Goal of the day: 739 words. Written: 751.
A moment later, we were in the hall. It was a large, round room with a high ceiling (compared to my bedroom and the corridor) and a wide hole in the middle. A hole in the floor and a hole in the ceiling above it. Through this hole in the ceiling there was also a yellowish light, and I could hear the rhythmic rustling a little better.
- What now? - I asked, stepping out of James' way.
James said nothing for a moment and flew closer to the hole. He turned around dumbly and finally said:
- And you really don't remember anything... I thought they were joking...
"They?"
- They? - I didn't understand.
- They," he repeated, "well, the government. People and other creatures above. My job is to take you to the weapons room, where you will find your weapon and be today's entertainment.
My head hurts even more.
- What? Hell, are you going to explain what's going on here or not??
- Please don't be nervous, I am not responsible for your knowledge and I am only doing my duty. And really, I don't think I can tell you any more. I'm sorry.
- How can it not say anything? After all, you started it! Can't you finish? The armoury? Entertainment?? - I shook my head.
- Sorry, I've already said too much. There is a fine line between a side character and one of the main characters. And if your story, with memory loss, starts here... well, it will end soon. I'm not responsible.
- Oh my God, come on! You can! - I shrugged.
James flew closer to the hole in the floor. I just looked around the hall - there weren't many other exits apart from these holes and the doorway we came through. But knowing that the last door I used didn't have a handle - you wouldn't know.
James did not stop at the edge of the hole and slowly flew towards the middle of it. I looked behind me, for goodness' sake, looking for a hidden door. There wasn't one.
James stopped in the middle of the hole. And said:
- Good luck.
* * *
"Oh my God, he's jumped in there!"
Before I could say it, James fell down into the darkness of the hole and disappeared. I rushed a step closer to the hole, but stopped immediately - I wasn't even sure why I was scared at all. I had heard somewhere that it is natural to be afraid of falling, even babies are afraid of falling, but again I couldn't remember who said that, where or when.
"I'm sick of it all."
I looked around, wondering what to do, as no sound or anything else from the hole reached me.
"Shall I call Jacob?"
But the dilemma was solved by the environment itself. There was a loud creak in the doorway through which we entered, and when I looked, there was no exit to the corridor. A moment more and a thud from somewhere upstairs broke the rustle. It went dark, and instead of light, there was a loud ringing.
- James? - I whispered, probably quieter than I should have.
A moment later, objects were splashed through a hole in the ceiling. I couldn't believe it - guns were raining down from the hole at the top! Knives, axes, swords, some more sticks and some more...
And the downpour of weapons has not stopped.
"What now?"
Before I could even take a breath, the environment solved it again. Something crumpled, like a big whale's stomach. The floor shook...
I looked up and saw... I took a breath of air.
"Are you serious...?"
- We told you to take the gun, girl," a woman's voice came through the din, sounding as if she was joking.
...And the walls of the hall were slowly closing in on me, narrowing the round hall towards the tornado of weapons in the middle. In this one, the guns continued to fall without stopping.
- What's up!? - I exclaimed. Actually, I might have even screamed.
I looked around. I didn't see an exit. I rushed to the walls of the room, crashed into them, and they moved on... There were only about seven steps between the walls and what seemed to be an abyss, or at least a metal storm.
"Things are moving faster here than they should be!"
- Damn," I cursed. The woman's voice didn't respond. Six steps between me and the hole.
"First it's calm, calm, I don't remember anything, and now...!"
- You want me to take the gun? From this tornado? With my bare hands!? - I shouted at the ceiling. Five steps to go, and already the echo of clanging metal began to bounce off the surrounding walls. The whole cacophony became total chaos, like a nightmare!
"A nightmare! Yes. It's just a dream. Wake up!"
I closed my eyes tightly. The headache was becoming unbearable.
I opened my eyes. Four and a half steps. I still haven't woken up.
- Go fuck yourselves! - I yelled.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAarrrrghhhhh!"
I pushed my hand away from the wall, I took those three and a half steps... And I put my hand in the gun safe.
* * *
I suddenly stuck my hand in, trying to grasp something and quickly pull it out. But what. It doesn't matter. If I'm told I need a gun, and here they're trying to kill me in another way... Well, at worst I'll at least try.
To be honest, I didn't think much during this manoeuvre. I just got excited, I screamed in my head (or was it out loud?) and... I missed. Something bumped into my hand, stung it and I immediately pulled it out.
Four steps. From my back to the wall - three and a crumb.
- Blet! - I cursed again. I shook my hand, shaking off the pain. I looked at the hole at the top - just darkness with falling weapons. Same thing at the bottom.
I've started again. I closed my eyes. I exhaled from my breathing lungs and... I stuck my hand in and quickly caught something!
...Blade in the palm of the hand.
"OH MY GOD, THE HIGH LORD!"
- Aaah! - I exclaimed, quickly pulling my hand back.
I don't know what I had caught, but I let it go back into the whirlpool out of fright and pain, and it made a long gash across my palm. A few drops of blood dripped on the ground. I touched the wound with my fingers, it stung, but the bleeding did not stop.