I start backing away slowly? painfully slowly? All my pain comes back to me, the bruises, the sprains. My legs give up, buckling, and I am kneeling on the floor now. My hair is wiping my face and what I can see through the strands of red is something an adult in no right mind would believe. The kid was growing. She was growing. Right before my eyes? 5 foot? 8 foot? 10 foot. She stops, all of a sudden. Her head raises and she turns her head to me. I have tears in my eyes as I'm looking up at this gigantic child. Well, what was a child? What was it now?! All I know is she was one of them. She must have been! This is logically impossible! My heart was beating against my ribcage, threatening to break my ribs. I wasn't in need of any more pain, so I tried to calm myself. Again, a person runs by, but this time he ran past. He walks backwards slowly, just realising what he had past. ?Run!!!? Says the mysterious man. He grabs my hand and pulls me up. We both start running. ?Who are you!?? I question.
?Well? It's complicated.? He replied.
?How complicated?!?
??I'll explain lat-?He trips and the monster starts catching up. I start thinking about what I should do, do I save him or do I run? I started running back towards him and the monster. I snatched him up from the grasp of the being and we started running again. ?Thank you, Madam.? He says, nodding his head gratefully. ?Now what were you going to say, Sir?? I ask.
?I was going to say, before being rudely interrupted..? He turns and gives a dirty look to the monster. ?..I was going to say, I'll explain later when we`re not being chased by a monster/child that wants us for breakfast. Ok?? He sounded like an average Londoner.
?Ok? I smile, laughing slightly. There is some kind of shoddy shack up ahead. It has writing all over the walls. They're names... The monster takes one look at the shack and yells out in pain, exploding in a flash of white and orange, and then dissolving into ash. Staring at burning remains of the child, I pick up a piece of what was before, a perfect looking child, but it slowly falls through my fingers like an egg-timer has just been set off again. I look at the man wide-eyed. ?Come on.? He says, casually. ?Inside.?
I push the door open delicately, examining yet more names scribed on the wall. ?What?s with the names??
?Oh them?? He says ?That one?s my name? He says, pointing to a scrawling on the wall.
?John?? I ask. He seemed not to listen.
?Don`t say it. If you do? Well? Remember those things back there? You become one.?
?B-But I said my name earlier! I think? Am I one of them!? Am I a monster!?? I shrieked, suddenly panicked.
?What?s your name??
?Elizabeth, I think??
?Found a tag or something? Yeah I found a wallet saying..? He points to the wall again. ?..so I took that name. Okay. I said I would explain later. You are on the S.S Utopia of Great Britain. England went down. It sank. So did America, China, Japan, Russia, Africa, Canada, you name it, it?s gone. BUT, we knew this day would come. We found the blueprints for? Well? You probably don't wanna know. ?
?No, I want to know every single detail.? I say, getting quite annoyed at this whole situation. He laughs a little and shakes his head.
?The Titanic. We found the blueprints for the Titanic. BUT we fixed it, so it?s literally unsinkable and bigger than Russia. Anyway, You are in the lower decks where they lock the people who don't support The Cause.?
?The Cause??
?Hey, I don`t know everything. It must have been something pretty terrible. I mean, half of the Scottish nation must be down here. The Irish too. The English? Well? They made the easy choice.?
?Thanks for the information.?
?What you?re going? On your own!??
?Why not?? Before he could answer, a man burst in the door with an extremely strong Irish accent. ?Help me! Help!? We look at the Irish man curiously. ?My names David, Aye, David? That?s my name? My god what did they do to me? My family! My frien-?Before he could finish, he suddenly stopped. His expression blank and eyes grey. He looks around and screeches. He explodes to. I jump as I hear the BANG? I look at John. He is casually sitting at a wooden table writing. He stands up with his pen. He writes on the left wall 'David'. He looks at me and smiles. ?To remember, what I'm sure must have been a great guy.? His smile is warm and comforting. His eyes glinted in the candle light. I smiled back. ?If you really are immune to? whatever's wrong with us all? You're our only hope. Our only chance.? My face loses all colour. The whole of Britain on my shoulders.
?There was one like you before. A man named Jimmy.? He continues ?He failed in saving us? The reason I know what I do is because I found his diary. He went to the elevators. To face his demons as one might say. That was the last I saw of him.?
?Well?? I say ?That`s just dandy isn't it?? Dandy. Since when did I say dandy!? John hands me a torn and blood-stained book. ?He had it when he died. He went insane, so you might see some random scrawling?s in there.? I delicately lift the cover and title page. ?Day one? I don`t know where I am, all I know is my names Jim, from my wallet in my pocket. I also had 20 dollars and a pocket watch.? I read out loud. ?Wait? I say, lifting my head out of the book. ?He was American!??
?A very rich American. He knew it would come because he bought information off of Silvia Tralie, our Primeminister.?
?Ah, Okay. Day Twenty Six, I have seen a horrendous beast, lurking in the darkness at the back of my own mind. Waiting to claim me for its own self-glory. I cannot evade it. No-one can. We are all monsters, and we can't deny it, 'cause it?s true. The easy option is to give in. Give up. I shall seek out the mad-man behind it all, and end this now. Just remember, we are all monsters.? I look up at John. His eyes run up and dart straight back at me.
?He's really barmy, isn't he?? John nods and laughs. I laugh also. I place the book in a bag and pick it up. ?Do you mind if I take this?? I question.
?No, not at all.? He replies. ?Come back before dark.? I look at him and he smirks. ?I was joking! Oh and, don't go insane like poor old Jim, you are kind of our only hope. If you don't return eventually, I swear to god I will come searching for you.?
I pick up one of the mobile phones on the table. ?Just call me, no need to search.?
?Fine.? He says. ?Don't die out there, I won't be there to save you this time.?
I walk out the door, the bag around my shoulder, phone in my hand. I think for a moment and hop back into the shack. ?Gotta hairbrush and mirror?? John rummages through a draw and pulls out a small travel hairbrush/mirror and chucks it to me. ?Thanks? I smile while looking in the mirror while exiting the shack once again.
My makeup was smeared and discoloured. Red lipstick scrawled across my cheek and purple eye shadow fading fast. I looked like I had been crying because my mascara had ran from the perimeter of my eyes. Maybe whatever they wanted me to do was so horrible, so unthinkable, I ended up crying? I brushed my red hair delicately and picked up ribbon from the floor, tying my hair back neatly in a bow.
Thinking about what the American had written in his diary, he might not have been as barmy as I thought. When you think about it, it makes sense. I mean, we all have the ability to be monsters. Horrid to everything that walks the Earth. Exploiting everything at our fingertips just for a bit of cash.
I discard this thought from my mind and set off for these so called elevators.
So, what I know so far; I`m a woman named Elizabeth Jane Moore whom works in an office due to the clothing, I`m stuck in the bottom of a boat called the S.S Utopia which is the size of Russia and based on the Titanic and I must have disagreed with a big authority or something. I really hope this is a mere dream. Make a hell of a lot more sense, eh? Yeah I know, I know.
My brain starts wanting to break free of the cage which is my skull yet again, pouding on the sides, but I ignore it and carry on. Maybe that has something to do with my being special, being immune. But, I don?t know. I guess I should have taken a map, as I easily get lost in between the cargo holds and offices.
Not my fault.
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