Escape Cannot Be Allowed

"Why do you scream? Why do you run? There is nowhere you can run. You screamed that I broke your hands just an hour ago, yet you're moving your hands so quick, trying to dig your way to freedom. All you are going to do is tire yourself out, maybe work you into a panic, then you're going to breathe all that remaining oxygen up so fast, you won't even survive as long as I guessed.

Maybe you should give up, even if you dig your way out, what really can you do when you get out? Fight your way free? Ahahahaha, funny. Hope is nowhere. An optimistic person would hear, "Hope is now here."

Are you optimistc? Or do you really see the truth? Why would you want to? Lies make you feel better, help you escape from the pain. How did this happen? Do you remember? You should, for I have seered it into your mind just like alllll the others. Maybe, you'll be the one who wins this game I play with all of you. Maybe, you'll just be another one left in the dirt. Speaking of that, do you know how far you're down? You don't, do you? Yet you still struggle, digging your life away.

Screeching, crying, screaming for it. For freedom.

Why won't you just give up? You tried your best, you should just admit that it's over, you're finished. Yet you keep digging, lumps of dirt in your hands. Blood from your previous wounds, mixing with the soil. Bleed, and bleed some more.

Cry some more, will you? Will you stop when you reach the open air of the night? Or will your hands keep digging, even though there's nothing but air and dirt up here. You can't escape either way, dirt down there, dirt up here. Maybe I'm just a pessimistic type of guy, but that's the reality of the world now.

You can't run from it no matter how hard you try. I know you can hear me down there, maybe that's what it is, motivating you. You can hear my voice, so you think, "I must be close."

But you aren't...are you? Buried alive, alone, with nobody else but the person who buried you alive in the first place. We won't be friends if you survive, will we?

I can already read your mind, thoughts of violence, aggression, rage. Human nature, is a really, really, predictable thing, honestly."

A blood and dirt covered hand broke through the ground, reaching up into the air.

"You have finally found false salvation...how does it feel?"

The hand moved around, and eventually the hole got larger, and the second hand emerged as well. Then the man's head was fully out of the ground, gasping for air. He crawled out of the hole fully, and breathed for air on the ground, staring up into the dark starry sky.

"Isn't it beautiful? The stars, so bright, they feel so close...yet when you reach up to try and feel them...you can't. The story of your life, isn't it? Always trying to reach for something, but when you do, you trip over your own faults as a person. This runs in my family, you see. This whole, pessimistic and miserable way of thinking. All the way back to Victor, himself. Haha..."

The dirt covered and blood covered man, stumbled to get up, and he looked around. He was in the middle of nowhere, and nobody was around. Where was this god damned voice coming from? He could hear it even all the way down in the grave he was thrown into.

"I am not there, no. But you can hear my voice nevertheless. Have I tormented you so much that you've snapped and you hear my voice everywhere you go now? No such luck. Just know, that I am watching, and I am listening..."

"What do you want from me?" The man cried, his voice still weak.

"What do I want? From you? One would say, blood, your life, to make you miserable...but just like everyone else, I want everything. I want to take everything from you, and crush you into the dirt. You...are just another corpse, but I haven't silenced you yet. Poe, get him, return him to the facility."

The man turned around to encounter a huge man, covered in blades strapped to his metal armor. His eyes seemed to be glowing red, and he had half of a mask on his face. Poe had a shovel that was still covered in the moist dirt of the man's temporary grave.

"You are nothing." Poe growled, hitting the man on the head with the shovel, knocking him out with ease. Poe began to drag the unconscious man to an undetermined location...

End of Escape Cannot Be Allowed

I wonder which fanfiction this is like.

Read and review, adios.

~TGG333