Run Rabbit Run 2: Bark and Cry, Slither and Wimper

***WARNING: THIS STORY MIGHT IN THE FUTURE CONTAIN OR ALREADY CONTAINS: DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE, EPISODES OF MADNESS, GORE, DESPAIR OR DEPRESSION INDUCED THOUGHTS OR ACTIONS SUCH AS IDEAS OF SUICIDE, SELF-HARM, OR SIMILAR ACTIONS/THOUGHTS. THIS STORY IS RATED 18 AND UP. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED***

Turning round and round in a square room sure makes a funny sentence, but it’s not so fun when you’re the person doing this. It is even less when you cannot even seem to understand where the floor is anymore, as you seem to move freely on all six surfaces. A cube with changing gravity… Isn’t it just perky? In the dark it isn’t, in Snake’s opinion. Walking aimlessly, trying to find an exit that seems more and more unlikely to be there, anyone would find that annoying…

The walls keep changing, and sounds sometimes echo. He tries to follow them, but they always end up being nothing; nothing more than the echoes of unchanging sounds. Laughs, breaths, metal screeching, nothing makes sense. Nothing ever. Is there even an exit to this? What an annoying nightmare…

***

Running, right, then left, then up, then down…

It keeps moving around him, as if it was water. Water that becomes solid whenever he looks at it. He turns around again, he whispers so loud in his own ears…
Blackout

The beginning again.

“No! Not again! I don’t want to-”

And yet he once more moves forward and passes the door. There is no way back, so forward is the only solution… if one can even call this a solution. It is dark around, so, so dark… He breathes loudly, somehow reassured to hear himself over the noisy absent whispers. What IS this place? Why is he here? Why can’t he seem to find the exit? Why can’t it seem to exist? Why?

***

He keeps his eyes shut, thinking. He tried sitting down, but it didn’t work. So he is standing there, maybe on the ceiling, maybe on the floor, thinking. There has to be an exit. There always is. He just has to… find it. What did he see? What did he feel?

So the room doesn’t have any specific up or down. He cannot sit down, or lay down, or anything of the like. Which means something important is linked to them. Does it mean that the exit out is in? Or maybe it’s in the center of the room? Snake opens his eyes and looks around. He still can’t see anything. It’s a blackout in here, and nothing seems to be in here with him. The floor still feels like muddy sand under him. He can tell the answer is right there, just out of his reach… but what is it?

***

He feels the tears run down his face as he runs. He wants to shout out, to cry out, to anyone, to anything. But nothing comes out of his throat. He’s muted by some force.
Always the same thing, always, always, always, over, and over, and over, and over, and over. The beginning, the middle, the voices, the whispers, the darkness, the blackout, the beginning again, over and over again. He wants to stop, he knows he will have to stop at some point, but not now, just not now, now now…

Not now, not now, not with the whispers telling him to. He wants to stop listening to the whispers, to her reeking, sharp, cutting voice that keeps soothing him into blackness and pain. He wants away, he just wants the light of day. But with each turn of the clock inside him, with each new, tortuous, painful beginning, he can tell his hope flounders and dies a little more, just a little, little more… But a dangerous more, one that he knows will bring his hope to its death…

And then… he will be hers…

Crying even more, he tries to cry out, tries his best again, but still nothing comes out. His head hurts with all the cries stuck in his head.

Lady murmurs echo in his head, announcing the blackout once more, whispering sweet, painful, sickening things in the back of his mind:

“My sweet, sweet silly thing… Why don’t you accept it? Why don’t you just… let go? You won’t find it… You won’t find… HIM.”