My Entry to the 48-hour Challenge prompt to Twenty-One Pilots' "Jumpsuit". 03/03/2021
Even though everyone told me to stay away.
Not caring about all the disappearances that are rumoured in the area.
Not knowing those rumours are true...
I was driving my car, going to the mysterious cliffs next to the rivers. Rumours of a murderous cult flowing around my town. But it doesn't scare me. As an explorer, I will travel all kinds of land, ocean, mountain or valley. Not long later, it started to get cold. I looked to the passenger seat and grabbed the only clothing I brought with me in the car. My Jumpsuit. I put it on over my t-shirt.
I arrived at my destination, the bottom of the cliffs, next to the shallow river filled with smooth rocks. The slow current drifting through. I walked over to the river, only for my view to black-out as something hit me on the back of my neck...
I woke up, feeling cold, wet, hungry, dizzy, as the water flows around me. The sky is grey, with no hint of sunlight passing through. The sound of burning and the smell of burning leather strikes my sense, jolting me from my subconscious daydreaming. I looked around to see my car burning. My car!
I look around and see nobody and nothing that would be able to make fire. Then everything that happened shot me like a bullet. I'm lost and stranded, with no transportation, in an area that is said to be full of bloodthirsty cultists. I started to panic, so I started taking long breaths to calm down. I took my phone to call for help, only to see it malfunctioning because of the water. I said some profanities and planned to explore where I am.
I looked up, to see a masked person with a club. I assumed that was what knocked me out. I was about to shout when another person came to view.
Then two came out...
The numbers gradually increased as the masked people came to view from the top of the two cliffs. When it stopped, it's like time stopped. Only the sound of flowing water can be heard. My feet are numb from the cold. No one on the cliffs moved or made a sound.
Every masked figure simultaneously looked in the same direction.
I followed their gaze.
I saw a red-hooded figure coming in my direction on a white horse.
Clickity-clack Clickity-clack Clickity-clack
The horse stopped a few dozen feet away from me. The figure riding it dismounted. Analysing the face that I see, I noticed that the figure is not masked and is an elderly man. I had no idea what to do as he approached me. In a few seconds, the man is just a foot away. I feel the urge to do something, anything. But with people watching us like a pack of stalking lions, I can't bring myself to.
Slowly his hands, tinted black, approached my neck. He rubbed something on it and said, "Join us, child. Follow our beautiful ways, and abandon your unholy ways of life."
As an explorer, I couldn't help be relieved by this offer and obliged. He nodded and gestured me to follow him. I walked as he mounted his horse and rode slowly. I looked up at the cliffs to see that everyone disappeared.
After a few minutes, we exited the valley between the two cliffs. Another few minutes, we arrived at a beautifully organized and flowered village. People roaming about, farming, playing, talking. All of them wearing cloaks and visible masks. But all this stopped when one noticed me. Then, like a chain reaction, adults, children, all of them, started to stare. I couldn't help feel unnerved.
"Follow me to the coronation room," The man said. I followed him into the biggest hut in the village.
But when I entered, it's like everything had changed. The walls were lined with bones that look human. Skulls were hanged upon the boned walls. There was a pile of flesh that I didn't want to know what flesh it is. There were two nude people, both covered in blood. One a man, the other a woman. The man seemed to have no life in his eyes, but the woman upon seeing you wheezed, "Run.... These people.... are brainwashed... don't let them... get to you... too."
I could feel my heart beating faster and harder as I looked at the bloodied nude figures, the interior of the building, and the red hooded hag. Then I just noticed there were others in the room, all wearing the same red cloak my escort wears.
Suddenly, the red-hooded cultist pointed at you. "Capture him"
I didn't think, I just barged through the door to the outside world.
I dodged people as I kept running.
Spears were thrown from the soldiers I passed.
The neighbourhood ended there, where there is green plains.
As suddenly as I ran, I stopped. Almost falling off the cliff. This was one of the cliffs I looked up to from the river. I was about to run back, when I saw myself trapped in a semicircle of masked soldiers. The red-cloaked hag came forward, splitting the line. "You tried to escape, the punishment is death and torture."
I thought about the two blood-covered figures in the coronation room and thought about the impossible chances of surviving the fall. The only protective clothing I wore was my jumpsuit. I thought to myself, "If I'm going to die either way, I'd rather it quick."
I jumped down the cliff, hugging myself.
Time seems to slow down as I saw the ground approach.
A white light appeared, shining onto my eyes.
I whispered to myself "Jumpsuit, cover me." Before the white engulfed everything I see...