Wolven: The beginning Chapter 3

Chapter 3



Derek and Brooke approached the building’s door, Derek reached out and grabbed the bar tugging roughly as the metal groaned and grumbled in strain. Their group hadn’t gone into this building yet, there were hundreds of rooms, hundreds of corridors, and Derek doubted if they’d ever get to explore every room. Derek led Brooke inside, leaving the metal door open to spread some light inside as they walked along the concrete floor. The pipes above their head creaked and the echoes of their footsteps made the hair on the backs of their necks stand on end.



They walked along a long hallway, metal pipes surrounded them, and sun peeked through small holes spread throughout the hall, making seeing barely manageable until their eyes adjusted. As they walked, Derek’s mind was a thousand miles away, it swirled with the memories of his nightmare, the strange color of the sky as they grew closer to the steelyard, and now, a new building they haven’t explored yet, they didn’t have Zack or Michael with them now, just Brooke, and him, alone. Derek’s thoughts changed suddenly, he was alone with the girl of his dreams in a place where they felt on top of the world. What if something happened between them? What if they kissed?



Derek shook his head free of thoughts in time to see a door to his right. It was painted a red, the paint long faded and was beginning to peel, the sign next to the thick door read “Locker Room”. Derek stopped and turned to face Brooke, “Come on, let’s check this out.” Brooke nodded, smiling. Derek reached to the knob, gripping its cold metal her turned it and the latch pulled back as Derek pushed the door open, the two of them walking into the room.



As soon as they opened the door a wall of stench pounded into them, a thick foul smell that poured from the room. Brooke recoiled, leaping back and covering her mouth and nose. "Dear God, what the hell is that smell?" She cried out, her voice muffled by her hands. Derek stiffen at the smell but didn't pull back, he knew the stench, he had gone hunting enough to know the smell of death. Derek stepped further into the room, as he passed through the door way the stench intenisifed, and with each step further Derek fought through walls of increasing stench. He reached outward with his hand to the wall, his fingers relaying all of the rooms structure to himas they scathed acorss the cold surface. His fingers reached what he was looking for, and they flipped the light switch.

Derek leaped back as the room was illuminated. Blood covered the walls, the celing, the lockers and benches of the men who used to work here, and blood was splattered across the floor, but a clotted pool was centered around a body, hanging in mid-air. The body was suspended with strands of the corpses own flesh, the strands somehow attatched to the walls and celing to keep the body up. Derek's eyes went wide in shock, Brooke cried out at the sight of the dead man. Derek breathed deeply and stepped forward into the room despite the ever increasing smeel of death. His shoes reached the blood sprayed across the floor, his shoes pressing into the blood, causing small ripples through the puddle. Derek stopped just short of the man, he looked at the man's cloths and face, deep cuts gouged through the man, the wounds had long clotted however.

Derek saw the man's name tag; his name was Bill, Derek raised one eye brow and reached forward to the man's breast pocket. There was an outline of a rechtangle. Derek reached into the man's pocket and pulled out a sliver lighter. He examined the lighter, a symbol of a flame engraved into the metal. Derek slid the lighter into his pocket, "No crimes against the dead." He spoke breathlessly. Derek looked down and saw a clipboard covered in blood, from the man's casual clothing and name tag, he could tell the man didn't used to work here. Derek turned back to Brooke, she was shaking in the doorway, her eyes still wide in terror of the man suspended by his own strands of flesh and muscle. Derek backed away, his eyes lowered as he reached the doorway, pushing Brooke back gently so he could turn the light in the room off and close the large metal door. He pushed the door completely shut, his eyes closed in sorrow and disbelief. That man, Bill, was dead for at least half a day, most likely much much more. He turned to see Brooke against the wall, tears rolling slowly down her cheeks. Derek walked over to her and grasped her hands, pulling them away form her face and holding her close.

Brooke buried her head in Derek's shoulder sobbing heavily, her tears being absorbed into his shirt. Derek closed his eyes and rested his head on hers. He grimaced and opened his eyes, looking down the metal hall. He sighed and began to close his eyes again. A loud crash caused Derek's eyes to fly open. Derek turned his head back to the door he had just closed. He released Brooke and turned toward the door. He eyed it cautiously when another crash sounded out from behind the door, the door itself shaking. Derek appraoched the door cautiously, placing his hand on the door. Brooke had looked up, a worried and terrified expression on her face. The door rattled again, followed by a loud crash inside the room. Derek leaped back, landing in front of Brooke. "Let's get out of here." Brooke said quietly. Derek nodded and grasped her hand firmly in his, turning toward the way they came and pulling her toward the entrance.

They moved quickly, the door still ratteling behind them followed by crashes, each crash growing louder. As they approached the door they had entered through, pies borke and crashed to the floor in front of the door, fallen due to a downward force. Derek and Brooke stopped, wide eyed and scared. Derek felt that whatever had pushed the bars down was not their friend. "Brooke," he whispered, "Yeah?" She whispered back, nearly breathlessly, "run." He spoke and Brooke nodded turning and taking off down the metal hall, her steps echoing throughout the halls and crashing along, waking the groaning metal all around them. Derek leaned down and grabbed one of the bars that had fallen, steam poured out of the bars in the celing, making it difficult to see. Derek peered through the steam, and saw what had caused the bars to fall.