Beast Alpha and His Cursed Luna
Chapter 124: A labyrinth of cycle

Chapter 124: A labyrinth of cycle

VALENCIA’S POV

Darkness. Everywhere I was looking, I could only see darkness.

The environment around me was so dark that it was making me question if I had even opened my eyes yet. Was I really looking at something or were these just my thoughts?

Tip. Tap. Tip. Tap.

The sound of liquid dropping on the ground echoed from somewhere around me. I narrowed my eyes.

Did Carl leave the tap half-turned again? This guy never listens, I swear.

How many times have I asked him to check things before leaving the bathroom?

I turned around to walk towards the source of water, hoping I would find a switch for light as I tapped on the walls, not even sure which corner of the room I was standing at.

Ssssss...

A hissing sound of something creepy right behind me echoed, and I turned around hastily, my hand reaching out for the dagger on my waist that I keep with myself even when I sleep.

The dagger wasn’t there.

I looked at my waist, but it was impossible to even see my own legs.

Something was definitely wrong here. Even if it was nighttime, I should be able to see just enough. Aren’t our pupils supposed to dilate and give us a better view of things in darkness?

’Isn’t this creepy?’ Someone whispered in my ears, the cold air fanning my cheeks, making a shudder run down my spine as I nearly shrieked, trying to stay away from just anything and everything.

"H-hey, if this is some kind of joke because of what happened, y-you guys must know that this isn’t funny anymore," I stuttered, trying to find anything that I could use as a weapon against myself.

However, no matter how much I moved my hands or legs, nothing came in contact with my limbs.

What was going on? Our apartment was nearly packed with all kinds of stuff.

’Isn’t it creepy?’ The voice this time sounded in my left ear, and I froze in my place.

N-no. This couldn’t be. My body was almost plastered on the wall with my left side completely touching the wall.

Then how was someone able to whisper into my ear at that kind of angle?

’Why don’t you answer me?’ The voice came again, and I shut my eyes close, covering my ears to stop hearing these voices that were getting on my nerves now.

"Yes! Fucking yes! It’s creepy and I am scared! Get the hell out of my face and out of here," I shouted as loudly as I could.

Dead silence.

That was exactly what I received after screaming like that and I breathed a sigh of relief. However, that moment was cut short as the sound of someone banging on the door echoed, making my heart almost leap out of my chest.

"Open the door! He is after me! Please! Help me," Someone shouted from the other side and I gulped.

I could not move. And it wasn’t because I didn’t know where exactly the door of this room was, no. It was because the person who was shouting outside that door was me. I could sense it easily, not to mention the voice.

How can I be in two different places at the same time?

Something was terribly wrong with this place.

Without thinking twice, I started to follow the sound of where that water dripping was echoing, hoping to find just anything real in this darkness that felt like a labyrinth waiting for its Minotaur.

I kept following, feeling like there was no end to it.

However, after what felt like an eternity I finally felt like I was standing in front of the source.

I bent down a little, extending my hand to feel the tap that I could turn to stop the dripping water.

However, my hand came in contact with the dripping liquid instead, and I realized something. It wasn’t water.

Though there was no smell coming out of that liquid, I knew it wasn’t water because of the thickness of it around my hands.

"What the -" I widened my eyes when I felt something rushing towards me in full force. Before I could react, someone pushed me from behind, forcing my face into that liquid.

I widened my eyes as I tried to grab the edge of the container to push backward and save myself, but no matter how hard I tried, it appeared practically impossible.

But what was even more horrifying was the fact that I knew there wasn’t a real person who was doing this to me.

It was just a force, I wasn’t feeling any hand or anything around me.

After what felt like an eternity but was only a few seconds that made me feel like I would perish in this dream, I was finally able to push back against the force and quickly got up to run.

"Someone help me!" I shouted as I kept running in a random direction, unsure if I was even running in some kind of corridor or if it was just a large hall with no end.

Beep beep beep.

The sound echoed and suddenly the lights were turned on.

It wasn’t a bright light that was there to lighten up everything and help me see things clearly.

It was a red light.

I looked around at the scene in front of me in horror.

Dead decaying bodies were lying in front of me. Coyotes were eating the flesh from those dead bodies.

Some of them had rotten so much that maggots were moving on them, and I widened my eyes as I felt like puking everything I had eaten earlier.

However, the fear of these coyotes hearing me kept me still, and I took a deep shaky breath to control my emotions.

I stepped back, running into another corridor to save myself. I kept running and running and couldn’t help but feel a sense of Deja vu when I saw a door in front of me.

I gulped and walked to the door with trembling hands.

I opened the door, and just like I had guessed, there was a water body in front of me, the waterbody which was actually made up of blood.

And if this was happening and things were coming back to the last dream I saw, just like the other three dreams I saw recently, it could only mean one thing.

I turned around and just like I had guessed, a puddle of blood suddenly appeared in front of me at some distance.

I watched, less scared this time because it was something that had been happening for the last two more dreams too.

The blood suddenly started to take the form of a transparent person.

’So you are not afraid of me anymore?’ The person asked me and I was about to reply with how he wasn’t phasing me anymore, but before I could do that, he clicked his fingers and the walls suddenly crumbled down, making me watch in surprise as I saw two men tied to the wall through chains, blood dripping from their toes.

"Jonathan! Dylan!" I shouted as I rushed towards them to help them.

However, I couldn’t move too much. I noticed the path ended at some distance from that wall, and it was as if something triggered that person, he clicked his fingers again.

I gasped as more people started to appear. 10? 100? 1000? No. There were probably millions of them as their blood collected and... Was that what was forming that river?

’Like what you see? Now come to me so that I can show you real heaven. I will show you how bad I can be,’ the blood puddle person said and I gulped.

’S-stay away from me. What do you want? What did I ever do to you?’ I asked, and the person chuckled, the kind of chuckle that makes you rethink your life entirely.

’I want your blood,’ he said before he rushed towards me and my eyes widened.

I turned around and started running to save my life.

Seeing another door in front of me which was not the same as that ocean door, I felt hope brewing in my heart as I rushed to it and started banging the door.

"Open the door! He is after me! Please! Help me," I shouted and realization dawned upon me.

Snap!

I looked around, finding myself in the same darkness.

Wa... Was I stuck in some kind of labyrinth?

~~~~~

"Valencia! Wake up damn it!" I felt a hard slap on my face out of nowhere and I fell to the ground, the haze of darkness finally clearing from my head.

I opened my eyes, my gaze meeting with Carl, who was probably the person who slapped me and I looked around.

"I... what’s wrong?" I asked, trying to sit up.

However, as soon as my gaze landed on the blood around me, I knew something bad happened.

"Alina, is she okay?" I widened my eyes in horror, afraid I hurt her in my sleep.

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