A Dark Descent

The Descent: Part 2

     As I fall, all I think about is her. How I failed her, how I can't get to her because I am probably going to die from this. For what seemed like hours, I fell. I was falling so long, I didn't know what time it was, I didn't know if my parents knew I was gone. I'm jarred from my thoughts when I hit the water. I resurfaced, and looked around frantically. My stuff was gone, the room I was in now was lit by torches. The walls were emitting a smoke, only this smoke was not normal. It was black, for one, and whenever it touched me, it burned. It felt like someone was pouring acid on my skin. 

     I get out of the water onto a small platform that is ibn the room, and get a good look at the room. Above me, I see where I came from. There's an air vent about 100 feet above me, there is a door on the far end of the room, and thee ceiling is... well. A cave. Behind me, there are crates, all of them sealed. I haven't a clue as to hat is in them, nor do I want to know, as they are seeping blood. There is blood everywhere in this hell on earth, I just noticed that. Why is there so much blood? 

    I see a figure come out of the water, landing in front of the door across from me. They're in a dark robe, hood on their head, and they're completely dry. The figure turns and looks at me, and I see what the being is. They are not human, at least not anymore.. Their head is a skull with the same black smoke falling from their eye sockets, and their bottom jaw is missing. It looks me in the eye, at least I think it does, and I get hit by a wave of nausea. My vision blacks out, the last thing I see is the creature coming towards me, picking me up, and taking me to a dark, dark place.

----------------------Sub ratione homines moriemini-------------------

    I wake up, and see her on a cross. She's unconscious, and what looks to be a scythe sits in the corner. A man walks in the room, wearing the same dark robes that thing was wearing. "Hello, young man. How did you find this place?" The man's voice is deep, and soothing. It's almost like silk, in tone. "I-I was trying to find her..." The man walks up to me, looks me in the eyes with a set of cold, black eyes, his skin starch white. He walks over to the scythe, picking it up. "Looks like you'll have to be a reaper too." With that, the man swings the scythe at me, hitting me in the head.