Page 176 of Satan's Spawn
There are more candles lit along each of the openings to the corridors mentioned, some speakers on the ground, and I can’t help but feel like I’m walking into some horror movie.
There’s more coolers and even a few wooden doors, which I can only assume are storage for corpses.
Once again, my survival skills fail me. At least this time there’s no weapons involved.
Despite the creepy decor and the chill ricocheting off all the stone, it’s actually kind of pretty in here.
Pretty may be stretching it a bit, but it’s got to be something if it draws a huge crowd of rich teenagers to party in.
“So, tell me…earth, air, fire, or water?”
My eyebrows pinch together. “Are you seriously talking elements right now?”
“Just pick…” He laughs.
“Always water.”
With that Felix’s hand is in mine again and we’re headed toward the tunnel closest to us.
By the time we reach wherever the hell it is we’re meant to go, we’re lost in conversations about favorite movies and celebrities, and my beer is over halfway done.
I’m already feeling lighter.
Happier.
Ready to seize this dark and scary corridor.
“What the heck is this now?” I ask when we stop at a dead end. I spin around to face Felix, about to make a joke about hoping he didn’t bring me here to kill me, when a wave of dizziness hits me.
I chuckle, finding the sudden bout of vertigo entertaining, so I do it again with Felix’s curious eyes on me.
“I feel like I’m in one of those crazy carnival houses.” I stagger a bit, so I know I should stop, but there’s this tingling in my belly I want to feel more of as I whirl around. Looking down at the bottle I’m holding, I wonder what kind of high end beer can make you feel the effects of alcohol so fast.
Then I remember, before Crayton sobered me up with his diabolical bullshit, I was tipsy from pregaming and the dance.
That must be it.
Plus my meds maybe.
“We’re under the Hudson river.” Felix mentions, looking around.
Another bundle of snickers erupt as I envision myself being trapped under a river in a bodycon dress.
With clumsy footing, I make my way over to Felix and run a finger down his lapel. “I hope you know how to swim then.”
He looks down at me with a Cheshire grin on his face. “Oh, I do.”
“Escape too…” I sing, feeling another onset of dizziness, and those little tingles dipping lower.
I lick my lips, which suddenly feel dry, followed by unsteady legs.
My beer bottle hits the ground with a clank, but Felix is quick to catch me before I fall too.
“You okay, gorgeous?” He asks, and I want to tell him we should leave but for some reason I’d so much rather touch him.
All over.
Feel more of the soft fabric of his tuxedo.
