Prologue
486 Words
Adrenaline floods my system, it pumps and beats like it’s trying to escape. I think my heart will explode and my eyes are wide with fear. My body wants to either run fast for the safety of the hills or to the crate of weaponry, but instead I remain where I am. Let's face it, there is really only one thing I can do: Pray no one kills me. I want to take one great leap off the pressure plate and run to safety. My adrenaline surges so fast I almost vomit, I can taste saliva thickening in my throat and beads of sweat trickling down my brow. At some point I'll have to move, and I’ll have to live with what I get. And all I get is a black jumpsuit, one weapon, a backpack of stuff, and meal pin so people know when I die...
I tell myself that the fear is simply brain chemicals, my amygdala pinged, and then I try to analyse the situation as I may without it. I try to imagine it from the outside, as if it were a game and not real life. Then I ask myself what my Avatar should do. It helps me to make better choices. But I knew that this was the game I needed to play and win if I needed to go back to real life. I had no choice.
This fear is my challenge and my demon to slay, for it will come until I do, unannounced and gnarly. The only way out is to order this brain to function, to demand solutions instead of this crazy-making circling anxiety. So though it feels as if my bones have no more strength and my muscles are all out of power, I still have the option to remain still, to be quiet enough to choose how to fight.
Because I had absolutely freaking no idea that I would have to deal with the worst monster of all times, and that I would land in a game of which I had no clue at all. And the monster, which could be said as Hades’ pet, could smell my fear.
My hands tremble and my eyes water as I reach my hand towards the door knob. Something was behind there and it was anything but good. My body feels hot and sweat starts trickling down my neck. I grip it tightly and twist it. With every move I make, I get more and more terrified. My breath quickens as I hear the creaking of the door. Suddenly everything is silent and behind the door is just darkness. Once I see that there's nothing there my tense body relaxes. This is what facing your fears feels like.
And the then the stink fills the entire room and I almost gag as I can make out the teeth of the creature which was standing in the dark.
It was the Kraken.
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