The light of the sun fell on the ocean. whose waves constantly rose and fell .
from far away from the ocean at the ledge of the cliff stood a boy at least fifteen year old. which clothes torn his bands and legs bruised his lips dry. His messy hair which was covering his eyes blew away with the wind.
revealing his eyes which as devoid of pupils. his eyes were completely white. only some blood vessels visible beneath them. The boys body showed no movement.
Aside from the ocean the area around him felt like it has frozen in time itself.
after sometime something red tricked down the boy's eyes and lips staining the ground beneath him in a scarlet shade while also staining his shirt. just then something stirred inside the blood. previously the blood which was making a puddle started to morphed into mysterious symbols. then the mysterious symbols made from blood vanished into thin air.
then a ripple spread through his body his body started shaking violently.
with time its intensity increased.
"haah"
With a grasp for air the pupil in his eyes returned.
'Damn it hurts.'
Edward now on kneeling on the ground on all four limbs while coughing.
'That was close I have to do something about this disease.'
'It is becoming more and more frequent.'
'those people from the church came here.'
'damn it due to this condition of mine I have lost my last lead to solving my condition.'
his hands slid between his hair and started ruffling them.
His disease has stared to worsen now those attacks came every two days.
And today just so happens to be the day his disease sprang up . and the duration of losing consciousness is also increasing.
with no other lead there he decided to go back.
'the old man must be seething in anger.'
The image of a old man his head red from anger came to mind.
while turning his head from the ocean.
"heeeee"
a weird sound travelled in his mind.
his head spun.
legs felt like jelly.
weakness invaded his body.
the beach beneath the ledge does not feel so far now.
the sound of the waves no longer rang.
just before his legs were going to gave out.
his senses returned and he caught himself from falling from the cliff.
But after regaining his senses instead of relaxing his eyes now felt even more vigilant he scanned his surrounding while taking cover near a tree.
he was not like those mundane people from the town the village . who only heard about the supernatural from just legends.
he had witnessed it with his own eyes. how bizarre those people are.
and the people of the church were very problematic.
'I am not taking any chances with my life.'
from his pocket he drew a old revolver marks of rust clearly visible on the barrel and the cylinder.
while searching for his imaginary enemy his gaze fell on a iron box. which has now been rusted. rust starting from the edges while travelling around it.
when his eyes laid on the same sense of weakness invaded his mind once again.
but due to his mind being on full alert he was able to keep himself from falling and regained his balance.
just as he regained his senses . his eyes again fell on the box. the same thing happened again.
learning from his mistakes from before he put the box in the periphery of his vision. while also clutching the revolver with his hand.
after seeing no other attacks for some time. he walked out from behind the tree.
And started to make his way towards the beach.
....
The beach was empty as always. nobody come here, as there was many horror stories famous about it.
But to Edward those were more than horror stories. he thought those were probably real incidents forced to be a rumor.
'Even gramps came here alone and told me to avoid this place if I could.'
Now the box was just twenty meters away.
to him the box looked very suspicious and he would have never approached it so carelessly if it weren't for his disease eating away at him.
finding more about more about the people of the church was just a part of his plan. what he really wanted was to cure his disease.
Now just standing before the box he stood his eyes away from the box just enough to put it in his periphery. from what he could see on the rusted box a golden emblem struck to its Centre. the emblem looked in a different world than the rest of the box. it was like not a single spec of sand even dare to lay on it.
Edward first tried to pry it open with brute strength, and not to his surprise the box lid did not even budge.
then he had no other choice but to shoot it.
So he took aim the middle of the emblem. the emblem showed a wooden house in its garden stood a bare tree no leaves decorating its branches. the house looked empty.
"bang bang"
The bullet shot through the middle of the emblem while penetrating the box.
At the same time something very black and viscous rose from the bottom of the box. and latched onto his arm .
Edward try to pry it off his hand in panic.
the black liquid started to look become more and more solid showing no sign of letting go. its second tentacle was making its way towards its way towards his neck.
the tentacle slowly slide around his neck squeezing it.
his eyes widened , and blood rushed to his brain.
his vision darkened .
only allowing lights for small intervals.
his brain felt sluggish.
' I don't want to use any more bullets, they are not cheap.'
'But my life comes first.'
Before he could aim with his right hand towards the black creature. its tentacle opened into a mouth sharp teeth lining its mouth , and swallowed his right hand a sudden pain assaulted him which helped him to be somewhat awake.
But now this thing was trying to bite his arm off.
while also tightening its grip around his other hand.
just then the brief movement of clarity vanished.
every thing from his vision vanished only black swallowed his world .
'SHIT SHIT'
Edward desperately try to squeeze even a small breath of air struggled.
with last of his strength.
he clutched the revolver while pushing his hand deeper into the creatures mouth.
"bang bang"
"aaaaaaaaauuuuuhhhhh"
the creature screamed .
now his formed felt lose, no longer as solid as before.
"bang bang"
"Splash Splash"
The black creature popped like a ballon from inside something like black ink fell on him with a splash.
Edward fell on the ground his face buried inside the sand. from which he soon rose and started grasping for air.
his right hand now bloodied was also shaking , with his whole body.
'what kind of creature as that.'
'Is that one of those monsters that live in this beach, or is it from inside the box.'
'Just thinking about the creature now send shivers down my body'
'If it went for anymore time I would soon be squeezed into a glass.'
he used his left hand to left hand to support his body up.
now his whole body was covered with black ink like substance.
even his flowing blood has a slight hint of black in it.
'I ended up using six bullets. That fat Baldy is going to have a party from the money he will get from selling my organs. If I can't pay him back.'
'either way I am going to die If I can't find a solution for it soon anyway.'
with his eyes vigilant as ever he moved towards the box.
now a sharp knife culched between his fingers.
As there was no bullets left. It was his only weapon now.
At the same time he was exited about the what was inside the box.
'the box was definitely linked to something supernatural.'
'maybe it was left there by the people of the church that came here last light.'
'If that was true then he has to hurry and leave here.'
now standing right before the box. The box now no longer has that golden emblem attached to it.
He pushed the lid open .
His surrounding which were stable began to distort.
A circular barrier started to surround him and the surroundings distorting it.
'Just how many traps are set up in this box.
with that he was ready to thrust his knife at any enemy that as going to emerge.
But they never came.
from the corner of his eyes his gaze fell inside the box.
A statue laid inside ,Its body made out of black stone as if ready to suck the light in its surroundings.
But before Edwards hands could reach the box the distorted dome which was transparent stated to darken.
the light of the sun no longer falling on him. Then slowly the dome stated to shrink.
Edwards thrusted his knife on the now solid walls, but it was now useless.
darkness fell swallowed the world.
...
After who knows how much time has passed .The darkness thinned giving way to the rays of lights which was scattered by the fog that was pervading his surroundings. the fog sucked heat from his body while surrounding him.
But right now none of it mattered not anymore.
the scene before him that bizarre.
Like a graveyards he had read about from the book thousands or tens of thousands of weapons stood embedded in the ground the ground. some rusted some unaffected by the march of time.
Even the fog only circled without touching any of them.
surrounded by these arsenal of weapons.
A crimson pillar stood between it all its surface rough.
'Its is not crimson...'
"Its color , it is not crimson."
indeed the color of the pillar was not crimson nor was its surface rough.
"what madness is it."
"Those weapons they were not abandoned here."
"There owners met their end here."
Out in the distance on the gigantic pillar .
Hundreds of thousands of bodies hung on the pillar pinned to it by the weapons.
From their bodies a river of blood flowed on the pillar dyeing it crimson.
Run
Just run.
Only that thought remained.
At any time other than this he was a person fascinated by mysteries and the Deep thirst for knowledge about the past.
But what good is that knowledge if he was going to get him struck like them.
"From fighting those ugly tentacles to standing in a grave yard."
neither alive nor dead just suffering for up to who knows when.
he was not someone who is going to die to fulfill his goal.
His eyes frettingly searched for a place to hide or escape away.
but the fog was thick .
Now low muffled screams rose in the surroundings.
Through the fog he moved away from the pillar .
the more steps he took more his head throbbed.
"ha ha"
his breath felt heavy like it was slowly melting into the fog.
His body no longer moved as he liked.
Now even the world was tilting side ways.
"ha , ha ha ha "
Now slowly but surely his disease as flaring up.
'why all of a sudden now'
'It would always come in weeks if not months.'
'But why now.'
Some thing wet tricked down from the side of his face.
Now even his vision was dyed red.
Slowly but surely sleep was coming to claim him, Binding him in its chains even tighter than last time.
But the sleep.
"THE BOY WHO DREAMS"
It never came.
what came was a voice from the front