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Nowhere: 1
By : FelixMcKadden
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I’m drenched in sweat and aching, but that doesn’t stop the desire for more. Despite the burn in my muscles, I continue my set of push-ups. Why does this feel so normal? Well, I suppose it could be normal. I was fit when I came here so it makes sense that I must have been taking care of myself.
I hear the front door open and the bastard shouts out happily, “Vegeta!”
"In here!” I call back, finishing my rep before rising to get the door. Luckily, I had decided to do so because he slams the door open where I had been moments before. I’m not sure what pisses me off more: the fact that he could have hurt me or the complete disregard of privacy and etiquette.
I'm angry at him, so what should I do? I let loose and spit on him.
"Igittigit!" he yells while wiping the saliva off onto his coat, "What was that for, 'Geta?"
"Kakarot, what I'm about to say is so direly important that I'm only going to say it once. Never call me that again."
"Why? It's so cuuute," he croons.
I loudly prepare to gob him again, and he raises his arms in surrender. I turn and aim for the nearby ashtray instead. "There's more where that came from," I warn before leaning over to grab a towel from the floor.
Suddenly, his voice pipes up, "You have a great ass."
Instead of mopping my face as intended, I snap the towel at him to stop his teasing, "So what if I do? What do you want? You marched in here calling my name."
His grin turns sly, "Baby, I wanna call out your name if you know what I mean."
I clench my teeth so hard I think I may break something. My patience for his bullshit is at an end today. Four counts within a minute is well beyond my limit, so I do the only thing that seems appropriate and make a swing at his groin. Unfortunately, he seemed to anticipate such an action, and he jumps out of the way just in time.
"Alright, alright. You’re not in the mood, I get it. What I really wanted is for you to come with me. I found something."
The lilt in his voice is annoying, but getting out of the flat has a strong appeal. The entertainment value is poor within these scant cubic metres. "Very well, show me," I say as I grab a jacket and follow him out the door. He doesn't bother to lock it as he has nothing of real value in his flat. Anything he owns can be stolen, or so he's told me. In fact, he hopes for it. That way, he can go out and steal nicer things.
We go down the stairs, passing some familiar and unfamiliar faces on the way. We come to the landlord who says, "Slap me some skin." Kakarot leaps into the air and, when coming down, smacks his palm against the man's. He turns to me expectantly and I lightly clap our hands. "Your friend is a pussy," this guy says to my host. I growl and bring my hand down hard. "OW! Fuck!" the overweight man yells, shaking his hand and blowing on it.
"Yo, I didn't mean nothin' by it,” I do the best impression of a troubled-individual-from-the-slums stereotype as I can.
"It's alright," he says, "Maybe you're not such a queer, unlike my man here." He gestures to Kakarot who just looks embarrassed, yet flattered. The landlord laughs.
"So you are gay," I say flatly.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not," he replies coyly. Bastard.
I return to our descent, not carefully examining my words before I speak them, "I never get a straight answer out of you." He chortles at this comment for obvious reasons. A severe look is enough to quiet him.
Kakarot says goodbye to his buddy-landlord and we continue on outside and down the street, avoiding the splashes of water from the cars. I used to like rainy days, but now I don't think I can stand to see another one for a long, long time.
We walk a few kilometres, I think. I let my mind wander the entire journey.
"Check this out," he says while opening a single, nondescript door on the backside of a building. Inside, there is nothing visible to the eye. Light just fades after a metre or so. I cock my head back and forth in an effort to make my eyes adjust.
"So?" I say, reaching in to feel around. The air is cooler inside, which doesn't surprise me. Between the rain and the ground level it was due to be an uncomfortable temperature.
"So?" he mocks, "So it's not in the blueprints. That's so."
Wow, not in the blueprints. Big deal. Has he never heard of renovations?
He hooks his arm around mine and drags me to the door, "Let's check it out!" I'm about to protest when we land inside.
It's oddly quiet in here, and our feet make little sound against the hard ground. He releases his hold on me, and I look around blindly. I wonder what type of flooring was used to have such an effect. I head back towards the door and run my hand across the wall. It's soft, almost ashen, and my fingertips hesitate as I'm unable to ascertain my response to this. My touch stutters before resuming my search for the light switch. On this barren wall, I note, "No light switch."
"Odd, isn't it?" Kakarot replies, his form silhouetted in the dim light from the door.
"Perhaps there's an overhead pull chain," I suggest, but boredom is creeping in and I try to place it in my intonation so that Kakarot will get the message and decide to end this silly expedition.
He wanders off into the darkness and I wait for him. I quickly become impatient.
"I want to leave, Kakarot!" I shout, but the only sound that returns is a faint repetition: "I want to leave, Kakarot!"
What is he doing? Trying to play hide and seek? I choose the direction I last saw him in and angrily stride into the darkness. After a moment, I grow weary of his games and I break into a run
My feet pound the ground and I am very, very upset right now. What was he planning on finding here? It's an abandoned storage facility and nothing more. A growl bubbles in my throat, but never makes it to the air. Before it could, I came to the realisation that I had been sprinting in a place of pitch black – not exactly the safest choice to make. I stop in my tracks and hold absolutely still as I also realise I have found neither my eccentric companion nor a wall. "Kakarot?" I call out, startled as my voice reverberates.
The sound eventually decays, and I force myself to move forward. This time, however, I do so slowly and cautiously. Something whispers to the back of my mind like a latent instinct. Dread creeps into my chest, making it ache. "Kakarot?" I try again, and this time there is no audio reflection.
I can feel my heart pounding in my ears, and a part of me thinks about how foolish I'm acting. Yet the majority agrees, although for a vastly different reason. It's not being a fool for feeling fear; it's being a fool for brazenly entering this... location.
My head whips around to be confronted with a horrible truth.
No light. No light at all. No sound except my breath, just on the edge of infrasound.
I am lost.
This place.
This place
made of dark
and that which is
larger on the inside
than the out.
My lungs expand and contract at a faster pace.
How do I know this?
I do an about-face again. Then again.
I know not where I'm going. I merely run, and run, and run.
But
am        I
run-       -ning
in          a
circle?

I feel like I am being swallowed, as if I am running forever deep into this maze, this horizontal abyss, this maw of judgment. The concept of infinity becomes more than words, transforming now into a tangible, menacing promise. I run aimlessly, futilely.

Maybe
            that
                        is
                                    what
                                                it
                                                            wants
                                                                        me
                                                                                    to
                                                                                                do...

                                                                                                Maybe
                                                                                    I
                                                                        am
                                                            not
                                           supposed
                                    to
                        leave
            this
place...

I am alone.
For the first time in a long time, I am truly afraid.
I am by myself, yet I can feel eyes on me. Eyes just watching. Waiting.
Waiting for what?
...A perfect moment.
Maybe
it
wants
my
sanity.

Maybe
this
thing
wants
suicide.

Is
Kakarot
dead?

"KAKAROT!" I boom at the top of my lungs. I keep shouting, even when my voice becomes guttural and coarse.
I travel in a direction, but does it really matter which one?
This looming purgatory exposes the obvious:
I will never know who I am.
If I die, there will be nothing.
This is my damnation.
I've never been spiritual, yet I'm instilled with this need to confess. This is my attempt at redemption as I speak to Kakarot, the darkness, the world, myself.
"I'm sorry," my speech is poignant, "I know it's stupid and doesn't make sense, but I treat you horribly because I like you. I have the knowledge that I've lost memories. You know that sensation when you have a word on the tip of your tongue? That feeling in your brain as it searches for the answer and nears the result, but still can't seem to find it? Every waking moment is like that for me. It's as if I can't recall a distinct memory, but I have a shrouded shape of it. Like how I know you're not the Kakarot I know. I think you're a bastard, but I also think you're a nice guy."
My voice dwindles, "I know you're a connection to my past. I need you. I need you despite your obnoxious gall and outrageous behaviour, but maybe... maybe that's also why I need you. So you can show me that there's another way. So that you can help me leave this place."
Feeling drained, I sit on the floor. The longer the silence extends, the louder a wicked thought grows.
I pull my knees to my chest to keep warm. Still trying to ward off this phrase which grinds into my skull.
He's gone, it says, He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. He's gone. HE'S GONE.
And then something touches me, jabbing into my side and crying out. After the initial fright, I calm because this is a person. "Kakarot?" I say hopefully.
"Vegeta!" is the reply.
I reach forward and grab onto the source of the voice, feeling fabric between my fingers. "It's me!" I affirm, urgency humming through my veins now.
Copying my behaviour, he latches onto me, "We need to get out of here."
"No shit!"
Propping ourselves up with each other, we walk cautiously in step. There is no further communication as we travel.
He stops abruptly and announces, "I felt a breeze." After a hesitation, he tugs at me, "This way!"
The doorway... melts into existence. As if we had simply been blind to it.
Too wide together, we break apart at the threshold and run with every bit of willpower we can muster. We ignore the icy jabs in our lungs and the painful numbness in our muscles. We only stop when we are inside his flat.
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