Fate Of The Twelve (Completed)

Chapter 32: Agony

           The place was a maze as I jogged along, steadily closing in to Ryouta who still kept on running.

         Amazingly, I didn't pant nor sweat, in fact, I didn't feel a single feeling of fatigue even after a long run, but maybe, it was just because I was in a memory which meant I was simply not using my physical body.

      As we were still continuing along, slowly reducing the pace and now walking along, Ryouta had finally calmed down yet his eyes were puffy and red, symbolizing that he did cry.

        I wanted to comfort him. Really I did since I can now grasp some things but I knew it would be to no vain since he won't be able to hear me. This was just a memory, possibly his.

        Suddenly, he stopped, his head turned to the right and I followed his gaze, finding a large black door which was in front of us. It was gigantic and from it, I was feeling a strange vibe... A strange sensation.

       It was like I could hear whispers that I couldn't comprehend and understand, coming from behind the doors and it was creepy but anyways, I was still drawn to the place, like it was urging me to push the door open and follow the imaginary voices.

       "They said I am not allowed to enter here. I would be punished if I was found out but...." I can hear Ryouta mumbling to himself, but it seemed that he was just as curious as me.

       His little hand pushed the doors a jar slowly, taking a peek as if he was checking if anybody was inside and I did the same.

      My forehead creased. I see nothing at all special in this place, other than that, no one seemed to be inside as of the moment and Ryouta took that advantage and finally entered inside with me following before he closed the door after him while I passed through him like a ghost.

       I looked around the room. Nothing seemed to be strange but just as I said earlier, the place was creeping me out, there was also a faint putrid strange scent that makes my stomach churned but when I looked above... A scream tore it's way out of my throat.

      Up there, bodies wrapped in cloths from head to toe hung inside glass cages.

       Beside me, I can see Ryouta, just as horror struck as I am.

        "W-what is----" words failed him as his eyes were stuck on the bodies hanging from the ceiling.

         We stared in horror, our eyes glued to the gruesome sight where that faint putrid smell came from.

         What is this? Who were those people? What were these bodies doing here? Why are they here?

      I whimpered inaudibly when Ryouta flew upwards, muttering something about a voice he heard. I didn't want to follow but something drew me in and the curiosity was too intense to ignore.

        I felt myself and willed what they called wings as I slowly rose into the air and flew upwards, following the kid version of Ryouta.

       He particularly flew towards one which was near the center. Judging by the wrapped petite body, which was bound in bandages from head to toe, it was a female...

         I looked at Ryouta who was staring at it in wonder and I saw his small hand, slowly reaching forward to touch the glass cage.

          I sighed and at the same time, we touched the glass cage, a blinding light enveloping us...