Tendrils from the mist ahead fill the last gap between the stone, as a bully smacks his hand against the wall, murdering the last hope of escape.

Leaving it thrashing upon the floor.

Consuming its strangled carcass.

The darkness envelops the passageway, merging with the walls, the ceiling and the floor. My toes tighten and cramp before omnipotent dominance. I feel a loss as the mist violently sucks the heat from my skin. Making my hairs stand, an army defending against a black hole.

Just realizing, that musty smell is gone. Vanished. Dead. With nothing to remain.
My arms now cramp as I try to rub them for warmth. Pain in my fingers. I flick them together to regain feeling, but they remain unresponsive. Lifeless. Dead.

I realize now, terribly. The mist kills slowly, piece by piece. No sudden gulp, no suffocation. It just stays there, watching me, basking in its own power. Almost I desire to take myself to the mist, to end it now. Thought becomes act, and now I take my sixth step. A silent, confident movement, I think. Except the thing; it remains impartial to time. Blackness seeps into the stone. It boils off of the surface. The air thickens and slowly drips downward as darkness mixes with some little light remaining of dawn. Black washes over like pitch, this air forced to ingest the mist’s vile breath. My strides shorten: the air becomes syrup. My movement slows. Ahead the mist looms, smirking at its prey. Its darkness is so complete that my vision begins to be peppered with dots and streaks of white. Gears become sticky in my body and mind, becoming now stuck. My nose and mouth can no longer stay open, the pressure from darkness is so great. Breath becomes a forgotten memory. I can feel my eyes widen as they witness their impending doom. My own shadow, of a lighter black, peeks over my shoulder, and at once vanishes. Nothing can be this terribly evil. No mist is so thick as to suffocate. But it happens! My arms are pressed against my sides and my knees lock and my feet become stone! Suddenly, hardness against my back. My fingers flicker to life and reach back while my gaze remains on the blackness; stone. The wall behind, as the thing finally comes upon me. The darkness swirls. The blackness fills my vision. Terrible pain, realizing my hand scratches against the wall and bleeds. The mist begins to envelop me. Icy cold races along my body, shocking me. Paralyzed.
A shape bulges out from the mist, so ever slowly. My demise has come. The shape brings with it four more shapes. The end is here. Those four shapes each bring five more shapes. Life and death have abandoned everything this day. A final shape. The mist convulses. With a spray of dark, the mist spews out the shapes. Only sight defines it. No sound, no smell. It takes but a step and is upon me. My body collapses. I fall, wincing for the pain.
I fall.
I fall.
My mind collapses.
I fall.
I land upon something not hard nor soft.
My sight lets itself downward.
The mist.
My heart collapses.

I fall.

And I fall.

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