PHANTOM: THE JOURNEY BEGINS...

 

PHANTOM: THE JOURNEY BEGINS…

 

He was disappointed. He walked sluggishly down the tunnel, hearing the eco of his footsteps travel up and down the corridors of the cave. The hours burnt on fiction and movies, the stereo typical view on temples, caves and tunnels filled with booby traps and secret passages and riddles, now looked really and believably like a work of fiction.

So it was quiet and boring. A couple of times he will make turns anticipating a boulder rolling toward him, only to face a long passage, mocking him. After a couple turns, simple riddles and closed doors that just needed a little push, he found himself walking down an endless passage.

Slowly, he found himself drift into the entangled depths of his mind. It was almost as if he was forced, soon he was there once more facing the very decision that brought him thus far. He and Martin where best friends and lovers of archeology for a very long time. From childhood up to manhood, they would fantasize on discoveries they would make. It seemed like a dream when they graduated as top class archeologists.

But fate had its way with the lives of man. And the universe never did revolve on the terms of dreams and wishes. The bruises in his heart that never healed, began to bleed again as those memories relived themselves.

It was unbearable, the emotions he buried deep within his heart, now turned into a river of pain that pulled him down choking and drowning him. He stopped walking and tried to breathe, tried to steady his mind by pulling himself out of that wormhole of misery. That was when he took in his surroundings, he was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the water flowing on the ground, or how smooth and round the walls where.

He touched the walls, they were cold and moist, too moist. Almost as if they were wet. Slowly, the water on the floor began to rise, and before he could come to the realization of the situation he was in, an embodiment of water from top to bottom covering all the angles of the tunnel was rushing toward him.

All his dreams and wishes were now speeding at an amazing speed toward him. But there was no ounce of joy or excitement leaking from his body. His intuition screamed death and his entire mind, soul and body screamed run. But he was frozen in place by the death trap that was his dream come true….

To be continued

M?ster?***

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