Ten years ago, a group of young friends went seeking youthful adventure.
But something happened. Something terrible.
They made a pact to never speak of it, not to anyone - not even with each other, no matter what.
Now, they have grown up and grown apart, each trying desperately to move on from the day that changed everything while finding their way in the world.
But a brutal murder occurs, and it is one of them – a haunting reminder of their fateful connection. Then another, and in the ensuing killing spree across the country it becomes clear that one by one everyone there that day is a target, or a suspect.
They quickly realize that they must band together against the unstoppable, vengeful force who wants their silence broken or silence them forever…
On the afternoon of his 8th birthday, he went upstairs and was not seen again for 9 years. Treated and rehabilitated, Kyle Evans is now a young man ready to begin his journey out of the darkness and explore the possibility of living a normal life after his return, labelled as 'Boy X' by the media. With the silent hope that no one would realize who he is, he gradually begins to break free of the past, surrounded by other's who have ghosts of their own haunting them from the shadows.
Heir to the family millions, Joel McDonald's darkness exists in the fact that his place in the world has been predefined. But there is a new face in town, someone whose darkness brings him out of his own. Unaware that their paths have crossed before, Joel realizes that he is only reaching the crux of his journey to break free of the chains that have so long caged him to the family fortune.
Life has never been the same for Michael Harper, not since the murder. Everything is spiraling out of control for him and long-time friend Jessie as they continue to do the bidding of two dirty cops to stay out of prison.
Their lives were ruined by a chain of events they are yet to uncover, when the reopening of an old mine shaft brings to surface a shocking revelation and prompts Michael to look deeper into the past.
As the chaos surrounding the old E Shaft draws further attention across the nation, detectives Jordan and Underwood find themselves desperate for clues to unravel the enigma within the shaft as the body count begins to rise. As the dangerous secrets of the past surface, everyone quickly finds themselves in the middle of a conspiracy designed by the mysterious 'Corporation' and carried out by its agents in black who strive to silence anyone in their way of them reaching the Corporation's ultimate goal.
In Part One, the turbulent past begins to collide with the present in a race to free themselves of their inner darkness as they begin to scratch the surface of the dangerous truth buried within the old mine...
Through the darkness of passageways that wreak the rot of death and stale stench of decaying humanity, I walk alone. The ground is black with a cold ink that is the rotten ooze of blood from the core of the souls who have fallen there and the walls reach limitlessly in a menacing gloom of decomposed grey with horrifying remains of the fighting those fallen whose black pain lay across the floor. Scratches, splatters and fragments of physical emotions present at their fall.
The coldness in the passageways feels both bearable and intolerable as the clinging hollow cold shivers in motionless air like a physical entity in itself, hanging invisibly there. As I further down the passage I realize that the oozing pain and ache that lay the floor remains constant, as does the air and stench.
It is however the walls that bare on them new markings. The despair and suffering if evident and even in the icy existence of the physical entity in the air I can feel cold riveting down my spine, and the further I walk the thicker it gets to breath at the sight of the walls story and the remains of those fallen on the ground in the blackness.
The history is what grips my chest, but it is the suffering and hurt that claws my lungs and squeezes at my breath.
The haunting memory of these fallen souls is so sever in everything that I feel my legs weakening as though the repulsive remains of these brave men and women who have fallen got thicker, dragging me to slow before I go further into the pass way.
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