Through The Black Window

He was dragged through the broken window by black demonic arms and he was now in a hall full of black shapes that were pressed at various windows that seemed to hang in mid-air, promising egress to those who were in the hall.

Then he heard a window smash and two of the figures seemed to try and get out, but then he saw they just dragged another unfortunate soul into this hellish hall, and the person started to turn black, and where there had been two demons and a person there were now three demons and the window faded into nothing as though it had never been there.

The transformation had shocked him, and he looked down at his own body and he was no longer human but a demon, like all the figures here.

Did they all know what they were? Trying to escape to a home they could probably never find again.

He tried to shout but his lips were sewn shut. He could hardly see other faces but he thought they had been sewn shut like him.

Why?

Whoever had made this did not want them communicating with each other and it seemed they were just here to kidnap other innocents from the real world.

He had to communicate with others, but everyone he touched shied away from him. They had no way to communicate, and he had never learned sign language. There was no way of writing unless he cut himself and used his blood as ink, but he needed something to write on and some way of breaking his skin to make himself bleed.

Everything was dark apart from the windows, he could write on a window maybe. He scratched on his skin and eventually, there was a small flow of blood. He thought of biting himself but that was impossible at the moment, and if his mouth were not sewn up he would be able to talk and ask questions.

His blood was black now but he scrawled this on a window. He hoped to get a response before this one got smashed as well and disappeared, but he could now ask questions.

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