#12floors

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12Floors - #12 Winner

Hi, hello, this is going to be a little (hopefully) 12 week series about 1k words each. To be confusing, this is part 1. We are working backwards. 12 people. 12 floors. TW Death. Good luck.

She found herself on the other side of the door. She gripped the key tightly in her hand. The key had been so warm- now all she could feel was how cold the blood was. Could she forgive herself if she hadn’t been able to forgive her? If what Spencer did was the point of no return, was there any salvation left for her?

The loud bang forced her back into reality. The whatever clock that shook the walls of the maze. She had to keep going. She started running. She didn’t know who was left. Out of the twelve she knew there were seven others unaccounted for. Was someone waiting at the end for her? It didn’t matter. Either she made it or she didn’t. She knew that. But the need for survival. The unexplained force in her body told her that she had to made it. That she was going to make it.

The twelfth floor, or first floor really, was brighter and quiet. The clock was distant again, but there were no other sounds besides her running footsteps and heavy breathing. There seemed to be nothing else there with her. No screaming. No pipes or machines. Barely anything that reminded her of a building at all. And the path was different too. Maybe it was the light. Florescent and buzzing quietly. The hallways felt long. White shiny tiled floors. White walls. White ceilings. The turns were sharp and lead to more long halls. As if there was some sort of pattern forcing her to take the most time possible. Savoring the hopefulness of the way out if one could reach it.

She was exhausted. The adrenaline could only do so much. After so long, it make it all worse. Her legs were sore. Her shoulder felt wrong. Her ribs ached. Not to mention everything else settling in- her stomach twisting as it had been floors since she had anything to eat. Her head pounded. There was nothing to do about any of it. She had her break. She took her time. But now she had the key. She had a chance. It was all she had left.

Turn after turn. Long hallway after long hallway. Eventually she noticed the hallways were shorter. There were more turns. Everything else was plain. Nothing to look at and analyze. She had nothing more to do than run.

A door opened. Echoing from behind her. Someone was still out there. Someone was following her. She paused for a moment. Listening. Waiting to find out what she could hear. Arguing with herself. Should she wait? She could help them. They could both leave. Maybe it would be good. Maybe they could help her. Maybe they could both rest finally. Or maybe they would kill her.

She took a few slow steps around the corner. They weren’t running. But that didn’t mean they weren’t moving towards her. She needed to keep going. But she turned to see a room. It was small. The hallways continued on the other side of it. And there was only one thing in the room. A gun. It laid in the middle of the floor.

She grabbed it and kept moving. She had a ways to go. And now the sounds of the building started to grow louder once again. The clock ticking. Urging them forwards. Haunting them. The short hallways turned long once again.

Keep moving. Keep Moving. It was the only thing on her mind. It had to be the only thing on her mind. The memory of everyone. Of everything she had witnessed. She needed them out of her mind. She didn’t have the time to dwell. But it was catching up to her. She could feel it growing in her chest. The deep sadness. The heartbreak. The grief.

Then there was the door. The door that hopefully her key opened. It had to have been worth it. Everything had to have been worth it. But she heard it. Footsteps. Running. Muffled. They had taken off their shoes. They were following her. They were hunting her down. They were looking for the key. For any chance of survival.

She ran to the door. The key in her hand. She tried to quickly place it in the lock, but she had a gun with nowhere to put it. She had to resort to holding it between her thighs. And the blood may have dried, but the adrenaline caused her head to pound and hands to shake.

“Hey!”

She dropped the gun. Glancing back for a moment. Mark. Mark, who was tall and strong. Mark who could pick her up and throw her if he had to. She needed to get the key into the lock. She didn’t know if she could trust him. He had helped her on floor six. But so much had happened since.

“You can’t leave me here,” He said. He was behind her. He was grabbing her hands, pulling the key from her fingers. “We can leave together- we can work together.” He pleaded. Yet he was forcing the key from her hands. Pinning her against the door, towering over her.

“No,” She struggled against him. Shoving him as hard as she could, nails scraping against his skin. He had the key. And she had stumbled, landing on her knees. The gun slid away from her a little.

“Fuck, where did you get that?” He asked. He had taken a few steps back from her. “Look, I’m not trying to hurt you.” But he inched towards the gun. It was still her arms reach for her. And she was on the ground already.

She shot him. Any words died on her lips with him. She took a moment to stare. Her crying had stopped. Shock had taken over. The clock ticked. She reached and grabbed the key from his body. She got back up and unlocked the door. It took a few tries, but she got it. She made it. “Winner!” rang from the speakers.

[terminus-developers]

[emaadsidiki]

Uniqlo Ginza👕 12floors Steadily!

[aestatismors]

I know 12floors isn't going to be a huge thing but I am still excited

[tangian]

Second time natapos hanggang 12floors ng Spiral Abyss… 🥵

[shininjjongg]

Tranquil, paper, tiger, seven, trick, heart & pink 💋

Tranquil - Who do you laugh the most with?My besties and my squads.Paper - What is your favorite novel?Flight from the USSRTiger - What is your bravest moment?I was on the rooftop of 12floor building and i was walking on the edge and listening to music, i almost fell off too lmaoSeven - Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, or Pride?Wrath Pink - Panties, bloomers, or lingerie?Panties 🌸Trick - White lie or deceit?I hate lies in general but white lie igHeart - Are you in love?Damn i wish someone could melt my cold ass heart

[sherrysioksim]

King size bed with added extra single bed #12floor #hotel #room #add #extra #single #bed next #king #size #bed #momlife #travelgram #travelblogger with #my #kids #parentingblogger #Parenting #motherhood #travel #schoolholidays #Malaysia #throwback #latergram #short #vacay (at Hotel Armada Petaling Jaya)

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12Floors - #10 Spencer

Hi, hello, this is going to be a little 12 week series about 1k words each. To be confusing, this is part 3. We are working backwards. 12 people. 12 floors. TW Death. Good luck.

The floor sounded different. The literal floor and the 10th floor as a whole. The lights flickered. Bright and buzzing. They were practically strobing. And Spencer didn't want to look at the lights. She didn't want to look down either. But once she noticed how different everything was, she couldn't not notice it. The floor was glass. She had already made it several feet. She had no time to panic. Gianna burst through the door after her. They were getting out together.

"Don't look down!" Spencer called. "Come on," She reached her hand out for her friend. Neither of them liked heights. They weren't sure how, but through the floor they could barely made out water several feet below them. The staircase to the next floor must be longer than any of the others. Spencer was sure of that. Gianna took her hand.

They had been best friends for years. Middle school had been a tough time for Spencer. She had barely stayed at any school long enough to make friends. But things were supposed to be different. And Gianna made sure they were. They did everything together back then. They had their own lives now, but they met up most days of the week. Dinner or coffee. A walk through the park with their dogs. They talked about the boys they were seeing, how awful their jobs were, how much they regret not being roommates throughout college. But they had plans.

They knew they would meet up with any free time they had. Neither of them knew how to be friends through calls or text. They had distance. They needed it. It worked. Even now with blood on Spencer's hands, Gianna stuck by her. Once they got out, it wouldn't matter anymore. They would never bring up. It would be lost to time. Just like their rivalry for Jude once upon a time.

Gianna groaned. "I hate this. I hate this. I never want to be able to see anything under me again."

"I told you at the start to not look down."

"I know. It's a little hard to see where I'm going though."

Spencer was sure they are half way through the floor by now. Or by god she hoped so. There were two doors. The first doors they had encountered on that floor. She looked at Gianna. They had stopped to lean against the wall for a moment. The edges of the floor were solid. A sort of grid for the glass panels. It was a small relief to be along the edge. A small breather. One they hoped they had time for.

"You take one and I take one?" Spencer suggested.

"Give me a minute."

"Gianna." Spencer said, her voice flat. "I know you're tired. So am I. But we need to keep going."

"I said to give me a minute."

Gianna's breathing didn't sound great. Spencer sighed and looked at the two doors.

"Fine. I'm going. Go through the other one." Spencer walked off. Gianna protested. Loudly.

Spencer didn't look back at her. She needed to keep going. Gianna could make the time up. She couldn't risk anyone getting the key in their hands. She was getting out. She had to. She had a whole life waiting for her out there. She had picked the door on the left. The doorknob had a key hole. It was unlocked, but she was sure it was important somehow.

She kept a causal pace. She didn't want to get too far ahead of Gianna. And she knew better than to think Gianna would pick the other door. If they weren't trying to survive, it would be different. But they made an agreement to stick together. They were going to. If Gianna could keep up. Spencer was the one with the key. She wasn't about to hand it over, not even to her friend.

Eventually she paused. Waiting and listening for footsteps. But everything echoed back. It was impossible to tell who was who and where they were. She kept going. Faster now. She would just have to hope Gianna could catch up to her at the doors if nothing else. She couldn't wait there all day.

It was the room before where the two paths came together again. At least, Spencer assumed by the door at the end. But there was a note on the door. She only noticed it when she opened it; the light from the other side flooded in. It wasn't flickering. She was meant to read it, right?

'Use the key for protection.'

That was all it said. She reread it three times and looked around on the ground. Did she miss something. There was nothing in the room ahead of her. She was sure of it. But on the floor, in the darker room- a keyhole was in the floor. She knelt down to it. She took the key out for the first time and inserted it. It fit. That was half the battle.

She didn't care about what it did. Spencer had Gianna following after her certainly. She didn't need protection. She was far enough ahead of everyone. Until she heard running. Towards her. She could see them in the flickering light. A shadow. It wasn't Gianna. Gianna would have yelled. Would have said something. Gianna wouldn't be running.

She turned the key. She heard the click. Whoever it was, they weren't going to chase after her. She took the key with her and closed the door. She heard the crack before the door slammed. The scream. Panic. Surprise. Then Gianna's voice. She opened the door yelling her friend's name. Only to watch her step off of the platform. Into the depths below. The glass was no longer there. She had no way to go back. And anyone that came that way would die if they weren't careful.

"Spencer?" Gianna called out. Her voice sounded panicked. Scared. She let out a sob. And Spencer closed the door again.

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12Floors - #11 Mark

Hi, hello, this is going to be a little 12 week series about 1k words each. To be confusing, this is part 2. We are working backwards. 12 people. 12 floors. TW Death. Good luck.

Mark could hear her screams. He had done so much to keep everyone going. To keep everyone ahead of him. But now the chaos spread in a different way. Chain reactions. Nothing in those walls could be left unnoticed- forgotten. The floors were getting brighter and clear. Whatever had chased them before was long gone.

It was hard to be grateful for making it so far. Charlie had begged him. And he listened. But he didn’t feel justified. He didn’t feel like he had helped him. Like he had helped anyone. He felt cruel, the kind that could never wash off of him. He had long forgotten how loud the building was. There was nothing to pull him back, especially as it grew quieter with every floor.

The screaming stopped. That he noticed. That made him move again. But who was waiting for him? Who was up there? What was up there? He walked, trying to save his energy. Trying to listen for the danger that lurked, but all he could hear was the squeak of his shoes. Every step. As if they were newly cleaned. Purposely cleaned to make him loud to everyone before him.

The anxiety clawed at his chest. If something else was there- If he was supposed to be hunted… He took off his shoes. His footsteps had weight and strength behind them. He couldn’t muffle all of the sound. And in his socks, he would need to walk carefully to not slip. But it was better than letting whatever or whoever know he was still there.

He crept quietly. The room was small and the door lead to another room. Then he had more doors to choose from. A door open and a door closed. The doors were heavy and had to be propped open with furniture. The rooms had been with filled with furniture, perhaps for that purpose. Or like it had all been thrown in there for everyone to climb around. To slow them down.

It was difficult to work around it all quietly. Things had been moved or climbed on already, indicated by the marks on the floor. But Mark was bigger than the others that had been before him. His long legs gave an advantage but only just.

Mark made it through a few rooms, through a few doors sometimes taking different ones than the opened ones. The current room was cold and darker than the rest. There was glass on the floor. He moved carefully to not step on it. At the exit door he found them. He didn’t know if the screams had belonged to them- their face was gone. He didn’t know who it was anymore. Anything remotely identifiable had been- eaten? As if the body had been mauled by some sort of beast.

He hadn’t heard anything of the sort. But he knew better than to think that meant anything. He was convinced that there were other ways of getting around in the floors. Something for anything else that lurked in the place. Perhaps they could have used them too. Maybe that could have been a way out for them.

Mark stepped over the body. A silent prayer on his lips. If he lived, he couldn’t even tell their family. And maybe he shouldn’t tell anyone. It was better to not know what had happened there. If he had to recount what fate there had been for Charlie- he couldn’t stomach recounting anything from that building.

He kept moving. He had to keep moving. Step by step. He didn’t know what lurked on the floor with him. He didn’t know what attracted it either. He had some false hope that maybe, just maybe, he was safe. Before he knew certainly. And now afterwards. He needed it. False hope or not, he needed it.

Then he saw it. The source of the screams. He was sure of it. There was a dog over the body. Spencer. Over Spencer. Spencer who had had the key. The key that they hoped would let them out. But now- now there was a beast between him and the door to the stairs. The door to the next floor. To the final floor, if the note could be trusted. He didn’t trust it.

He inched his way closer. Stopping at any sign of the dog possibly knowing that he was there. He looked Spencer’s body over. It took everything in him to not gag. To not vomit on the floor and let the beast know of his presence. But he needed the key. He needed to know if it was still there.

Her open hand was empty. The dog sniffed it and looked up at the door for a moment before returning to his devouring. Mark looked at the door too. Did someone make it? Then he saw it. The bloody hand print on the door. The drops of blood leading to it. Someone was on the 12th floor.

Mark looked back at the body, moving closer and closer to the door. If he was wrong about the key- could he come back? Would the doors open? Would the dog still be there? Waiting for him? But he couldn’t see the key. And if he risked it- it wasn’t worth it. He would rather die at the doors than be mauled.

The dog looked up at him. Growling. Mark was between the dog and the door now. He had a chance. He ran. The dog chased him. But he got the door open and closed it behind him. He had felt the snap of its teeth before the door shut. He sat on the floor, looking back at where he had come from with a sigh. The dog barked at the door, jumping against it.

He had survived. But at such a cost. They may have been already dead, but it gave him no comfort.

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Teaser

Mark could hear her screams. He had done so much to keep everyone going. To keep everyone ahead of him. But now the chaos spread in a different way. Chain reactions. Nothing in those walls could be left unnoticed- forgotten. The floors were getting brighter and clear. Whatever had chased them before was long gone.

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I love how I was so set on like I'm going to finish something and it's only 12 1k bits right? But then I skipped 3 weeks because of work and now I have no interest in writing 12floors bc who cares

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I missed the time frame to do a poll for 12floors but oh well