World Forged In Hell

Part 1:Origin

  Mike had just woken up to the sound of ringing from his alarm clock. An abrupt and invasive noise that rings through his head even after smashing the button down."Ring ring..ring ring".
  A smog covers the city of Tampa today on april 13th 2021. Mike drags himself out of bed grabbing the first thing he can see and putting it on. A grey hoodie and black Jean's fit over his lanky body like a king size sheet on a double bed. Consuming him, he had lost alot of weight since his injury, he shattered both his arms in a car accident, and since then he's completely stopped working out. Hes been healed for months now but his motivation is gone Mike's days consist of slugging through each event in the order they come. Mike puts on his shoes, black high top converse hes had since junior year of high school.
  Mike opens the door to leave his small apartment, one bedroom, one bathroom and a small kitchen. Mike walks out and begins to go to the elevator before noticing a out of order sign. "Damn, 13 flights of stairs you've gotta be fucking kidding"- Mike sighs. He begins to pace down the stairs and the sound begins to resonate in his head, each footstep he takes on perfect beat."tap,tap...tap,tap"- Mike mumbles. He always catches himself getting lost in things that repeat the consistency of the patterns seems to bring him an odd peace. Mike gets down three sets of stairs before a sudden shaking begins to worry him. The building under him begins to immediately collapse and cave in on itself... then it stops, and everything is normal again. Mike feels his heartbeat skyrocketing and then it just suddenly goes back to normal, he has accepted his illusions "it's not real"- Mike repeats. "None of it's real". "None, none... None, none" Mike is calm again.
Mike reaches the bottom of the stairs before taking a bus and heading to his job he promised wouldnt last more then a year at Lowe's, he swore he would go to school but some things never happen. Mike begins to do the same thing as normal stacking the boards to an odd beat in his head. The music of silence interrupted every few seconds with the crash of a board being thrown down onto a pile of other boards. A new noise like a vacuum rings throughout the store before everything on the shelf in front of him crashes down. Mike is stuck now, under a large pile of 2x4's. A large red hand bashes through the pile of boards a disgusting amalgamation of bone and muscle grabs Mike by his face hard bone pressed against his eye and a stringy red meat covers his nose and mouth before he feels his head be crushed into the ground, followed by the rest of his body. "Throb,Throb...Throb,Throb". Mike's body felt completely shattered he couldnt move a muscle and his vision was blurred but he could still see the shape of the grotesque red creature. It looked like a mix of a bear and an ape and it was gigantic it towered over Mike it looked almost 11 foot tall.
         Mike's vision went black.