C2-3 Let's go Fishin'

He was enveloped in the darkness, it was so hard to move, every tiny movement Hedzel made it was like sifting through quicksand.
It wasn't like he couldn't breath, it was like he had gills, it was just a thickness, almost like swimming in a cloud of peanut butter.
he was afraid to move too far from where he was, afraid to open he eyes, not that it mattered much because it would have been a pitch black sight.
He didn't know if he was up or down, if there was an up or down or if this was reality or just a sick nightmare he wasn't waking from.
Then he heard it, a muffled sound through the thickness calling out to him, calling out in the darkness, was it to him? To anyone in general?
Hedzel swam to the sound but felt himself being pulled in a direction, downward to him but it might have been up for all he knew.
This world, this dream was confusing and strange, he tried fighting the current of suction but it seemed that the more he fought it the more he would be pulled, it was so strong.
He wanted to escape and find the calling voice but he felt too weak to fight the pull, he kept swimming toward the voice regardless.
Hedzel reached his arm out to pull himself to the voice and finally felt air over the surface which he was surrounded and pulled his head up taking a huge breath.
He opened his eyes and sat up gasping, the tube clogging his throat making it hard to breath even with air being pushed in his throat.
Hedzel's body tensed up in pain and it seemed that as soon as he was free, it felt like something painful grabbed his ankle and yanked him under into the darkness again, Hedzels eyes rolled to the back of his head and collapsed on his bed once again.
Daemon pulled on a chain through the floor, inching his way closer and closer to the end of the chain whistling all the while a demented tune that seemed to echo in the room.
Daemon pulled down as the chain was on a pulley system over the hole in the floor until the chain reached the end attached to a bear trap which in turn was attached to Hezel.
Hedzel winced in pain as he was pulled up into the room by his ankle upside down, Daemon tying off the chain.
Daemon smiled as he tiled his head to the side and then rolled his head completely off and upside down in his arm slightly fumbling it and catching it quickly.
"I swear I'd lose my head if it wasn't attached" he laughed "Well looks like we caught a biggun' today wouldn't you say Earl?"
"Yup"
Hedzel looked over to see Daemon dressed in overalls with no shirt, straw hat and a piece of straw hanging from his mouth.
Hedzel looked over, dizzy and tired as he passed out as Daemon pushed Hedzel spinning him around.
"Well that was rude." Daemon said with his head in one hand and the other on his hip.

C2-2 Mud

His face was a distorted mess coming apart piece by piece and building up under the cracks in His fingernails, sticking to the tips of His fingers until they had become numb.
It had become useless bedlam and would have torn the skin off in shreds had his fingers not been so caked with mud made from the ash scattered throughout the room and now clung to Hedzel.
The water ran down the sink taking the mixture of mudash with it all the while Hedzel not noticing or even being able to see the problem building up in the drain.
Clumps of mudash started sticking to the pipes on the inside and started building up first forming a ring, then forming thicker and thicker layers until it was more of a blockage than a portal.
As the water level began to rise the mudash slid down over his eyes as if his face was earth and His skin a mudslide falling first around his eyes and then over them, covering them completely in an overwhelming frenzy of disorder and chaos.
Layer upon layer fell at his feet and still more would come until the point that Hedzel's hands looked more like mittens than his hands and no longer able to tear anything from his face let alone his eyes.
Now blind, Hedzel furiously assaulted the water before him with his hands making splashing noises as the water level rose higher every moment that passed.
It didn't take long before the water flowed over the sink and onto the floor at Hedzel's feet caressing the floor like a lover.
Hedzel yell out for help but could hear no reply as not only his eyes but now His ears were enveloped as well never noticing the floor beneath him sinking.
it became harder and harder to walk around him as if He were standing on a marshmallow sinking and grabbing his feet as he struggled to keep his balance in the midst of it all.
As the water reached across the room Daemon casually stepped up the wall and out of the oncoming rush of shallow water.
"Daemon, help me! Where are you?"
Daemon didn't respond as there was no point since Hedzel was unable to hear anything outside his own head.
Hedzel sank through the floor as if it were a mixture of quicksand and bubblegum that had been chewed, at first it was a slight sicking sense of the floor to his feet as if He was at a movie theater.
The sound of ripping stickiness as He lifted His feet and walked trying to feel his way around, then more came as the floor would rise with His foot as of they were connected.
It all led to a final sinking into the floor as it gripped over his feet consuming them until they were engulfed within the new pliable floor.
Hedzel became more and more consumed with every passing moment, everything was black in front of him and below was a hungry platform threatening and squeezing him as if it were an Anaconda.
He fell face first into the floor, as he hit it felt more like a giant marshmallow than a hard surface but what would be a relief at first would turn into panic as the floor soon started swallowing the remaining uncovered body of Hedzel.

Chapter One - Part Two

Hedzel lay on the floor helpless to the taunts of the one keeping Him company, the room was dusty as ever seemingly collecting along the hairs of His body.
Never touching His skin, Just hovering over like a man on a wire in a circus act, flakes gathering on the surface of Hedzels hair like a snowfall.
At first Hedzel had thought maybe the paint was chipping off and He would be right but it would come from the ceiling falling around Him and on Him as well.
When He would lift His head gray smudges would cling to his face gathering more each time he lay His head back down.
"Please" Hedzel would say in a weak and parched voice.
Daemon let out an inquisitive hum to respond to the man on the floor.
"hm? What is it now?"
"Please can you clear this dust away? It's hard to breath."
"Aren't we a needy Ned.. like it'll do any good anyway."
"What do you mean?"
"More come, gather and fall again, it's really best if you stayed as you were."
Daemon squat down next to Hedzel who was choking on the stiff air around Him, Daemon grabbed a few pieces of gray matter off Hedzels hair and rubbed the course flakes between His fingers.
"My what a dirty boy you are Hedzel." He said showing Hedzel His hand which now had dark gray spots on them.
"Please, you can go if you aren't going to help me."
"Now why would I leave my favorite guy?"
"It's unbearable in here."
Hedzel started into a coughing fit blowing bits of grey everywhere as it would settle back down, drifting and floating to the floor again.
" How do you think I feel, stuck in here with a guy who lays on the floor depressed all day and gets ashes everywhere. I suppose it comes with any Job though."
Daemon remarked so casually that it took a while for the words to stop bouncing around in His head, He was weak and not in any condition to keep His cognitive skills in check.
"Ashes?"
"Yes, ashes Hedzel, ashes from fire, soot, Burt remains of once living things, The breath of a volcano... Though I must say it does have a nice feel between one's fingers."
Hedzel could see Daemons hand rubbing his finger tips together in a circular motion.
A confused look gathered on Hedzels face as His totality was in the belief that the substance around Him was Dust and not ashes that seemed to gather from no where in particular.
Weakly He pulled Himself across the floor a fraction of an inch at a time since He was so broken from the very experience He was in.
His mental scars were formed and showed as the wounds had healed over but the showing of His past stuck out seaming it's way across His memory like a zipper on a pair of pants.
What had happened was unknown to Him and blockaded under the scar tissue caused by His past and He wasn't quite sure if He wanted to know what had happened for fear of the truth sticking Him like a sword twisting in His flesh.
“Afraid of the truth are we Hedzel?”
Daemon asked rhetorically as He watched Hedzels mind racing to think back, eyes twitching in a fevered search for a remnant of the one thing He seemingly could not grasp onto.
His mind was like that of a madman throwing books frantically off a shelf in search of something important hidden among them.
Hedzel felt torn between the compulsory need to remember the truth and the constantly foreboding fear of finding it at the same time.
As His Mind reached a fevered pitch His skull started feeling as if it could burst into flames as a migraine ripped across His brain in an intensity that covered His mind in a blanket of pain.
Defenseless He lay on the floor, waiting for His time of pain to abandon it's assult His body for that of another, His body shaking in a fit of pain as if He were a can of paint in a hardware Paint mixer.

Chapter One/ Part one: Dirty

Dirty, everything was dirty and the smell matched everything else too, a burnt smell as if someone had cooked meat too long into a charred black coal.
If you were to cough a flood of dust would rise to meet the air and settle back to the floor where it originated from.
One lone light bulb stuck out hanging from amid the room looking as if it were a man in the gallows and the cord from which electric pulse came from were a noose around the dimly lit and dirt covered bulbs neck was wrapped.
A low flicker of the bulb was the only constant in the room as every second the room itself would seem to change around Him seemingly swelling in and out as He Himself lay in shallow breath feeling as if He were dying on the floor.
Unable to move except maybe to eat a cockroach that might scurry in His path or near His still hand waiting for it's prey to foolishly wander near it.
He had contemplated what brought Him to this bleak place so Dirty and Dank it would make a torture chamber look cheery.
It wasn't a prison and it wasn't like He wasn't allowed to leave, It was His guilt and reasons all His own that would keep Him in this place.
No reason to fight or to leave and no reason to go out into a world deemed darker and more diseased than the filth He was laying in.
He had saved Himself from a life He thought was disgraceful in order to live in a world of self hatred and degradation.
Not one person would be invited to His company and despite their cries for Him to come out and assurances of safety He would not heed their pleas for His company.
He was safe and yet not safe at the same time, though His mind stay comforted His body withered away.
A world so deceptively welcoming Kept Him in His place and happy about staying so apathetic to His own plight leaving no room for that of others.
One sympathetic ear stayed with Him as He lay in silence listening to the sound of nothing crossing the threshold of His door.
"Do you hear that Hedzel?"
A slight hum of acknowledgment crossed the barrier of that which was Hedzel's lips.
"It's the sound of silence, No one has come for a while now, see how much they care Hedzel?"
"How long had it been ?" a weak and tired Hedzel said letting out a groan.
"Poor poor Hedzel, I'm here for you, I've always been Here for you."
A hand genteelly rested on Hedzel's head as Hedzel looked up squinting the entire time trying to gain focus in His blurry state.
The figure got up and walked over making imprints of His bare feet in the dust across the floor.
The sound of water could be heard from a faucet that was filling a glass Held by the figure no more than a grey blob to Hedzel's set of blurred eyes.
"I bet you're really thirsty aren't you Hedzel?"
a mix of a hum and crying left Hedzel's vocal cords tiredly trying to contend with His parched throat.
The figure stood over next to the body of Hedzel drinking the water looking at the poor man laying on the floor licking His dry cracked lips.
"I have the water for you Hedzel, now all you have to do is say 'Daemon I want some water please.' remember please is the most important part."
Daemon crouch down as He talked, all the while holding the glass in front of Hedzel's face, a slight grin making a crack from only the right side of His face.
Hedzel reached for the glass only to be taunted by Daemon who frequently pulled it away from Hedzel.
"uh ah mind your P's and Q's Hedzel."
There was a mocking tone that protruded from the statement Daemon gave, seemingly cruel and arrogant knowing no bounds.
a hopelessness would be the only way to describe it as a few tears fell from Hedzel's eyes and rounding His cheeks, Hedzel waiting for the only liquid He would know in what seemed like ages.
His tears would abandon Him as Daemon brought His hand near to scoop them up and taste the bitter sadness in the tears.
Hedzel licked along the crooks of His mouth to no avail as only a damp streak formed a line where His tear had once rolled.
"Needs more salt and a bit more despair." Daemon said jokingly having a slight chuckle to himself.
A pained and agonizing sound of moaning came over Hedzel as His head lay softly on the ground.