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// Trapped In Oblivion 
// Story: The Final Crusade 
// by Enfield 
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James awoke in complete darkness. He had no idea what had just happened after he had blacked out, James guessed he was in a coma because he seemed to be able to move even though he was in what looked like a massive black box. James stood up and took a couple of steps, each footfall echoed in the dark room.
“Hello?” James said. All he heard was his voice bounce off the unseen walls. 
James walked around in a circle, he wondered if this was limbo or purgatory and awaiting God to confront him or to sit here for eternity. 
“Anyone up there?” he asked. James waved his hand in front of him, he could see his hand and arm. His clothes were bloodless and neatly pressed. James didn’t know how this was happening but he sat back down on the ground and tried to think.
“Where am I?” he thought to himself, “What am I doing here and how long have I been here in this bloody room?” 

James lay on his back and shut his eyes and tried to see if he could fall asleep, he thought of all the days he spent with the Crusaders. As he relived the memories in fragments he felt a few tears run down his cheeks, he knew that there wasn’t a possibility of surviving if he was alive or being able to say a final goodbye to the Crusaders if he was dead. 
Then the screaming started.

James sat bolt upright and looked around the dark room. He knew that he had heard screams and it sounded horrible, they started up again and James had to cover his ears with his hands. The person who was screaming sounded like they were in a lot of pain and suffering torment from something. James tried to focus on the cries but he had his fingers in his ears because of the echoes. 
“Shut up!” he yelled, “Just shut up whoever you are!”
The screams stopped and distant voices replaced them.

“My word this is hard work,” one voice said, it sounded like a man. 
“At least we got the metal out of him,” a second said, this voice belonged to a female. James listened closely to what the two were talking about.
“Is he going to live?” the female asked.
“Hard to tell,” the man replied, “He’s lost a lot of blood and his pulse has dropped since yesterday.” 
“You missed one,” the female said. 
“Hold him down, I don’t want him to lash out again,” the man said. More screams followed and James was now trying to figure out who it was.
“For someone who’s only got one functioning lung he sure can scream the place down,” the man said.
“It might be all he can do now,” the female said. Another cry of pain followed and that’s when James was able to tell who’s scream it was.
It was his.