The Wrong Thing

Darkness

Three Days Later...

The outside was a dull gray and the name, Rebel, was in large letters above the entrance. The place smelled like cigarettes and metal, and as I made my way to the back the tattoo artists stared at me, shocked.

I kept moving and pushed open the door at the far end of the parlor. I took light steps as I passed through, silently reminding myself to be quick on my feet. I stood in the middle of a long corridor my only choices, left or right. The lights above flickered every few seconds, creating shadows at every corner.

I ran down the right end of the corridor and turned left. I placed the palm of my hand on the inner wall as I made my way through the maze, feeling the smooth surface of the concrete. I was close. After another turn I felt a piece of the wall missing, and knew I'd reached my destination.

I put my hand in the piece of missing wall and pulled, opening a door to nothing but black. Stepping through, I heard shallow breathing around the room.

I closed the door behind me sealing the exit. This was what Kenzie had hoped for, the chance to finally kill me.