Chapter 6: From escaping Magician to a bloody Chef.

King Of The Forest

Chapter 6: From escaping Magician to a bloody Chef.

Blood. Outside the entrance of the cell was a hall that went both ways and there were cells on one side of the hall. On both ways, on the walls, the ceiling, blood. Blood dyed the brown hall and broken bars spread across the floor.

'The monster dog!! I should've known it was too quiet. I should've known.' I shout to myself in my head. I quickly pick up the fallen bar almost falling and arm myself getting into a defensive stance. 'Shit. Shit. I'm about to die.' I panic, looking right and left with my back against the bars of my cell, waiting for the monster to appear.

A few heart wrenching minutes later and I start to calm down thinking the monster has left. 'I guess it's gone. I'm sure I was making a lot of noise as I was cutting the bar but it didn't come and attack so…I guess it's gone' I relax my tense body and my breathing slows. I look left and right and stare at the broken bars. 'It broke into the other cells instead of mine. I was clearly meant to be its first victim so why wasn't I killed?'

I look to my cell and my right gravitates to the body and it clicks. 'It must have assumed I was dead because of the smell but that's unlikely. Anyway I can't stay here.' I look at the bar in my hand and drop it to grab a shorter one that's close to a meter in length. '5-5-5 ran to the right, so I guess that's the path to freedom.'

Walking down the bloodied hall, the severed body parts and smell do dim down my hopes of escaping. I pass by a lot of cells quickly peeping to check if there might be survivors like me. None. I dare not shout out or make any noise to check in fear that the monster may hear it.

Further down the hall the cells stop appearing and it's less bloody than the area behind. 'It seems some made it to this point. Even 5-5-5 is probably dead.'

A large opening appears on the left side and I approach. Looking through, I see a turn that's lit up, maybe by a room. I look to my left and see that further down the hall there's a dead end. 'That's suspicious. Maybe it's a magic door or something. It wouldn't hurt to check.' I pass the opening and walk to the end of the hall.

I reach the end and notice that this wall is a different shade. Also, it has a small square depression right in the middle of it. ' So it is a door. Maybe for the warden cause it looks like I need something to unlock it. That opening seems to be for the prisoners.' I touch the wall a little bit and seeing I can do nothing, I leave, going back to the opening. 'Probably for the best. I don't think wardens would like a surviving prisoner in their midst.'

I turn into the opening and immediately get on guard not knowing what could be waiting for me.

Bright. At the opening after the turn a bright light attacks me. After my eye adjusts the room comes into view. 'Is this the cafeteria. Why would 5-5-5 run here? Food? FOOD!' As if agreeing with my thoughts, my stomach growls furiously.

I enter the room and look around. It seemed like a standard prison cafeteria with a light and dark grey theme, but almost everything was broken and there was dirt everywhere. I see a place that looks like where food is served and go it briskly, almost falling.

I arrive at the place and it's like a long table that's like a meter tall but there's nothing on it. I look ahead and there's an open gery door which I assume is the place where the food is prepared. I throw the bar over and attempt to jump over the table. I put my hand to prop myself up and an itch comes to my imaginary right hand.'Dammit. Having one hand sucks.' I eventually get it and head to the open door. As I get nearer I smell blood. 'No don't tell me.'

Blood and limbs all over what seems to be a kitchen but I'm numb to it now. Quickly looking around I see baskets of food. Bread and vegetables. I also see meat inside an open locker at a small corner but I'm unable to keep looking because of the 'wonderfully' crafted scene and atmosphere.

I walk over to the food and leap over limbs. Along the way I see something that looks like a tap and basin. I go to it and fiddle with it until water comes out. My body suddenly feels dry and my mouth parched.

A lot of mouthful gulps of water later, I proceed to the bread and start eating like a rabid animal. A few pieces of bloodied bread and I'm choking. Running to the tap I get some water and relax. 'I need to eat slower. I've heard people can die from eating too fast after they haven't eaten for days.' I go back to my meal but I'm careful this time.

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Finishing my bloody meal I fall to my back, full. 'That was the best meal I've ever had.' I finally relax, 'some meat would have gone been better with the bread but' *rumble* 'What the? Another earthquake?'

The kitchen shaking and the sound Of utensils rattling pulls me out of my thoughts but the shaking stops almost immediately. 'That was too short for an earthquake. What could… the monster. It's probably the cause of this.' I get up clumsily but quickly and run up to the tap and basin where I left the bar. I stand on guard waiting for something to happen.

Minutes go by and nothing happens. 'I have to get out of here.' I look around and see a bloodied sack of potatoes. I go to it and empty it only to begin filling it with lots of bread, fruits and vegetables that don't need to be cooked. I look reluctantly at the meat locker and head to it. I grab a few meat patties I find and get out to close the door because I actually have something to vomit out.

Closing the door the shiny silvery surface reflects and I see my face for the first time since I've been here and all I can focus on is the slightly open right eyelid that's sunken in ignoring the nappy bloody afro. 'At least I have a cool scar.' I look down to a familiar body and I don't like it.

Looking at the mirror-like door, I see a 1.6m boy, no clothes on top, but scabs of cuts fill my chest with a lot of discoloration and dried blood on the abdomen. I try to touch it with my right hand resulting in the feeling of an itch coming up again. 'Damn.' I look at the right stub of an arm in the mirror but quickly shift to the brown bloody pants I'm wearing. The left part has been torn from the knee down and I have no shoes. 'I think I should change before I leave.'

I put the patties in the sack and rummage around to find clothes. I gather the best I can find and put it on. The pants are easy enough but putting on the shirt and shoes is by far the hardest challenge I have ever come across.

I go to the door-mirror and take a look. Staring back at me is a one eyed, one armed black chef that looks like he went on a killing spree. 'Better than nothing I guess.' I go and grab the sack that's full and find a way to strap it on my back using my hand and teeth to tie a knot then grab my only weapon, a black bar. 'I should probably grab a few knives.' I take 2 kitchen knives that luckily have sheaths, shove one in the sack and the other in my pocket because it's quite small.

I go back into the cafeteria.