I was pulled back from a void by a damp coldness that tapped rhythmically across my face.

The world remained unchanged as I opened my eyes. The darkness was complete and oppressive. When I attempted to move, the slippery, wet stone beneath me bit back, its sharp edges piercing my skin. Each breath was like breathing in moist, thick wool.

A moist, deep growl echoed across the atmosphere, right up against my ear's shell. My stomach churned as soon as I smelled something so strong and heavy with the smell of old copper and rotting meat. The air remained lodged in my chest despite my want to gag.

In the pitch black, I couldn't see the threat, but my body didn't need to see.

Before the thought could form, my weight shifted. My chin tucked low, and my hands rose instinctively to guard my throat. The darkness lunged, and I moved to meet it.

It bit my arm. I felt a warm wetness spread over my body. I felt the agony of the teeth piercing my flesh, but I could not scream; my body just decided there was no time for that. Instead, I grabbed it with my other arm. I grabbed its ear and bit back as hard as I could. I felt a metallic taste in my mouth. I tasted its flesh.

The creature let out a high, choked yelp—a sound that was too human for comfort. It thrashed, trying to wrench its head away from my jaws, but I held on. My fingers dug into the coarse fur of its neck, anchoring it to me.

We rolled together on the jagged stone, a chaotic mess of limbs and teeth in the dark. Every time my back hit the ground, the sharp rocks sliced into me, but the pain only made me bite down harder. The metallic tang in my mouth grew thicker, warmer. 

I fell asleep. From darkness, I slipped back into darkness.

In the void, I heard them—a crowd of people. Thousands of voices rising into a roar, a rhythmic chanting that vibrated in my chest. “Marcus! Marcus!” The sound was deafening, a wall of noise that tasted like adrenaline and salt.

I heard it clearly even with my eyes closed, the ghost of a world I couldn't remember.

Then, the roar snapped into silence.

I opened my eyes. The absolute pitch-blackness had faded into a dim, sickly light—just enough to see. The air was still thick with the scent of the struggle. A few feet away, the monster lay still. In our final scramble, it had been driven down onto a jagged, upright shard of stone. The rock was impaled deep into its chest, pinning the creature to the floor.

I stared at it, my breath hitching. In the faint light, the thing looked even more wrong than it had felt. But it wasn't the monster that made my skin crawl. It was the name.

Marcus.  "What is a Marcus" I asked my self. " Am I the same as this thing? " I felt my teeth and they were small comparing to its own. It had one ear and bloody mess of absence where the next should be but it has no eyes.

I decided to walk away from it and walk towards somewhere any where. I walk where the light went hoping that this dim light  will get brighter  

I walked in the dim light feeling the rocks , weak and tired but somehow restless. I walked then I heard it... A misstep. I continued to walk then I heard it again somthing was off.I stopped to look around....Nothing. I started to walk....  my foot did not touch the ground  but I heard it. That step was not my step. I once again felt that damp coldness but on my head. I looked up. I saw.....