Ashes Beneath the City
The city swallowed him whole. Neon lights flickered overhead like dying stars, casting jagged shadows across Zane's face as the rain poured down. The air was thick with the smell of wet concrete, gasoline, and the ever-present hum of electric life coursing through the veins of this sprawling metropolis. Every building stretched into the sky, a forest of steel and glass, but none of it felt real to him anymore.
He stood at the edge of the walkway, his hands gripping the slick metal railing, knuckles white. His breath came in sharp bursts, and all he could taste was the metallic tang of the rain. It wasn’t the city that pressed on him; it was something deeper. The weight of his family’s disgrace—Marquez—it clung to him like oil, no matter how fast he ran or how hard he tried to wipe it away.
His muscles tensed, ready to move. His instinct was always to run, to leave everything behind and escape the world pulling him down. But tonight, running wouldn’t be enough.
His wristband buzzed, the faint blue light flickering in the corner of his vision. *You’re late.*
Zane cursed under his breath. Lyra. She had warned him not to waste time. He launched himself down the slick path, his shoes barely gripping the wet metal. The city blurred around him, the sound of hover cars and distant voices mixing with the pounding of his heart. The lights flickered past, but nothing felt fast enough. Every muscle burned with the desire to go faster, to outrun everything he carried.
He skidded to a stop in front of the lab’s door, its rusted surface barely visible behind layers of grime and neglect. He yanked it open, stepping into the cold, damp air inside. The sharp scent of mildew and old machinery hit him, crawling into his lungs, clinging to his skin like a wet blanket.
Lyra was already there, her eyes glued to the console. The glow from the monitors cast her face in sharp shadows, her bright green hair almost neon in the dim light. She didn’t look up.
“You’re late,” she said, her voice more tense than casual.
Zane caught his breath. “I got here as fast as I could. What’s going on?”
Lyra’s lips twitched into a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s down below. I found it.”
A chill crept down Zane’s spine. “Found what?”
Lyra didn’t answer, already heading toward the stairs at the far end of the room. Her excitement was palpable, but it twisted Zane’s gut with dread. He followed her, every instinct screaming that this was wrong. The air in the stairwell was colder, thick with dampness that made his skin crawl. The smell of mold and rot hit him hard as they descended, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the narrow space.
They reached the bottom, stepping into a vast chamber. The walls pulsed with an eerie, sickly green light, cast by the twisting vines that clung to the stone. Each tendril seemed alive, writhing with a slow, rhythmic movement. Zane’s skin prickled as the air thickened, the stench of decay almost choking him.
The massive door at the far end of the chamber dominated the space. It looked ancient, alive, its surface rippling like water, covered in symbols that shifted in and out of focus. The closer they moved, the heavier the air became. Zane’s chest tightened, his pulse quickening.
Lyra didn’t hesitate. She reached out toward the door, her breath quick with anticipation.
“Lyra,” Zane whispered, his voice barely audible. “Don’t.”
But she didn’t stop. Her fingers brushed the surface of the door, and it groaned to life. The sound was deep, a bone-rattling vibration that seemed to shake the air itself. The door cracked open, and a gust of cold, foul air rushed out, carrying with it the smell of rot and blood, so thick Zane nearly gagged.
Then the creature emerged.
It slithered from the darkness like a nightmare made flesh. Its body was long, too long, its pale skin glistening with a wet sheen that reflected the sickly green light of the chamber. Its eyes—black, hollow voids—fixed on Zane and Lyra, and the air seemed to freeze.
Zane’s heart stuttered in his chest. Every inch of him screamed to run, but his legs wouldn’t move. He was rooted in place, unable to tear his eyes away from the creature as it moved toward them. Its skin shifted, writhing as though something crawled beneath the surface, the sound of its movement wet and sickening.
Lyra stepped forward, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “It’s beautiful,” she whispered.
Zane’s stomach lurched. He tried to call out, to stop her, but the words died in his throat. His chest felt tight, every breath harder than the last as the creature moved faster now, its eyes locking onto Lyra.
Before Zane could scream, the creature lashed out. Its arm shot forward, too fast, wrapping around Lyra’s wrist with an unnatural, bone-crushing strength. Her scream pierced the air, a sound of pure, unfiltered pain. Zane’s blood turned to ice as he watched her body seize up, her skin paling as the creature’s grip tightened.
“Lyra!” Zane shouted, his voice breaking through the suffocating weight. He stumbled forward, grabbing the first thing he could—a jagged piece of metal from the floor—and hurled it at the creature with all his strength.
The metal struck its side with a dull thud, but the creature didn’t even flinch. Its grip on Lyra tightened, and her scream turned into a gasping, ragged breath. Zane’s heart raced as he swung again, harder this time. The sharp edge sliced into the creature’s flesh, and a high-pitched screech filled the chamber, echoing off the walls.
The creature recoiled, its grip loosening just enough for Zane to pull Lyra free. He dragged her back, his muscles screaming with the effort as he stumbled toward the stairs. The creature shrieked behind them, a sound that rattled in Zane’s bones, but he didn’t look back.
They were almost at the top when the creature lunged again. Its arm shot out, striking Zane’s side with a force that sent him crashing against the wall. Pain exploded in his ribs, his vision blurring as he hit the cold stone. His ears rang, the world spinning as he struggled to focus.
Lyra screamed again, but Zane couldn’t see her. His mind raced, panic clawing at his throat as the creature’s screeches grew louder, more desperate. He reached for the door, his fingers brushing the cold metal as he pulled himself to his feet.
But the creature was too fast. It lunged at Lyra, its eyes burning with rage. Zane’s breath caught in his throat as his hand found an exposed wire hanging from the ceiling. Without thinking, he tore it loose, sparks flying as the wire ripped free.
The creature was inches from Lyra when Zane thrust the live wire forward. Electricity exploded into the air, a violent arc of light connecting the wire to the creature’s body. The chamber lit up as the creature convulsed, its body writhing and twisting in a blinding shower of sparks. Its final screech tore through the air, high and shrill, before it collapsed in a heap of smoldering flesh.
Zane didn’t wait for it to recover. He grabbed Lyra’s arm, pulling her up the last few steps and slamming the door shut behind them. The lab’s cold, sterile air hit him like a shock, and he collapsed against the wall, gasping for breath.
For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing. Lyra slumped beside him, her face pale, her body trembling from the shock.
Zane staggered to his feet, moving to the console with shaking hands. He accessed the lab’s emergency protocol, his fingers hovering over the final command. He glanced back at Lyra, her eyes wide with fear.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice weak.
Zane’s jaw clenched. “Finishing it.”
He slammed his fist down on the button. The chamber below erupted into flame, the roar of fire filling the air as the lab shook. The creature’s final, dying scream echoed through the walls, then fell silent.
The shaking stopped. The fire died.
Zane fell to his knees, his body trembling, every muscle screaming in exhaustion. Lyra’s hand found his, weak but alive.
“It’s over,” she whispered.
Zane nodded, staring at the smoldering door below.
It was over. For good.
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