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The door within the elevator we were in
opened up to reveal the floor that was on the other side of my metal coffin. I
felt as if I had seen something like this before but nothing was for sure
anymore. A big dark hallway led down the entire length that I could see and
candles dimly lit the path.
I was still in shock from what Ville told
me previously but Ville just shrugged it off and started to head down the hall.
From where I sat I could see Ville only a few feet out before he just blended
in with the darkness; I could only make out his silhouette whenever he passed a
candle.
He stopped at one point along the way to
open a door, more light came out of the room and I was able to see Ville again.
Ville turned and entered the room as I continued to lie in the so-called
elevator. I sat in silence trying to accept everything that has happened. How
could all of this happen? How could I not know of this till now? I held the
cube in my hands on top of my lap staring at all of the mechanisms and
craftwork that was involved in it. Gears started to move around within the box
and not a single creak came from out of any corner of the box.
It vibrated softly but it was enough to
get my attention, it felt as if something was rolling back and forth from side
to side inside the box. I could hear talking down the dark hallway; one of
which was Ville. Both people that were talking raised their voices over one
another to enrage all of the silence that filled the hall.
Ville peeked outside of the room he was
in to look at me. He walked further out and—from what I can make out—folded his
arms and looked directly at me, waiting for me to start to head down the
hallway. Nothing else could happen with me sitting here so when I gained my
composure and a little better grip on my sanity, I began down the hall.
A tingling traveled down my spine as I
began my journey down the hall carrying the box in both of my hands in front of
me. I felt like a priest of some new world order that worshipped boxes of
mysterious origin. I felt consumed like something was inside of me, eating me
inside out. This box, this box was something more than what it seemed to be.
Ville seemed very interested in this, like it was the very reason why
everything was happening.
It was. I couldn't deny it anymore. It
was always a thought that roamed in the back of my head but there could be no
other reason. Is this box the only thing that was keeping Ville from killing
me? Is there even anyone I could trust? My grip on the box tightened.
I had to keep a hold onto the box and
never let it go to leave my sight if my life ever would be in danger. Greed
overcame me and when I reached Ville he looked at me in a sorrowful way like
some great self-pity towards me, I couldn't stand it.
'Emery. You look like you are going to
kill someone, you look like anger have overcome you.' He may have been right, I
may have looked that way but that is also how I felt.
'And what are you going to do about it
Ville? Kill me?'
'I’m not going to do anything Emery, you
can indulge yourself in the glory of that box as much as you want but I want
you to understand that this box is nearly a literal living thing. It can think,
it can corrupt. My dad can help explain this as long as you give us the time
Emery.' I looked down to the box in my hands and although I couldn't see much,
I felt I could see everything. I was able to close my eyes and see the box
imprinted on the inside of my eyelids—I couldn't get the thought out of my
head. It was just burning through my skull and more I thought about it, further
it burned.
I tried to distance my thoughts to other
things but the box kept appearing in my thoughts and before I knew it I felt a
burning in my hands. I opened my eyes to look at the box and I was able to hear
searing flesh. Smoke came from my hands and Ville noticed this immediately to
run inside the room he was in previously to come out with a towel. He threw it
over my hands and lifted it off to run it inside the room that we were by.
Looking down to my hands I could see
imprints of the box into my hands. The same emblem was on both hands and they
only composed of six lines. Imagine a capital H but when stroking the
horizontal line from right to leave it goes past the parallel lines and triples
its length on the other end of this line begins an upside down right-angled
triangle. The longer edge would be on the side facing the other two parallel
lines becoming the same size as the other parallel lines up past the other side
of the horizontal line. Here was another horizontal line connecting the left
line of the H to the other line to make a square box.
Looking at it closer I imagined the main
horizontal line to be split into three sections. From right to left putting
everything in their third of the line was an H, a box on the top of the line
and then a right angle on the bottom to end the line.
I was looking at my hands as I entered in
the room Ville and the mysterious other that he was talking to that I could
only figure to be his father. This room was quite cramped due to many items
being all over the walls and other items on and hanging from the ceiling but I didn't
pay to much attention to these things because I was anxious to see Ville's
father. I saw a brighter light than the one I was under, several feet in front
of me in another room that was on the other side of the room that I was
currently in. As I walked closer to that room, my gaze was still fixated on my
hands; I could still feel the burning coming out from under my skin and
sizzling away.
I walked my way through the way and into
the other room to see both Ville's and his father's back to me looking over a
bright table with several lights over head it but pointing down to create a
small central point of light. I looked up and around the room to see symbols—the
same of which being on my hands—being written in ever corner and wall within
the room. I got both individuals attention when I stopped suddenly in
astonishment to see the room I was in. They began to raise their heads and I
was able to make out the last words Ville's father said to his son.
'I am happy to see you again in a very
fit shape but I am sure your mother expected you to return in a body
bag.'
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