Hour 1- Lady In Blood

Hour 1: Lady In Blood

A rhythmic tapping sound awoken Kenny, he stirred and noticed he wasn’t at the boarding house in Nexus International anymore, instead he was lying on a dirty sheet, he scanned the room, it look like it was a cell, the walls were windowless and the door had only had a small slit. He stood up and walked towards the door, he tried pulling it, but his efforts were rewarded with a clunk of a lock, locking the door. How did I get here? I remembered being in Miss Claire’s class and then….the rest is blank.

Suddenly he heard a soft voice, ‘You must escape…’ and he spun around, a pale looking girl with a white flowing dress was peeking through the slit of the door. ‘The priestess of memories…the failure of the ceremony…’ said the girl speaking in an almost inaudible tone. ‘What priestess? What ceremony? He cried but it was too late as the girl slowly faded away into oblivion. Suddenly, he heard a snap of a lock and the door creaked open. Taking a few cautious steps,he walked out of the room and into an old hallway. The hallway was eerily lit by candles that seem to never melt, as he continued walking down the hallway, he noticed a candle on a small dish that was placed on the floor, he gently picked it up and slowly illuminated his way down the hall.

He arrived at a door at the end of the hallway, opening it slowly, he reached a grand parlor, or what was left of it. The walls look badly faded, the remnants of furniture scattered around the room, a clap of thunder and lightning briefly lit up the room and in the corner of his eye, he saw a woman, but she was gone as fast as the fading light. He walked around the parlor and noticed a scrap of paper on the ground.

I DON’T WANT TO FEEL THE PAIN…THE PAIN OF MEMORIES….

He heard muttering coming from behind him, “Memories….pain…..” ‘It’s all coming back….’ He glanced over his shoulder and his blood froze a woman dressed in a white gown and her head adorned with a wreath of withered flowers but that what really stood out was the massive blotches and streaks of blood that covered most of the gown, her neck looked broken and her hands had wooden spikes impaled through her palms, Kenny walked back slowly, he dropped the candle in fright, the room was swallowed by darkness. His heart was racing, he tried to make out where the woman was but all he could hear was muttering, with a flash of lightning, he saw the woman again, she shrieked: ‘Share my suffering!” and leapt towards Kenny, Kenny screamed and feel her body smothering him, he gasped for air but failed, his mind become blank and his visio