I've gone past the hatch!
Have I?
Prince looked back, he pondered into its abyss until looking forward once more.
Surely... Surely not. Surely not.
I wouldn't have done something so stupid right?
No, I must move forward.
But there is no way of telling whether or not I passed it - nevermind.
The best option is to keep going forward, if I missed the hatch I'll just end up at the end of the Hive.
Wouldn't the walls in this labyrinth be broken elsewhere too? Why is all of this untouched. Unseen to light?
Isn't that strange?
Well I don't think I'm gonna ponder on it for too long, I'll just take it as a blessing - no?
But still, it's strange. These Hives should be really fucked up on the inside - from what I remember of my last one. So for these alleys to be pristine, it's fucking odd.
Fear had Prince in chains, Prince was it's slave. A slave who grappled for control.
Keep walking now, maybe you will find the hatch.
Maybe I won't.
I fucked up bro.
I fucked up.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck me.
Fuck myself.
Fuck this.
Fuck this all.
Fuck.
I fucking hate myself.
Prince continued his march - anger seeped out of his bones, like neurons that wanted to be fired - fried.
Prince roared - roared within his mind. He roared like a beast who knew nothing but pain, nothing but displeasure. Roar! Prince roared! Roar! Roar! Roar! Prince was ripping his own voice out - ripping it out in his mind. His voice was harsh, it was coarse - his voice roared. His mind roared, his soul roared. His heart roared. His heart roared. His heart roared. Roaring was all he did - consumed like a mad beast. A beast with rabies. No bastard thoughts bespoke him, no bastard infectious thoughts bothered him. All that was - was suffering in its purest for: the shriek, the bellow, the shout. And that's all he did till he saw it. A spot! A spot above him - in front of him. A spot where the darkness - did it seem more dark? Was it more darker there? Surely, it had to be the spot? Surely - the hatch. It had to be the hatch. Surely!
Please - please be it. Please be the hatch. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.
The distance between him and the supposed hatch grew thinner. Was it darkness or a hole?
Please, come on, give me a win. After I got fucking molested. Please. A win.
This bastard something crept within his heart.
This bastard hid it. He doubted it. He shunned it. But then he thought-
Please, I know killing Parath wasn't the best thing but he had to die didn't he. No - he was already dying. So please, bless me. I don't deserve this. Please be the hatch and not darkness. Please
Alas - he reached the spot.
Was it darkness was it not?
Prince reached - he stuck his arm up.
Groping the sides.
Quite hard to distinguish hollow from full.
He scrambled his hands around and he confirmed it. There was indeed a hole.
It was his hatch.
Or was it?
Thank you! Great heavens! Thank you for blessing me! Truly I am blessed! Thank you!
Thank you for blessing this sinner!
Prince begun pushing up Parath first. It was messy, if Parath was alive, he would have woken up bruised - battered.
After all, I'm not a really a bad person. Look I'm giving Parath of the Fallen a burial. Yeah I might have killed a few people before. Sure they might have been a few or one of a few kids my age but... That's beside the point. I am a good person now. Am i not?
I am burying a man - who supposedly doesn't deserve to be buried. Surely that's worth something - right?
Right?
Sure. I guess.
Sure.
Like burying a man you killed makes you any better than a man who doesn't - doesn't bury after killing. Your no better. Your no better at all. No. You're worse. You're worse. You're disgusting. A killer - kills, and a killer - he's proud. They let their bodies rot in plain sight - some may hide them but only to stay hidden themselves. No, you. You. You're different. You. You. You pretend you're a killer - you're not. You're not. You bury your bodies - out of shame. You. You're not cold hearted - but hollow. Hollow hearted instead.
And nothing's worse then a hollow hearted bastard.
You disgust me.
Walk not in pride but in shame.
And that's what makes you a bastard.
Prince was done with Parath - now it was his turn.
His turn to ascend - to travel up the shaft.
To meet the burial site.
Could Prince do it?
Why what a fucking stupid question!
Of course he can!
He's not a cripple.
I still need to eat.