This is a short story assessment I did for my English class. I’m thinking of lengthening it, because I think it has potential. Enjoy.

The End

“Here I am tied in chains, hung above a large black cauldron filled to the rim with boiling hot water. The  steam, its burning me…the heat…it burns…I’ve got to get out of here. My mouth is gagged full with a cotton cloth – dotted with spots of stained blood and dripping with my saliva – and its muffling my screams for help.  A-A-Am I going to die here?? No…no. I can’t die, not now. My time has not yet come. The footsteps. The sounds. They’re getting louder. He’s coming…No…NOOO!”.

We were arriving at the castle. The helicopters blades were spinning at an alarming rate and the resulting wind caused by sleek black leather jacket and flap repetitively to and fro. I squinted to prevent the wind from entering my eyes, which would indefinitely ruin my eyesight temporarily. The copter began its descent towards the tall grey structure that was Jax’s HQ.

We’ve been looking for him for many years, and now finally our efforts have come to fruition. As the air-vehicle approached the grey tarmac I leaped out and rolled through a rather large, grey puddle. To my knowledge, Jax has in his possession a weather machine that causes rough 24/7 torrential rain within a 5 mile radius of his HQ. Possibly to ward off those who aren’t fond of rain? However, I took no notice of it and continued my mission “We’re landing, Eps.” notes the pilot. Eps. That’s me.

With said rain splashing frantically off my jacket and clothes, I hurried towards the castle to avoid getting more wet than I already was. The entrance was marked by a tall thick re-enforced steel door that could only be opened with a special voice activation key. Luckily, I came prepared with a voice recording of Jax; of which I had obtained in a past mission, but that’s another story.

I reached out towards the door with my thumb on the play button. I pressed down softly, and the following sound came from the voice recorder: “Inciro Namata”. I still have no idea what that means, but it did the job. As the door swung open I waltzed into the castle to continue my mission.

There was a long corridor that had numerous doors on either side of it. I knew I had to enter each door and search whatever was on the other side; I was searching for Jax after all. He’s not your average enemy and can be very elusive.

I’ve searched every door so far except these last two. So far I’ve only managed to find: disgusting rotting corpses hung upside down in various rooms, lots of storage rooms, 2 armouries and the rest were empty; pending further improvement I presume. Just need to open this door…

Empty…Grr. I fear the last door is going to contain Jax and his Cheese Monster goonie, “Che”. Which isn’t going to be good seeing as they both have the same fighting strength as me, 2 against 1 is not a fair fi- I got hit on the head…I’m blacking out…Euurgghh…*Falls on the floor*.

I awake in a room, maybe a kitchen of some sort. I’m bound in chains and rope and my mouth is gagged with an apple, as if I was a meal. I’m hanging above a cauldron of boiling hot water. Che…he’s stirring the cauldron. I think he’s trying to…cook me? This isn’t good. I’ve got to get out of here. Now.

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