[Silversnow]

*sings* Are you only playing games...

CHAPTER 1
The silence laid like a cloak over the halls. Just the steps of the guards were heard. A guard stopped in front of a door and looked around. It was a broad text on the door, ´Chamber 8`. The guard made an attempt to open the door and found that it was locked. He picked out a small box from a special socket in his pants, took out from it a couple of needlelike pieces of iron. He started a try to open the lock with them. Some steps from feet that didn’t belong to slig guards scared the guard away. A mudokon in a gray suit came stumbling down the same hall. He stopped outside the door and looked at it. After a couple of minutes with staring on the door he smiled and tried to open it.
“But for the lofve of…” he mumbled and started to kick the door. “Open up! I warn you, dammit!” he screamed while doing it. He stopped when he heard that someone struggled with the lock. He saw the slig face of Quarter in the door. Quarter stared on him.
“Hello, Ace. High as a house, I presume?”
“I… ‘hick’ I… Of coursche I am… It’s no work tomorrow…”
“No… Of course not… Wanna get in and sleep it off?”
Ace nodded.
“Fine…” Quarter nodded and opened the door. Ace stumbled in.
“Haya! The king isch back on hisch throne onche more…” he said and barely made it to his bed before he fell asleep on it. Quarter shook his head, locked to door and went back to his own bed. He saw that Jekketh bent down.
“He’s… drunk again?” he asked Quarter.
Quarter nodded.
“Oh.” He said as if it wasn’t a big surprise. He went back to bed and didn’t care about what Quarter had to say. Quarter went back to his own bed, laid down and stared up in the bottom of the bed over him. It reminded him of the thing that happened to him long ago, that horrible thing the unidentifiable creature had done to him. He raised his hand to his face and let his finger run down along the scar on it. The flashbacks returned, of the screams and the sounds of the claws ripping flesh apart.
The sound of a alarm clock woke him up of his thoughts. His arm shot out and crashed down on the "Snooze" button. Énial mumbled something in sleep above him. The word "nicer" was involved. Quarter smiled to himself, took his hand away from the "snooze" button and looked at it. It was just half past 3. He turned over in his bed and tried to forget about the memories that just had awoken in his mind. He closed his eyes and in the very next second, sleep had overpowered him.