The Pit and the Pendulum: imprisonment, dread, fear of the inevitable.
Drabble Prompts - Edgar Allan Poe edition
The Pit and the Pendulum: imprisonment, dread, fear of the inevitable.
Calypso smacked his hands into the wall, knowing that whatever help he could have had had already either left, or either couldn't have heard him from where he had been trapped. Even after all the screaming and attempts to breakt the wall separating him from freedom. No one had come. The barely even a teenager, boy, had continued to smack his hand against the flat surface " Lucy, Please. Don't leave me here. Please. Please... Lucy..." He didn't know why he would even be begging for the one person who had continued to put him in walls and leave him there. Slumping, he dropped his head against the cool wall.
Of course no one could hear him or Lucy fighting in the hours before about something, sibling stuff for sure. Lucy, Lucas, and Calyspo never really saw eye to eye. And they never really would. And Lucy's psychopathic tendency to trap Calypso in places, often after he had a seizure because of how stressed the pair often had made him. Though he knew that once Ashlin, their mother, noticed he had been missing, she wouldn't be happy. And would be on the hunt, possibly collecting heads.
Though how far would that ever get Ashlin if Lucy had simply just refused to say where her brother had been, since it had been Lucy who had been the last to see. It had been very clear very early on to even Calypso, that Lucy had quite the questionable moral compass. If anyone had been more like a serial killer that never gave up the location of a body, Lucy would be very much like that, and at this rate had seemed to be very much like that. Calypso pulled away from the side of the wall, shifting to get comfortable in the little chamber Lucy had left for him. Used to being locked in tiny dark spaces by that point, by Lucy, in the first place "-Wish I had some power. That'd show her--The bitch. She would get it--ooo. If I was born with an ability. I would want it to be fire. Watch her fucking burn. " He grumbled in a still semi-matured voice as he wiggled around trying to get comfortable.
At some point he had gone to sleep, and barely was able to stay awake long enough to be able to tell how much time had been passing. Not that he could have kept up with the passage of time outside in the world around him. Waking up at one point he realized that he really have to go to the bathroom " Mmm," Biting on his lips he felt around, weakly reaching and pushing on points, trying to find any sort of weak spot he could break through. Slamming on the wall after some time he growled " Fuck! God damn it Lucy! I'm going to strangle you when I get out of here!" He shouted slamming on the wall in a rush of rage and adrenaline. Before again collapsing back down to the ground, gasping for air. He glanced around briefly before closing his eyes as a sickening feeling began to come over him.
