in the wall, quite like those large windows in castles. I ran towards it, though I shouldn’t have. My footsteps echoed through the corridor… Suddenly, I heard a grunt. And then the loud thud of the Executioner’s footsteps. They were different now though. They were faster.
I ran. I forced every limb in my body to move. Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I just rushed.
But was I fast enough? Apparently not.
Before I knew it, the Executioner was right behind me. He swung his axe with incredible force. I felt some hair on the back of my head being cut off. Yeah, that’s how close it was.
I had reached the ledge. Now or Never. I made a leap of faith. Literally.
The disappearance of the ground underneath frightened me at first. And then it terrified me when I realized the waves down below would crush me. But my movement was not in my control anymore.
To put it bluntly, I fell while screaming at the same time. I crashed into the raging waves below and allowed myself to succumb to their strength. Slowly, I pushed myself upwards to breathe and was successful in doing so. Before I fell back in, I caught a glimpse of the Executioner as he removed his black mask, revealing a deformed face with yellow eyes as he glared at me, silently vowing to kill me relentlessly if I ever got back.
But for now, I need not worry about that. I just hoped that the waves would help me wake up.