The cavern was mostly
empty, with the exception of a few stone pillars that jutted out of the
water. Most of the pillars were cracked
in half, creating small platforms for the residents of the cavern to
reside. The whole room was bathed in
pink and red light.
As she took everything in
she wasn’t sure if she should be laughing, or screaming. The scenes laid out on top of the pillars
were so perverse, so pornographic, that her mind could barely take it all
in.
One pillar featured two
of the creatures from the previous cavern dissecting one of the mermaids. Her chest was ripped open, and fountains of
water, lit bright red, shot from her innards as their little mechanical arms
slashed at her. On another a cherub was
bent over, an arrow jutting out of it’s back, and an elf was mounting it from
behind.
As the boat floated on,
more pillars were revealed, each one more vile then the last.
The music from before was
replaced with the loud roar of an orgy.
The room was filled with screams.
Some sounded like screams of ecstasy, but others… others were cries of
pain.
Clare looked away,
turning her attention to Max.
“What is this?” Max looked dumb founded. “Who the hell would build something like
this? How has no one complained about
it?”
“I… I don’t think it’s
always like this Max.” She closed her eyes.
“What do you…” He
froze. “Oh God, what’s going to happen
when the boat stops?”
As if on cue, the boat
came to a halt.
The scenes on the pillars
suddenly became more frenzied, more violent.
Clare could hear the sound of crazed, high-pitched laughter, horrible
screams of pain. Then, as the whole
nightmare reached it’s climax, everything froze.
There was a loud thunderclap,
and water began to pour down from the ceiling in a violent rainstorm. In a matter of seconds both Clare and Max
were drenched. There was something odd
about the water, though.
The water was warm, and
thick. Clare looked at her hands. It wasn’t water. It was blood.
Blood was raining down on them from ceiling.
She looked up and could
see that all of the figures in the room, every single one of them, were looking
right at the boat. The mermaid who had
early been dissected was sitting up, her guts hanging down, nestled in the top
of her fin. Her attackers, those fuzzy
little bastards with the long knives, stood, blades at their sides. The cherub was standing now, the tip of the
arrow visible through his chest, and the elf stood behind, it’s pants still
around it’s ankles. All eyes were on
Clare and Max.
Then the laughter
began. Softly, at firstly, like a chuckle. Quickly it was a riotous cacophony of sound that
seemed to echo off the cavern’s walls.
“One has come home, but
where are the rest?” The chanting seemed
to filter through the laughter. “One has
come home, but where are the rest? The
Nameless want them home!”
The chanting grew louder,
and the figures all through their heads back, their mouths open. The sound seemed to grow to an almost deafening
level, and Clare was forced to cover her ears.
Then it all stopped. The room went dark.
The boat moved with a
hard jerk that sent both Clare and Max flying back into their seats. They moved through the darkness quickly, as
if rushing down a wild rapids. The boat
bopped and bounced, the sides crashing into the sides of the tunnel. Clare and Max were tossed from side to side,
and a few times Clare feared she was about to go overboard.
Then there was
sunlight.
The boat pulled gently
through the wooden, heart cutout, and back to the dock, moving as if nothing
had ever happened.
When the boat reached the
dock, both Clare and Max scrambled to get out.
Clare began to brush at her clothes, trying to wipe some of the blood
away, but when her hands touched the fabric of her shirt, she found it
dry.
“What the hell?” Max looked at her, than glanced down at
himself.
“Whatever is infecting
this place is sick.” She glanced back at
the ride, and she swore she heard the sound of high-pitched laughter. “Really fricken sick.”
“Shit!” Max began to
frantically look around.
“What?” Clare was still trying to get over the shock
after their little love cruise.
“My camera! I lost my camera!” Max scrambled back over to the boat. He knelt down the dock, and began to search
the bottom of the hollowed out swan.
Clare turned at the sound
of a giggle, and something shot out of the exit tunnel. With a thud, Max’s mangled camera landed on
the dock.
“Max,” Clare nudged the
destroyed piece of equipment.
“Yeah?” He turned towards her.
“I found your camera.”
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