A Failed Experiment

Chapters

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. II: A new friend
Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. III: Trouble in the big city
Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. IV: A show of force
Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. V: A show of force pt. II
Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VI: Capital city
Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VII: Meeting with royalty
Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VIII: Three's company
Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. I: Waters churning
Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. II: Meeting again
Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. III: Greetings from the depths of the mind
Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. IV: A warning for the future
Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. V: A town called Ponyville
Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. VI: Black wings
Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. VII: Birthday
Escape from Hell- Final Act, Pt. I: Facing the monster
Escape from Hell- Final Act, Pt. II: Equivalent exchange
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Escape from Hell- Final Act, Pt. IV: An end to the beginning...
Arc I-II, Intermission I: Luis Vera
Arc I-II, Intermission II: Museum
Arc I-II, Intermission III: Castle ruins
Arc I-II, Intermission IV: Intervention
Dedications
Arc I-II, Intermission V: A quick resolution
Arc I-II, Intermission VI: Beginning to change
As the World Turns- Act I, Pt. I: These are the days of our lives
As the World Turns- Act I, Pt. II: These are the things we must go through, day by day
As the World Turns- Act I, Pt. III: We all experience things in life
As the World Turns- Act I, Pt. IV: Trials and tribulations that we all must go through
As the World Turns- Act I, Pt. V: When someone wants to test us, when someone tries our patience
As the World Turns- Act I, Pt. VI: I don't know why this world keep turning, round and round
As the World Turns- Act I, Pt. VII: But I wish it would stop, and let me off right now
As the World Turns- Act I, Pt. VIII: Every single day the world keeps turning, keeps turning
Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. I: Leaving the world behind

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. II: A new friend

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. I: Leaving the world behind

Whack!

My head jerked to the left as the blow hit. I spat blood from my mouth, adding to the delicious red liquid already coating most of the floor and walls of my cell. With a smirk, I asked the "scientist" standing over me, "You almost done with the light stuff? I ain't even gettin' damp off this shit."

Oooohhhhhh, did that make him angry. Well, angrier than he was. Breathing hard, he poised to swing the bat once more, shouting at me, "Shut it you disgusting whore!" Ah, the good old insults. Whore, filth, freak, slut, garbage, useless, all of those and more. They really need some new-

Whack!

Some new ones. I wonder how long he's gonna be doing this for? I already heard they finally decided to get rid of me today, seeing as my screams stopped coming to satisfy them. Oh boo hoo, the little girl won't cry after so many years of maiming, wah wah. Seriously, can't they just kill me already?

Suddenly, the man before me grabbed me by my hair and dragged me from my room saying, "C'mon freak, Jeriah wants another few hours with you before we dump you. He says two months without his little pet is too long." Oh Doctor Jeriah, that disgusting pile of human waste. For the last seventeen years he's been pulling me into his room and screwing me until I pass out. Don't think I like it though, getting raped almost a thousand times just takes away some of the trauma when talking about it. Oh look, there's his door, time for some fun...

"Bahahahahaha-haha.... Aha- O-oh God- hahahahahahahahaha." Sweet Lord almighty that was too funny. Apparently they forgot to inform Jeriah that I was dying today, thus making me act "very disobedient" as they put it, and one of the experiments in the past year gave me razor sharp, near indestructible teeth that can cut through almost anything! Guess what I did when he tried to stick his dick in my mouth? Chomp chomp motherfucker. You shoulda' seen his face when I spit the shredded thing right back at him. Aahhh, too good. Oh whoops, looks like they're beating me again, I didn't even notice.

The guy in charge of my beatings was pretty pissed by the sound of it, "Stop fucking laughing you abomination! Jesus Christ, let's just kill her already!"

One of his lackeys ran off saying, "Y-yes sir." He returned a second or two later with a gun in his hands, "Here you go sir."

"Thank you." He and I said simultaneously. A bit perturbed by my apparent want to be shot, he just put the gun to my temple and asked, "Any last words?"

I smiled at him, "Just two; Fuck you!" Then, in a flash and a bang, everything turned dark.

"Well this makes no sense..." Lemme tell you, getting killed then waking up in some weird, pitch black void place is an odd experience. "I'm guessing that I'm dead but, what the hell is this place?"

"Welcome, young human." I spun around to see the source of the otherworldly, demonic voice. Man was it strange. He wore this big, black cloak, carried a huge scythe, and had his facial features shrouded in shadows. He reached into his cloak and pulled out a piece of weird looking paper, which he read:

"Sarah Akinson, twenty years old, pale skin, white hair and red eyes due to albinism, suffers from insanity, paranoia, a masochistic nature brought on by torture, severe hatred for those in the medical field and... Humans in general, too?" He glanced down at me for a second at the seemingly odd fact, "Victim of aforementioned torture as well as multiple cases of rape, experimentation, dismemberment of the right arm, accumulated close to five thousand individual scars over the time of all these, died from a gunshot to the only weakened area of the skull, apparently designed as a fail safe if your death was needed... You are a very strange case indeed, young lady."

"Well fuck you too tall, dark and gruesome!" I know yelling at Death is a bad idea, but I don't need him telling me what's wrong with me!

He glance, I guess lazily, at me and continued reading, "Let's see, increased natural abilities due to experiments done, including strength, speed, agility, reaction timing, eyesight, and a few other things." He paused and rubbed his chin, "Hmmm, you could prove useful to me."

I swear to God i almost choked at that statement. Useful? I could actually be useful for once? After all those years of being considered a useless wast of time, I could actually be worth something to someone!? "W-what do you mean?"

His form distorted and turned into a human male with slicked black hair and a sunken in face, "I could resurrect you into a new world, one where you wouldn't have to go through any of that again, and give you a fresh start. All you would need to do is serve as my agent; a Wraith."

Barely containing my excitement, I asked, "Alright, okay, yeah, anything as long as I can be useful to you!"

He smiled and chuckled somewhat wryly, "Hmmph, alright. Although you must know a few things about being a Wraith. You will not be able to sustain yourself on food and drink, only the souls of those you kill. You will also have strange powers that only you yourself will wield, meaning you will have to discover them yourself." Then, without warning, a large, multicolored gate appeared before us. He waved his hand causing it to open and send a wave of blinding light over us. I felt a hand press against my back as I was thrown into the open gate, but not before he told me, "Oh, I almsot forgot to mention, the transformation is quite painful." And then I fell.

Painful.... Yeah right. The worst feeling I got from it was a slight ache all over my body. I guess the resistance to pain from years of torture is a blessing (and a curse, seeing as I'm a masochist, but whatever). The next thing, after the immense pain, was knowledge of the world and it's history. Apparently there were humans here before, and apparently they did something that warranted genocide. Meh. What? The paper said I hate humans. Oh look at that, I'm passing out.

Waking up, I noticed two things. One, I was in a clearing in a lightly wooded area somewhere in... Equestria, it was called. Two, I was wearing more than the absolutely nothing I had on before. Getting up from the ground, which caused my body to release several cracks and pops as my joints moved, I looked over my surroundings. Yep, just a clearing in the woods with a stream nearby. Deciding to find out what I looked like, I walked to the stream and peered at my reflection, which honestly shocked me a bit.

(AN: Closest I could get to what I wanted. Also, replace the helmet with a black, leather stetson and turn the hair white and make it go down to the knees and you get the full picture)

"Good Lord I look absolutely terrifying. Wait a minute... Holy shit my arm's back!" I pulled up the sleeve of my.. What's it called? Trench coat, I think. Anyway, I pulled the right sleeve up to see a completely skeletal arm, which was odd because the sleeve hung over it like it would if there was an arm there, instead of just sagging down. I put the sleeve back down and shrugged, deciding not to question it. "Alright now, what should I do...?"

"AAAhhhhhhhhh! Somepony, help!" Whelp, that answers that! I turned to the right and sprinted in the direction I hear the voice coming from. After a few seconds, I burst from the trees and bushes to see a.... Mare, I think the word was, surrounded by three wolves. It seemed that my comment about my outfit being terrifying was true, because she screamed even louder when she saw me.

I twisted my head to look at her and glared through my mask, "Ah shut up will ya? I'm here to help." As I said this, one of the wolves thought it would be the absolute best idea to charge me! It wasn't. It leaped into the air and opened it's jaws wide to bite me, but before it could, I brought my left fist down on top of it's head and slammed it into the ground. There was a sickening crack as it smacked into the forest floor, accompanied by a pained yelp which died out almost as soon as it came. "S'what I thought."

The two smaller wolves backed away, while the larger one, presumably the Alpha or Beta, began to circle me slowly. I wondered how to deal with all three and still keep the mare from getting injured when I heard a voice, Death's voice, whiper in my head, 'Did you happen to notice the symbols etched into your right arm?' I shook my head, which seemed to actually confuse the animal circling me, 'Well, I suppose just knowing of the symbols isn't too important. Anyway, your right arm is also your Wraith Weapon. Just hold it straight out to your side and say "Wraith Claw, activate" and it will do the rest.'

I nodded and let out a breath, then held my arm out and did as instructed, "Wraith Claw, activate." What happened next was pretty damn cool. Veins burst from my shoulder and out of my coat, before going right back in the sleeve just a few inches below where hey came out. The sleeve then seemed to dissolve and reveal my skeletal arm, which had turned black and had tiny little spikes here and there. The biggest change was my hand, which now sported six inch long claws instead of fingers. "Sweeeet."

The mare looked about ready to piss herself, and the wolves began to look unsure about attacking. One of the wolves, the smallest, panicked and lunged at me. Big mistake. Before it even got two feet off the ground, I ran in front of it and swung my claws upward, splitting its face open and spraying blood all over me. I then caught the body in mid fall and brought the neck to my mouth, which I tore open with my teeth, after lowering my mask, and drank its blood from. Sweet, sweet blood. It would seem that somewhere along the line of my stay with A.N.G.E.L., I developed a taste for it. Really delicious stuff, I'd say.

After I dropped the corpse, I face the other two wolves that remained. Or rather, the one that remained. It would seem the other small one pussied out and ran, leaving me with the leader. "Hey doggy," I licked the blood from my claws, "how about you play dead?" To my surprise, it actually backed down. I remembered, from the many times I was put up against animals to test my fighting capabilities, how a wolf acts when it submits itself to a stronger animal. It would seem this one recognized me as such, because that's what it did. "Well great, now I'm the leader of a pack of wolves, er, one wolf..." I deactivated my claws, which caused my sleeve to return, and bent down to pat the wolf on the head. It flinched at first, but slowly leaned into my hand as I petted it. "I have a pet wolf now... Cool I guess. At least there are no scientists forcing me to kill this one, even after it gave up."

It was then that I heard a thump to my left, and I looked over to see that the mare had passed out from shock. I walked over to her and tried to wake her up, but she was out cold "God Dammit, now I gotta get her back to the nearest town or city or whatever." I lifted her up, which made me notice she had a gash in her side, "Scratch that, the nearest... Ugh, hospital..." I growled the last word with such contempt that both the wolf and the mare instinctively shuddered in fear.

Speaking of the mare, I'll describe her. She has gray coat, with a darker gray, almost black, unkempt mane and tail. Her... I think I heard them called Cutie Marks in that history lesson. Her Cutie Mark was what looked like a lump of hot coal. Oh yeah, and she's a unicorn, I guess that's important to mention.

After walking for a bit, we made our way out of the woods, and I spotted a town not too far away. "Okay, so, a tall, blood covered member of a race of creatures that were slaughtered a long time ago, and equally blood covered and very large wolf, and a pony that has a claw mark on it that is unmistakeably from a wolf... This should go well!" I said the last bit with a smile under my mask, as I made my way towards the town.

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. III: Trouble in the big city

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. II: A new friend

Well the trip into town, which the sign along the way said was called "Baltimare", was relatively uneventful. The only thing that actually happened was the mare waking up, but she passed out again after realizing I was carrying her. Ungrateful little... Ugh, whatever. I had to run the whole way, seeing as the mare was bleeding rather heavily. I wouldn't have a problem with a gash like that, hell I probably woulda gotten off on it, but the average person-er pony, is more... Fragile, I guess you could say. Not looking forward to the hospital though.

As I neared the edge of the city, I realized I had no clue about the location of a hospital, if there even was one. I slowed down as I entered the city limits, looking around for a pony to ask for directions. Spotting a mare walking along the sidewalk, I jogged over and tapped her shoulder, "Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the nearest... Ugh, hospital?"

She turned around, keeping her eyes closed as she answered, "Certainly... Head down this road then... Uh... What?" That's when she opened her eyes. "I, uh, um...."

Rolling my eyes, I snapped at her, "Look lass, I got a bleeding mare here that needs medical attention, now! So, just tell me where the hospital is, and I'll be on my way!"

She flinched a but, startled by my yelling, "Uh right, right. Um, just head down this road, take the second right, then keep walking until you see a large, white building with a red cross on it. Can't miss it."

I nodded, "Thank you. C'mon pooch, to the hospital!" It seems she didn't see my wolf friend at first, because I heard a startled scream seconds after I took off down the street. Oh well, not my problem. I reached the hospital pretty quickly, only a minute and a half jog, and I burst through the doors and ran to the front desk, past the frightened ponies in the waiting area. The place smells like medicine and shit. And it's sterile white. Fucking everywhere. God I hate hospitals. Ugh, can't think of that now, gotta get this mare help.

Walking up to the nurse at the desk, I slammed my hand down on the counter to get her attention, "S'cuse me, but I got an injured mare here, and she needs medical attention. She got attacked by a wolf."

Looking at me with slight fear, she said, well shouted really, "D-doctor Stable, I need you out here. Now, please!" A Doctor, God I hate that word, wanna kill him, came out from a door to my right, took one look at the mare, then called for a few nurses to help carry her away.

I nodded, "Thank you, I might not burn this place down now." I looked at the nurse to see a fearful scowl on her face, "Oi, I said I wouldn't, didn't I?" Not bothering to listen to her response, if she would even offer one, I walked back to the waiting area and leaned against a wall. Sighing, I pulled my hat off and ran a hand through my still grimy and unkempt hair, then pulled my mask down, drawing gasps from the surrounding ponies. Apparently they aren't used to blood red, almost glowing eyes, razor sharp teeth stained with blood, and almost a hundred scars covering ones face. Tough luck, asshole horse things.

"E-excuse me..." I blinked and looked down, seeing a stallion trying to get my attention.

"Yeah?"

He shuffled a bit, seemingly uncomfortable, "You, uh, wouldn't happen to know somepony named Dean Marcelo, would you?"

I raised an eyebrow and thought back to my days on Earth, cause that's where I vaguely remember the name from, "Dean Marcelo... Dean Marcelo... Hmm, I think I remember one of the guards at the facility mentioning that name before. Famous for some reason or another. Why?"

"Oh, it's just, a human by that name has apparently been staying in Ponyville, or something like that. I didn't hear much about him, just that he's been living with Princess Celestia's student or something. I just thought you might know him."

I shrugged, "Sorry, don't know the guy. Don't want to meet him too badly either, given how much I dislike humans. Don't ask why, either, you'd probably vomit your stomach out if I told ya."

He seemed slightly disturbed, and just walked off after muttering something like "sorry for bothering you, then". After that, I just stood around waiting, idly petting my wolf's head, laughing to myself as he growled at some of the ponies that came to close. I think I like this dog.

"Excuse me, uh, Ma'am? The are you brought in is waking up, would you like to see her?" I turned to my left to see the doctor from earlier.

"Yeah sure, just don't get to close to me. I have tendency to really fucking hate doctors. Lead the way." He nodded shakily, then lead me through the door he brought the mare through earlier. As we walked down the hallway, I noticed, with a smile, that he made sure to stay at least ten feet ahead of me, and kept looking back at me nervously. Fuckin' funny. After a ten minute walk, he stopped in front of a door marked 'Room 404'.

"Okay, the mare is in here. Once you two are ready to leave, just head to the front desk to sign her out." With that said, he galloped off, sweat trickling down his face.

"Ha, wuss." I kicked the door open and asked loudly, "Hey dog food, you alright?"

"EEEEEKKKKKKKKKK!" Ha.

"Oh would you calm the hell down? I just saved you from a pack of wolves, and all you've done is pass out, wake up, scream, pass out again, then wake up and scream again. It's getting kinda annoying."

She calmed down a bit, but was still apprehensive, "Wh-who are you? What are you?"

I smiled, putting all my teeth into it, which made her shudder, "Well, my name is Sarah Akinson, but you can call me Sarah. What am I? I guess I'm a human, but after all the shit A.N.G.E.L. did to me, that's not totally accurate. Well, I'm actually a Wraith, I guess, but that's not important right now." I pulled a chair over, which was surprisingly big enough to fit me, and flipped it around and sat down, crossing my arms over the back of it, "How are you felling?"

"H-how am I feeling?"

Rolling my eyes, I Elaborated, "You just got attacked by wolves. Are you feeling okay, did you lode too much blood? Are you gonna be fine enough to leave and go home?"

She blushed, embarrassed that she didn't get the simple question at first, "O-oh, um, I feel fine. I should be well enough to leave, but going home? Uh, that's sort of imposible en este momento..."

"I'm gonna guess you said it's impossible. How come?"

"W-well, my father, he uh... I don't really know if I should tell you this, we hardly even know each other...."

I was kinda concerned by now, as she started to tear up a bit. Sighing, I got up and walked to the bed she was in and sat down next to her. I put my good hand on her shoulder, causing her to flinch a bit, and said, "Look, maybe I can help. I've had my fair share of troubles in life, so I might be able to help you out with yours. Just tell me."

"A... Alright." She sighed sadly and looked down, "Well, my father he... He had worked for the Palominos, a Mafia family, back in Manehattan, he made tools and weapons for them to help support the family after Mom died. But a rival family, the Cola Blanca family, finally got the agallas to attack us. They... They got el Jefe before any of us even knew what was happening, and they didn't stop there. Any of us that tried to get away were caught, lined up, and shot in the necks with my padre's crossbows. Turns out that maldito bastardo had been working in secret for them the entire time. That didn't stop them from offing him though, no era más que un medio para un fin, I suppose. I only got away thanks to father warning me the night before el Jefe was killed, but he said he would hunt me down and bust my head open if I told la familia what was happening. I was... Afraid, so I ran all the way here, hoping to get away. The last thing I saw was my father getting stabbed to death by Cuchilla Herida, one of the Blanca's sicarios."

Well shit, that's rather depressing. Whelp, I know what I'm doing next. I gave... Actually I don't even know her name, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Uh, it's Ardiente Fragua, er, "Smoldering Forge" in traditional Equestrian."

I gave her a grin and patted her on the shoulder, "Well, Ardiente, get ready to go, we go some Cola Blanca's to slaughter."

She looked surprised by my sudden willingness to help. Well, that or my choice of wanting to take on the Mafia that killed her family, "W-what!? E-eso es aburdo! Usted estaría muerto!"

My grin became more manic, "Well, I have no idea what you just said, so I'm gonna take it as 'yes, let's go right now'!" I picked her up in my right arm and the wolf in the other, then jumped out the window in the room, "Hospitals are evil, so fuck paying. Now, off to Manehattan to kill some asshole ponies. This should be great!"

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. IV: A show of force

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. III: Trouble in the big city

So.... Manehattan. I'd assume it was a play on words to Manhattan, from Earth. However, I have no idea what the fuck that is, aside from the name. Eh, looks nice, I guess. That is if you like crowded streets, dark back alleys and groups of ponies with white tails and suits walking around, other ponies shying away from them. I wonder why...

"So," I asked Ardiente, "anything we need to do before we go after the Blancas?"

"Well, we should probably drop by my old casa. Mi madre told me, before she passed, to head there and find mi herencia, my inheritance, from her should the familia get into a bad spot. This seems like a bad enough spot to go looking."

I nodded once and picked the two back up, "Tell me where it is, and we'll go."

"It is a small shack, actually, just outside of the city, near the entrance. One of the reasons I escaped so easily." With another nod, I was off. In a matter of minutes, we were outside the city, and I could easily spot the house with my keen eyesight. The only problem was the white tailed, suit wearing pony I saw circling the house. There were most likely more inside, too.

Hiding in some of the bushes, I set the giant wolf down next to me, hoping to see him in action. I leaned over and put my mouth to his ear, whispering to him, "Alright boy, I want you to take the bastard out when he's furthest from the house. Do it silently." I got a nod of confirmation, and watched as the wolf deftly maneuvered it's way to where the stallion was. After shadowing him for a scant thirty seconds, the beast saw it's opportunity and burst silently from the bushes, startling the pony.

He never got a chance to scream though, as the dog's jaws snapped over his muzzle, silencing him briefly before crushing his skull and killing him. I should probably mention the dog's size by now. He's a good three and a half to four feet tall, larger than most ponies by almost double, and could swallow a pony's head whole if it wanted to. My kinda dog. I'll call him Feral from now on just seems fitting to me.

As Feral stalked back to me, pony in his maw, I patted his head and smiled, "Good job Feral," He perked up at the new name, "now let's get any inside, then retrieve Ardiente's stuff." I turned to face the door and slowly pushed it open, revealing a small, two room shack, the other pony thankfully in the other room, looking through drawers and not paying a bit of attention to me. Good, cause I wanted to try something.

My genetic reworking by the dicks at A.N.G.E.L. left me much stronger and faster than the average human, the Wraith thing only increasing that. So I wanted to try something out. Holding my arm out, I summoned my claws, then firmly planted my feet to get ready. To make sure this worked, I shouted, "Hey asshole pony!" He whirled around, surprise clear on his face, the last expression he would wear.

You see, I developed a little technique to evade test fighters back at the facility. I would build up strength in my legs, then kick off the ground in a rapid fashion, my increased strength propelling me forward at blindingly fast speeds. What I did to the pony incorporated this move. To anyone outside, they would see a black blur, and hear stomping and slicing sounds. To me, I was jumping around the pony quickly, slashing at different spots on them.

I landed in a crouch, just past the pony, with my claws, now gleaming with fresh blood, held in front of my face. As a spur of the moment thing, I named my attack out loud:

"Tell Tale Heart."*

Right after I said this, thin red lines appeared where the pony's neck and legs attached to it's body. This was swiftly followed by the body falling apart, blood spewing from the cuts. God Damn love this claw. I wonder how it would feel to masturbate with it.... Getting sidetracked. Ardiente, who had picked her jaw up from the ground, moved swiftly over to the drawers the pony was searching through. Throwing them aside, she searched along the wall, finding a loose tile and discarding it. This revealed a hole in the wall, which she promptly put her horn in.

I giggled a bit, "Heh, kinky."

Either I was quiet enough, not that I gave enough of a shit to be so, or she wasn't paying attention to me, because she just sat there for a second, her horn glowing. After pulling her head back, there was a sound like rocks scraping together followed by a hidden panel in the wall opening up. "Stay here, I'll be back in a minute," she said as she entered the passage. Sure enough, she came out a minute later, only now she was wearing a three piece, black pinstripe suit and fedora. As she walked into the room, I saw two blacksmith's hammers float under her suit jacket and out of sight, followed by a small crossbow of sorts. "Alright, I got everything."

"Good. Question though... You ever killed anyone?" Her paled face and shrunken eyes gave me my answer, "Whelp, guess we're prowling the back alleys to look for some asshole pony for you to kill. Or not, I can't force you to do anything. I'll just kill em instead, if that's the case." Before she could argue, I picked her and Feral up then ran out the door, making my way into the city. Again.

Luckily, we landed in an alley after my jump. Even more luckily, I heard someone shout at me as soon as I did.

"Hey you, tall freak!" This should be good...

I turned to face a small group, five to be exact, of ponies in white suits. Blancas, triple lucky. Putting on my friendliest tone, I asked, "Who, me?"

"Yes you, who the hell else?"

"Uh alright, what did you lads need?"

He got real angry all the sudden, and shouted, "One of your human friends thought they could kill some of our boys! They were in the middle of collecting when this bastard comes right up outta nowhere and kills all but one of them! I thin he was mockin' us too, wearin' a white suit like that."

I put my hands up in defense, my bone arm freaking a few of them out, and said, "Look, I don't know who that was, or where he came from..." I frowned, "However I do know he's doing my job for me, and I won't stand for that."

"Wha-" The stallion at the head of the group didn't get enough time to speak as I cleaved hes head in half with my claws, his cranium falling to the ground with a wet smacking sound.

"Feral, let's do this." The wolf growled and jumped over the group, blocking off the remaining exit. One of the ponies, a unicorn, pulled out a crossbow in panic, shooting me in he stomach. He grinned triumphantly for a moment, but that was replaced by a pained grimace as I pulled the bolt out and threw it at his eye. Heheh, it popped. That's two down alrea- Oh, Feral just got one. Three down.

I sauntered up to one of the remaining two and deactivated my claws, watching gleefully as he thought I would spare him. Nope. Instead, I forced his mouth open and slowly shoved my right arm elbow-deep down his throat, choking him. That's not all though. I activated it again, but concentrated on the spikes that appeared on the bone, rather than the claws. To my joy, the spikes were effected instead, instantly growing to five inches each and impaling the stallion from the inside. Cool.

"Alright shitface," I said as I turned to the last pony, "I want to know some things." I picked him up and slammed him against the alley wall. "Firstly," I activated my claws again and trailed one down his torso, "I want to know where your family is based at, and where the boss is."

"I'm not telling you anythin- Ack!" I suddenly, too suddenly for him, stopped dragging my finger and stabbed him in the stomach. "S-still not- AH!" I twisted my claw, then stuck another inside with it. "Y-you won't get anything from me...." Annoyed, I held him up with my right arm, then pinched my index finger and thumb around one of his teeth.

"Tell me." I punctuated it with a tug, ripping his tooth out painfully.

"N-no.."

Rip. "Tell. Me."

"N....N-no..."

I clasped my hand around several teeth and pulled them out, "Fucking tell me, or I'll shove these in your eye and disembowel you with your dead friends horn!"

"Hah... Hah... Alright." his breath was heavy, and his words were slightly slurred by the blood and ripped up gums. "T-there's a mansion, on the other edge of the city. It's big, painted white, and has a large metal gate with the word Blanco witten in gold. The boss, as well as the rest, are there. I told you, so please..."

I put on a mock thoughtful expression, "Hmmmm.... I know I said or, but.... Ah to hell with it, in the eye." He tried to scream as I shoved a fistful of teeth into his eye, squishing the white and green orb in a gooey mess. I say he tried to scream, because doing anything vocal is hard when a woman with razor sharp teeth is forcibly making out with you. Well ,I was mostly chewing his muzzle off, but whatever. Asshole deserved it.

After discarding the body, I picked up Ardiente and Feral, then jumped off. I decided to wait until night to attack, hide easier when I sneak inside.

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. V: A show of force pt. II

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. IV: A show of force

Dean Marcelo is property of Serpenti, author of the fic that started all this; The Soul Reaver. If you haven't read it, DA FUCK IZ UR PROBLEM BRUH!? Seriously though, go read that shit. Used with permission of course, I don't want him to internet rape me again... *shudder*

A/N: I forgot to mention Sarah is Irish. Makes reading her lines hilarious when you read em in an Irish accent.

I sat, waiting in the shadowed rafters of the room, ready to pounce on the guards at the front door. Why did I want to kill them, even though I already got past, you may ask? Because murder, dumbasses. I readied my claw and was about to drop down on the two, a grin on my face. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Scowling, I slunk back and waited, watching one of the guards open it.

The door creaked open, "Who is it?"

"Hail Mary!"

In an instant, several transparent figures appeared on the other side of the door, all of them holding Thompson automatic rifles. Bullets sprayed forth from the guns, peppering the wall, door and the two guards. When the smoke cleared and the figures disappeared, a man stood in the front hall, and his voice rang out, "Oh, you know, a real fucking mobster!"

He was clad in a white suit and bearing a grin that made me almost jealous. Almost. Angered, I jumped down and landed before him with a heavy thud, kicking up dust and smashing one of the bodies. Standing up, I stared into the bastard's icy blue eyes and shouted, "What the fuck man!? You took my God damned kills, asshole!"

He gave me this grin that made me wanna punch his dick in, "Work faster then."

"Fuck you, asshole! I don't even know you! I didn't expect anyone else to be here, so I wanted to take the first ones a bit slow for a change." I pulled at my hair and screamed, "Gah!"

He stuck his hand out for me to shake, "Dean Marcelo, now you know. And next time? Don't play with your food."

Looking between his hand and his smile a few times, I shrugged and shook it, "Sarah Akinson, and how in the eleven hells did you know I was gonna eat them?"

Dean, and this I find weird, just quirked a fucking eyebrow and said, "I was just kidding, actually. You were really gonna eat them?"

I nodded and looked sadly at my lost meal, "Yeah, I haven't eaten anyone since I was on Earth, and even that was bits and pieces." I kicked one of the corpse's hooves dejectedly, "Now I'll have to find someone else to snack on..."

Again the guy just raised an eyebrow, albeit a bit higher this time, "Not exactly what I was expecting, but I'm okay with this."

"Really now!?" Now I was quite surprised by this. "Well, at least someone isn't freaking the fuck out. I told Ardiente," I pointed to her when I saw his confusion, "and she's been locked up since. I'm curious though. Why aren't you the least bit disgusted by my admittance of being, not only a cannibal, but also a consumer of other sentient beings as well."

He chuckled, "Well, as you heard, I was a mafioso in my time, a damn good one too. But I had an "in between job", you could say, that had me working with people like that, and worse. I'm just not phased anymore."

Laughing a bit myself, I jokingly asked, "What, did you work with A.N.G.E.L. or something?" I realized what that would mean for me if it was true, and spoke seriously, "I honestly hope not. The two outcomes from that would be me going into the fetal position to cry, or me trying to gut you. I cant ell from the look in your eyes that number two wouldn't work too well for me..."

His face screwed up in thought for a few seconds before he replied with probably the best thing I could hear from him, "The fuck is Angel? I... Might have heard of it? I stole money from so many places, I can't recall every last one."

I breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God. Anyway, A.N.G.E.L. was a genetics research company, shut down due to illegal and inhumane tests and drugs. They began working is secret, and I was one of their attempts to make a super soldier to combat specific enemies. I don't know what those enemies were though, something about wolves or bats? Long story short, they all went crazy and made me their torture/sex slave for seventeen years. Got these babies though," I Pulled down my mask to reveal my teeth, which he gave a low whistle at, "Really help to chew bone."

He nodded, "Well ain't that a bitch. Never thought I'd see a human made wendigo," He shuddered, which threw me for a loop, "Hate those things. Now that I think of it.... Yeah, I did steal money from them one time, sent some mercs or something after me. Disappointing even when I was normal."

My eyes widened a bit, "Did they wear all white, have no discernible features form one another, and all talk at the same time?" He nodded, "Holy shit you fought the Nobodies!? Those guys were failures at reaching my level of genetic enhancement, but dude... They were still monstrous compared to a human! Jesus man..." I was curious as to what a wendigo was, and wanted to ask, but he cut me off.

His eyes suddenly began to glow blue, and he asked in a dangerous tone, "Now, before we move on, why don't you tell me why you're here?"

Not really disturbed by his light show (the Blighthorns [don't fucking ask, cause I won't tell, fuckers give me nightmares] at A.N.G.E.L. were way scarier when doing that) I answered honestly, "Ardiente's family was killed by the Blancas, the gang who owns this place. Apparently they're the ruling mafia in this city, or whatever. I was bored, wanted to kill shit, and she needed help, so I offered to kill them for her."

He looked at the still shocked mare, then back to me, then fell to the ground in a fit of laughter, "HAHAHA, OH MY GOD YOU SAID THAT WITH A STRAIGHT FACE! PPFFFFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"The hell's so funny?"

After struggling to regain his breath, he stood up and said, "These fuckers actually being considered Mafia! They got no class, no style, and they die faster than a Gameboy! They make Mafiosos like myself look bad! Well.... IT'S RAPE TIME BITCHES!" He walked over to the door to the next room and kicked it down, carrying a sword and semi-yelling, "Hey guys, how's your health plan? Apparently it's GREAT!"

My eyes widen for a fraction of a second before I shout, "Oh no you fucking don't!" I charged in, claw at the ready and Feral hot on my heels. When I got in, he had killed around ten of the several dozen ponies, probably wanting to just have fun right now and not wipe them out quickly. Nice. "Time to kill some asshole ponies," I yelled with a grin.

I spotted a group of around five or six unicorns off to the side, loading crossbows. Wanting to test out my new move some more, I gave a series of really strong kicks, strong enough to shatter the floorboards. I dashed around and in between them, cutting them wildly and without real care for detail like before. When I landed, I said the words, "Tell Tale Heart" and heard the satisfying sound of meaty chunks smacking into the floor.

"Nice move, not a bad name either!" I heard Dean shout from the other side of the room. It was then followed by, "Infernal Rapture" A blue and black beam of energy shot out from the floor after he connected a kick, launching a few ponies into the air. Hmmm, I wonder...

I faced a pony in front of me and concentrated on my good arm, not bothering that I was being stabbed. Suddenly, I felt a rush of pure energy surge into my left hand, and I took it as the sign to attack. Dropping low, I uppercut the pony in the jaw, and a blackish red beam appeared along with my fist, hurling them into the air. I then followed by kicking off the ground to place myself above them, planting my feet against the ceiling. I kicked off from the ceiling, swinging my claw into their stomach and slicing them open, then pulling them to the ground with a mighty slam. We were shortly accompanied by a light sprinkle of blood, at which point I named the attack, "Rain on a Grave."

"Damn, nice. Just come up with that?" Dean said from my left.

"Yeah," I replied, dodging a sword then slicing the throat of it's user, "Seemed an appropriate title, to me."

"I guess." We fought in silence for a few minutes. And by fought i meant kill all of them that came at us, just at a slow pace. After, I dunno, ten minutes of merciless beating, the room was clear of living thins, aside from Ardiente and Feral. The room got a nice, new coat of red paint, free of charge. Heh. We stood in the middle of the room, blood surrounding us on all side.

I looked left, right, and forward, seeing different ways to go. A door to the left, a long hallway to the right, and a stairway going up right in front of us. I glanced at my fellow Wraith and asked, "I take left, you take right, then we head upstairs?" He nodded silently, his grin threatening to split his face, much like mine, "Great. Feral, you guard this room in case anyone upstairs runs down." The wolf barked in agreement, and the two of us split ways to our sides.

"KNOCK KNOCK MOTHERFUCKERS!" I kicked the door down and beheld the sight before me. Let me tell you, I was fucking pissed. Before me was a group of stallions, about twenty, all pleasing themselves on mares of various age, each one tied down, beaten, or crying. Some all three. Here was my thought process for the next ten minutes: Killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill! Kiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllllllllllll..... I wouldn't remember the next move I came up with, or how I did it, for a while, but here's what happened.

My eyes were glowing a deep blood red, and I hissed out through gritted teeth. Then I don't rightly know what the hell happened to me. All I know is, I went completely and utterly calm, the one thing a psychopath should never be when in the room with you, else your fucked already. The stallions all seemed to realize this, as they began to back away, some even going as far as to use the mares as shields. Two of them tried to sneak out a back door, they never got the chance. I appeared behind them, my speed grossly outmatching theirs. I grabbed the one to my right and tore his spine out in one swift motion, letting his torn corpse hit the floor. The other one was gored with the spine before the first one touched ground.

Three stallions reached for weapons hidden under a table, useless. One sword was used in an attempt to cleave my arm off. Pathetic thing snapped in between my claws. I picked up the broken blade and shoved the pieces down it's wielder's throat, all the way to his stomach. I then kicked him in the abdomen for good measure, hearing a satisfying tearing sound as I did so. I got bored with the other two stabbing at me, so I simply gouged their eyes out and cut their throats.

Another ten went down in a spray of blood and gore as I used "Tell Tale Heart" on them, even stronger and faster than before. As I approached the remaining stallions, I chose to use raw strength on one, just to see how much damage I could do with a simple haymaker. The result? One stallion with his head spread over several areas, and another whose ribs were sticking out from his back, now hanging from the ceiling like a grotesquely beautiful chandelier via his friend's intestines. He was still dying at the time, by the way, the one with the removed intestines. Deserved to suffer.

I didn't bother with the mares as I went to work on the last stallion. I gave him a swift kick to the ribs that sent him into the main room, where Dean was waiting, seemingly bored. He perked up as the pony landed net to him, and he was about to bring his sword down, but I beat him to the punch. Or should I say pounce. That's what I did, was pounce on the fucker, then tear him apart i every way I could think of. His screams died out quickly, but I didn't stop until he was an unrecognizable pile of organs, muscle, bone, flesh, hair and fur. I then did something that made Ardiente vomit and pass out, and that Dean just raised an eyebrow at. I started shoveling fistfuls of bloody, mutilated meat into my mouth, relishing in the taste of sentient flesh. It does taste different from non-sentient meat, I assure you, but it's one of hose things you'd have to try to see.

Oh my God it was fucking amazing, even if he did taste slightly shitty. Around halfway through my meal, Dean asked, "Couldn't you have waited a bit, maybe let me have a swing at him."

"Mmf mf," I swallowed, "Shut up, I told you I hadn't eaten anything sentient in awhile. I get crazier than usual if I don't, and this guy and his friends pissed me off." I kept eating, then paused for second. Holding up a handful, I asked him, "One some?"

He held up a hand and shook his head, "No thanks, I prefer pork and beef, horse meat gives me gas."

I shrugged in response, "Suit yourself. I don't care where it comes from, as long as it's sentient." I took a few seconds to swallow more, "I'd love for another human to eat, as I never got to eat a full one before, but your the only human I know of that's here. We both know that wouldn't end well for me if I tried to eat you." He looked ready to say something, but I cut him off, "Say anything sexual and I'll masturbate with this guy's bones, right in front of you, covered in blood and eating the pony it came from. Then I'll use the resulting fluids as a seasoning."

Dean chuckled and held his hands up innocently, "Wouldn't dream of it," he said sarcastically. "I have a question though."

"Shoot."

"Since there all different colors, do they have different flavors?" Huh, that was a good question...

I thought it over, "Kinda... The last one I tasted was blue, and he did taste slightly of blueberries. This guy tastes like shit though, even though he's white... Depends, I guess."

"Weird." He put his hand to his chin in thought, then stated, "Alright, ya got me curious. Net mook we kill, I'm taking a bite."

"Alright," I grinned, "Tell me how they taste, too. I'd sample them myself, but eating someone harmed by another makes me feel sick for some reason. I tried it with one Feral killed, and I threw up. S'why I didn't eat the ones you killed at the door." I burped, "S'cuse me. Anyway, I commend you on the resolve to eat another sentient being, takes guts. In more ways than one." Giving a content sigh, I stood from the spot where the stallion had previously been, "Ready to go?"

"I dunno wether to be creeped out or excited, but yeah." He looked back to Ardiente, "What should we do about her?"

"Feral, stay here and guard the lightweight." I sighed heavily, "The worst you'll get is some chicken shits that might get away. If that's even possible with the two of us." I nodded to Dean and walked on, but stopped to ask one more question, "You're sure you're okay with eating a sentient life form?"

He shrugged, "They'll be dead, so it's hard to think of them as sentient beings anymore. Besides, these disgraces to the mob deserve to be chewed."

"Alright then. Personally I like them alive, at least I did with humans. I haven't been here long enough to do that o a pony. Ah, hold up," I used one of my recently sharpened fingernails on my left hand to pick at my teeth. Moments later, I spat out a blue/white glob of viscous fluid, "Dammit, the eyes always get caught in my fucking teeth. Anyway, I'd advise against telling friends you ate a pony, they might avoid you. Y'know, if you even care."

"Eh, they'd just piss and moan. About that human bit though, that'd depend on the situation. Other than that, what happens in Manehattan, stays in Manehattan."

I stared at him blankly, confused, "I don't recognize the saying, but I get the gist of it. And with humans it was a matter of boredom, hunger, and the fact that new recruits stood to close and didn't listen when told to protect every damn area of their body. I actually got my taste for blood when I tried to eat a guy's arm without my sharp teeth here, just got a mouthful of blood and some skin."

"Well," he said in an overly sarcastic manner, "Don't that just sound delicious?"

"Don't knock it till you try it."

He shook his head and sighed, "Let's move on. We're burning time we could be spending killing these assholes. Tell me Sarah, do you know what a Wraith is fully capable of?" I shook my head, honestly knowing very little about being a Wraith. "Well," he continued, "if my theory is correct, you'll get to see a restriction level."

I nodded, smiling, "Cool, though I don't know what that is. Elaborate?"

"Sure, it's when I take the biggest shit of my unlife!"

There was a silence, the only sound I heard was Ardiente whimpering in her sleep. Most likely from that horrible joke. I sighed and rubbed my eyes, "I don't know wether to smack you, or smack you. I'll just smack you." I smacked him on the back of the head, knocking his hat to the floor, while he just chuckled softly. "You're sense of humor is shit, but you're too God damn insane not to like. Fuck your likable violent demeanor. Fuck. it." I couldn't help but smile though, even though I tried to be aggravated.

He full on laughed this time, then gently place his hat back on his head. "Insanity puts thing into perspective, doesn't it? I can't help but be likable, it's in my nature. You're quite likable too, you know." He finished with a grin.

I smiled bemusedly, "That is something I never thought I'd hear. But, to the insane like ourselves, I would be rather likeable. Tell a not mad person what we've done and they'll probably hate us. They're loss I guess." I pulled my mask up, then placed my hat back on my head, s it had fallen off while I ate. "But like you said, let's get going."

"I agree with the first point, they'd absolutely despise us! I also agree on the second point." He activated his sword, "Now, let's go kill some shitty wannabes." His eyes began to glow blue again as he made for the stares.

"Right with you." I activated my claw as well, then made my eyes glow red like earlier. This seemed to be the one fucking thing that I did that actually got him slightly surprised. Even then, he only raised both eyebrows halfway. Hard to impress, amazing piece of shit.

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VI: Capital city

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. V: A show of force pt. II

The next room, after we got to the top of the steps, was rather big. Okay, really big. Big enough to hold around fifty of the asshole ponies we were killing. Fun fun fun!

Dean shouted, "FIFTY!? THAT'S REALLY ALL YOU CAN GIVE ME YOU DISGUSTING, PIECE OF SHIT WANNABES!?!?"

I responded with, "You're right, that's hardly very many."

"Arctic Dagger" he said frustratedly, an impatient frown on his face. A giant wave of ice burst from his sword and cut into a large chunk of the ponies, freezing, cutting, and killing about twenty of them in an instant.

"Damn," I said. "Impressive. But can you not kill all of them so fast? I want to have a little fun here."

He shrugged and sarcastically stated, "Sorry, but I want to teach the boss of this piss-poor "mafia" a lesson." I rolled my eyes at his remark, as he obviously didn't care for killing the goons. Rushing forward, I started slashing at the ponies around me, killing off around ten or so as I sprinted throughout the room. When I reached one pony at the opposite side of the room, I grabbed the crossbow from his magic, slammed it into his face, then shot him in the eye. The bolt exited from the back of his head and sprayed blood and brain across the face of the pony behind him. Said pony screamed and dropped his weapon, which I kicked strongly. The blade embedded itself in it's previous wielder's ass, causing him to scream louder.

"Shut up," I said as I picked him up by his mane. I then wrapped my fingers around his neck and pulled, separating his body from his head with a wet ripping sound. There were around ten left, Dean having killed off eight or so during my spree. I noticed a pony coming up to mt left, hoping to stab at me. I let him, of course. After the blade was securely suck in my arm, I spun around and delivered a kick to his jaw. This ended with his head flying up into the air and landing on another pony, who screamed just like the previous ones. It's fucking annoying, I tell you. I ran over and clawed his lungs out, just to shut his ass up. It worked well enough. By now, Dean had killed all but one of the remaining ponies, a dark green pegasus. With a swing of his sword, the pony was cleaved in two, spilling his guts all over the floor. Nice.

"Well," Dean said as he cut off a small piece of the pony's meat, "I said I'd try some." He put the slice of flesh in his mouth and chewed for a few seconds before swallowing, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a minute of silence, he stated curiously, "Tastes like horse meat, but actually has a bit of a watermelon-y after-taste to it. Huh, guess they do taste like they're colored."

I smiled, "Seriously? Man I love watermelon, I'll have to find some more ponies that color..."

He waved a hand dismissively, "Yeah yeah, let's just get to the boss already."

"Fine, fine," I agreed, "He's probably through that door, given how many we're guarding it." I pointed to two large, double doors at the end of the room.

"Finally," He grinned, "I can teach the bastard a lesson." He strode through to the doors and pushed them open, revealing an all white pony sitting at a desk, a dark grin on his muzzle.

"Ah," He began, "I was wondering when you'd get here."

"Hmm, I feel like we've been here before. Have we been here before? Oh that's right, you're a cliche piece of shit, no wonder you're familiar." Dean said, a grin probably spreading across his face.

"Well," the boss continued, seemingly not paying attention to Dean, "it would seem you are not too competent, human."

"Oh," Dean asked, "and why is that?"

"Because, you walked right into my trap!" As soon as he said this, he pressed a button on his desk, causing a metal gate to fall over the door, blocking me from entering. This was followed by a crossbow dropping from a mechanism on the ceiling, which fired a rather large bolt into the floor in front of Dean.

"What's this?" Dean said as he bent slightly to inspect the bolt. I looked at it as well, and noticed a fuse attached to it.

"Well shit, it's explosive." I said nonchalantly, just as the bomb went off. The explosion kicked up a large cloud of dust and debris, covering the area where Dean stood. The boss, being the dumbass he is, just sat there laughing like an idiot as he thought Dean to be dead. I've know the guy for like, an hour, and even I know that wouldn't be enough.

"Wow," Oh look at that, I was right, "Right when I thought you couldn't get more cliche. You just had to pull the hidden explosive routine, didn't you? I am disappoint." The smoke cleared to reveal Dean, in all his snide glory!

Dean rushed forward, much to the boss's shock, grabbed him by the neck and slammed him into the wall. "You know, there's one thing a mobster never does." He then smashed his fist into the wall, creating a hole his hand disappeared into.

"You want to know what that is?" He grins feraly. His arm came out, gripping a metal pole. "It's not betraying family." He jabbed the front end into the knee, creating a loud snap. With Deans hand gripped tightly around the Blanca's throat though, the stallion couldn't make a sound.

He leaned forward and I heard him whisper into the stallion's, "I want you to remember my name as you're tortured in the deepest pits of hell. DEAN. FUCKIN'. MARCELO." He jabbed the pole into the other knee, again creating a loud snap.

"Does it hurt?" Dean asked with Mock-sweetness. He then stabbed the pole into the stallions stomach. "DOES IT!?!" He shouted with an insane look in his eye. He backed up, and began to charge energy into his leg. He then rushed forward and lashed his leg out towards the stallions head. "INFERNAL RAPTURE!" The stallions head exploded into chunks of skull and grey matter.

"Tch, Piece of shit wannabe..." Dean deactivated his wraith blade and began to walk away. All of the sudden, he turned around completely, cold air visible around him.

"RRRRRAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!!!" He let loose a roar of pent up rage and created a giant fist of ice that completely smashed and squished what was left of the corpse, turning it into a gooey paste.

Dean gave a half insane, half satisfied smirk.

"How's that for overkill you sonofabitch..." The mobster growled.

I stood there in shock and awe as Dean easily cut the gate down with his weapon and stood before me. He snapped his fingers and asked, "Hey Sarah, you still with me?"

I slowly came out of my trance and turned to lock eyes with him. I then spoke in a half dazed voice, "I... I think I just came...."

He leaned back a bit, his body slightly glowing blue, "Um... Okay?"

I shook my head and turned around, "Uh, yeah, let's just.... Let's just go now..." I started walking through the large, blood and gore filled room again, still in a bit of a daze. Unfortunately, I was cut off from my wandering by... Something. A man of some sort arose from the ground in front of me, an angry scowl on his face. He was wearing a long, billowing black robe that obscured any physical features he might have, as well as two heavy plate gauntlets on his hands. He stretched his arm out to his side and a ball of shadow amassed in his palm. The ball condensed into a longsword, which he grasped tightly and held out in front of himself.

A voice, little more than a whisper, resounded in the back of my head. Most likely Dean's as well, because his eyes moved back and forth, looking for the source, "It seems you defeated my puppet... No matter, he was fool." There was a short pause, followed by the voice speaking once more, "I am Magnus Argentum, human ambassador."

Having been snapped completely out of my trance, I responded to the figure, "Aaaaaand, why the fuck should I care?"

"Because," He answered, "I can help you, young girl."

"Oh really? How so?"

"Look at the man behind you," He said. I did, not really getting the point, "Think about him, he was a criminal in his world. Men like him aren't the most trustworthy sort... How do you know he isn't planning to end you when you're no longer useful to him?"

Really? He's asking that? I already know I'm not that useful to him, he could've done this whole thing without me! Oh well, I'll play along anyway, "I don't know, now that you think about it..." I rubbed my chin in mock thought.

"Yes, that's right," He said as he leaned his head down to speak into my ear, "Why not end him now? Get rid of him before he can get rid of you..."

I heard Dean say, "Don't even think about it."

After putting on the most serious face I could, I looked Dean dead i the eyes and asked "So, Dean... What the hell is this guy, and how do I kill him?"

A grin spread over my... I don't know if this is the right word but.. Friend's face, as he activated his sword. "Easy," he said, "Like this." He was suddenly surrounded in blue fire, and I could feel his raw power increasing dramatically. "Move out of the way, please." I stepped aside, letting the cloaked thing be the only hing in his way. He rushed forward and slashed alongside the figure, stopping just behind him. Large icicle things followed behind him and slammed into the cloaked being, causing him to freeze in a large chunk of ice. Dean then followed this up with an upward slash along the side of the frozen enemy shattering it into countless pieces.All that remained of the being was a ball of dark energy, lying on the ground where the ice once was.

"Icicle Disaster"

"Well done." I whirled around to see Death standing behind us, "I honestly expected Sarah to fight him, or be swayed by him, but you did well."

"Soooooo, what's this?" Not really bothered by Death appearing, I picked the black ball up and turned it over in my hand.

"That," Dean answered, "Is a soul. But it's a Sentiment's soul, not like any regular ones you'll ind. Eat that, ad you'll gain dominance over whatever power it holds. By the looks of it, that would be shadows."

"Oooooooohhh, is that how you do those ice things then?"

He just grinned and said, "Mmmmmmmmmaybeh."

"Hmph, fine then asshole, don't tell me..." I looked at the soul for a few seconds before placing it in my mouth.... Oh my God was it amazing. I felt a surge of power, followed by a really, really, really fucking cold feeling. Seriously, I thought my body would freeze over.

"Damn.... That felt amazing..." Dean and I stood in silence, Death having left, until I asked, "I'm guessing that fire stuff was the restriction level thing you were talking about?"

He snapped his fingers in mock annoyance, "Dammit, you catch on fast." He gave a chuckle before continuing, "Anyway, yes it is. I guess I could tell you how to release the first level as a thanks for helping me kill all these wannabes."

"Oh, uh, alright. Thanks." I was a bit surprised by his willingness to actually tell me, so I payed attention.

"Repeat after me," He said, "Now releasing the first limiter."

"Now releasing the first limiter." I repeated. holy shit red fire out of fucking nowhere!

"Limiter one, removed." He finished.

"Limiter one, removed!" The fire burst outwards a bit before dispersing, leaving me feeling much more powerful than before. I held up my claw, which I subconsciously activated it seemed, and noticed some differences. The spikes along the bone were slightly longer and curved a bit, while the claws themselves curved slightly inwards and had elongated some. There were also little wisps of black smoke trailing off of my body.

I was feeling really excited at the moment, and almost started bouncing around in glee, but then I was overcome with the oddest sensation. I felt like I exploded, to put it simply. Well that and I could see from about ten or eleven different places all at once. I then noticed how hungry for meat I was, and looked around. Noticing a mostly whole corpse, all of my perspectives launched at it and started devouring it. When there was little more than bone left, my perspectives massed at the spot I started at, then reformed into my body.

I stumbled slightly and put a hand to my head, "W-what the fuck just happened?"

"Uh," was Dean's slightly confused response, "I think you just turned into a flock of ravens and ate that pony's body."

"Really?" I asked while facing him. When he nodded, I smirked and said, "Cool, I'll have to think of a name for that later."

"Alright then," he said, "I think now is as good a time as any to part ways. Let's get out of this house, and I'll leave once we're outside."

"'Kay." We walked downstairs in silence, and found that Ardiente had woken up by now.

"No estoy hecho para este tipo de mierda..." I heard her mutter.

"What's that mean?" I asked.

After staring at me for a few seconds, she bluntly stated, "I am not cut out for this type of shit..."

"Ooooooohhh, explicit violence and murder not your thing?"

"No," she said, "but tearing someone apart and eating them? Not something I'd thought I'd see."

I was about to respond, but Dean cut me off, "Wait wait wait, did I just hear you right? Did a pony actually just say someone instead of somepony?"

"Um, si?" She said confusedly, "When translated, the word is someone... Why?"

He shook his head, "Never mind, it's not important." We exited the building in silence, not finding anything to talk about.

When we we're standing on the doorstep, I turned to Dean and held my hand out for him to shake. "Well," I said, "it was interesting meeting you. And thanks for not killing me when we first met."

He shook my hand with a grin, "Nice meeting you too. And no problem, I wouldn't kill such a pretty face for no reason."

I growled at his remark, "Are you trying to piss me off? I don't know if you've noticed, but I am not pretty. In any sense of the word."

Dean just gave a laugh, "Sure, sure. Listen, if you ever need help, don't hesitate to give me a call." He started to walk away, but stopped and looked at me once more, "Oh, and don't sell yourself short, you really are a beautiful gal." He then suddenly vanished, making this annoying "WOOBWOOBWOOBWOOBWOOB" sound or whatever.

I noticed my body was glowing red, much like his was when I made that comment earlier. "Dammit...." I looked down to see Ardiente staring at me with a neutral expression.

She then averted her eyes and said in a barely audible voice, "Well, he's not wrong..."

I gave a loud, heavy sigh, my body glowing even brighter than before, "Dammit...."

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VII: Meeting with royalty

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VI: Capital city

"And you're sure you don't mind sticking with me?" I asked. Ardiente and I had taken a few days of rest, and were currently outside Manehattan, planning our next move. I wasn't too sure she would stay around, given how she reacted to my massacre at the Blanca headquarters.

"Si, I am sure. Just... don't rip a pony apart in front of me, and I'll be fine. The killing I can deal with." Her voice was slightly uneasy, but I assumed that to be memories of what I did to that one pony. That was fun.

"Well alright. If I have to eat one, I'll just cut them apart, then slice their meat in a way that it isn't recognizable as pony parts. That work?" She nodded in response. That's good.

Hmm, I guess I should mention what I did in the past few days. I got myself clean, for one. Twenty damn years of dirt, grime, filth, blood, semen, and my own fluids built up on me. Why Death didn't fix that when I was sent here is beyond me. I'm going with him just being a massive dick. I also freaked the shit out of Ardiente by showing her my scars. Last I counted, I was up to three thousand seven hundred and fifty eight. Yes, I counted. Yes that is an exact number. No, I didn't have anything better to do. I was locked in a God damned cell eighty percent of the time, what else could I do?

Moving on, Ardiente and I searched through the Blanca household. Found around thee hundred thousand bits. Apparently that's a lot of money. I say that because Ardiente told me so. She's my only source of current information, so I listen to her. ANYWAY!

"Okay so we're going to Canterlot, right? Big... Castle-y thingy on that mountain over there?"

"Si."

"Anything actually fun to do there, or are we just going for the hell of it?"

"A little of both."

"Ah." There was a short pause as she and I walked down the road, about two miles out of Manehattan by this point. What, too fast? Well, not my fault I can cover miles in few seconds sometimes, blame the guys at A.N.G.E.L. for doing it to me. As it was taking for fucking ever to walk, I picked Ardiente and Feral up and jumped my way there. Fucking fast as hell. Got there in a minute. Boom bitch, speed.

"Halt!" Fuck you!

"Fuck you!" Oh hey, I actually said it.

The pony who said it, a white, earth pony stallion wearing gold armor and carrying a spear, scowled at me. Fuck you again! I'll fucking swear if I God damned want to, shit headed asshole pony.

I sighed, "Alright, what?"

"Who are you?" He asked. "There's only one of you humans I know about, and you certainly don't look like him."

I shrugged, which was hard to do carrying a pony and an over-sized wolf, "Well I'm new here just got here a few days ago. Can we go in now, or am I not a allowed?" I set the two in my arms on the ground as I waited for an answer. He frowned again, but nodded and stepped out of the way. Pulling my mask down, I gave him a smile of appreciation, which only served to freak him out. Ha.

Walking the streets was kinda interesting, got a lot of fucking stares from ponies. At least I cleaned the blood and gore off, that would be weird for them to see, I bet. As we were walking, I got an idea of what I wanted to spend those bits on.

"Hey Ardiente," I began, "Know anywhere I can get some sort of large traveling bag or something?"

She smirked a bit, "Better, actually. Follow me, my father and I used to buy from a store here, they sell bags and chests with spacial enlargement spells on them." No idea what the fuck that is, but it sounds cool.

Turns out it was cool. The bag's some type of purse, but the spell on it let's you fit nearly anything into it. Only thing is, it still weighs as much. Eh, not a problem for me. Even got it in a dark brown to match my outfit. Speaking of which...

I opened the door to the clothing store place, which Ardiente told me was reliable. Apparently the mare that owns it made Ardient's mother's suit, on the day she ordered it too. Pretty damn fast.

A bell rang overhead, signaling the pale-ish yellow coated mare behind the counter to look up. She wasn't exactly shocked by my appearance, I guess, but she still stiffened up a bit.

"Excuse me," I said as politely as I could, "I was wondering if you could make a few outfits for me. As you can see, this one isn't the most... Unintimidating to some ponies." Is that even a word? I don't think so, but it kinda works.

The mare brightened up at this, and walked around the counter to stand in front of me, "Of course! Having seen that Dean fellow walking around, I've been wanting to make some human clothes. I just didn't know how to approach him, really, I've heard some rather.... Odd things about his personality."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, sounds right. Maybe. I dunno, only met him once. Hell of a guy, though. If he weren't a man I'd all over that....."

"..."

"Uh, I mean, you didn't hear that."

"Hear what?"

"Exactly. Now, clothes, can you make me some?"

She smiled, "Sure, just remove all of what you have on so I can take measurements." Oh she will not be so cheerful for long...

"Alright," I looked over to Ardiente for a brief second, "just don't faint or throw up or anything."

The mare looked confused, "Why would I do that?"

"Because," I began to explain while removing my hat and bandana mask thing, "As you can see on just my face, I have a lot of scars." I took off my coat, gloves, and body armor/vest thing, revealing my almost patchwork body. I guess I'll go a bit in-depth about the scars and shit. My left arm is... Quite messed up. Along with hundreds of crisscrossing scars from beatings and torture, I also have two deep, jagged chunks took from my upper arm, one right over the other. Got those from the... Blighthorns. No, no, don't think about them...

Anyway, there's also a nice patch of flesh that was taken off my upper arm, just below my shoulder, and was covered up by a welded and bolted on fucking metal plate. That happened before I became almost impassive to pain, too. Beyond that, all over my torso and back, lies the bulk of my scars. Seriously, I have over two thousand collected there in total. Also had my left nipple torn off, but that was honestly kind of arousing. Female doctor that did it too, so I won't complain. Other than that, my stomach has another patch of metal plate repaired patches of flesh. Again, it was a female doctor, and it was kind of arousing, so no real problem with me.

Next I removed my pants, boots and socks, placing them with the rest of my clothes. My legs, well, they didn't get off as bad as the rest of me. Just a bunch of scars, and a small patch of flesh with a metal plate on each one, no big deal really. Well my right foot is actually prosthetic, but I was born with that, and the A.N.G.E.L. guys actually did give me a new one. Connected to my nerves too, isn't that neat? One of the things they developed before they got shutdown, but it was too expensive to mass-produce or some shit. Huh, just realized Death never gave me underwear. No that it really mattered, given what happened to me down there.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention the best part. One of the doctors decided he would see what would happen if he soldered steel clamps to my vagina. Think about that. Steel clamps. Soldered. To. My. Vagina. No I am not making it up, it really happened. Basically destroyed any possible sex in the future, be it with male or female. Fucking asshole doctor.

"So," I said to the stock-still pony clothes maker person, "clothes?"

"U-uh. Right, right, let's just... Begin, I guess."

I quirked, heh I love that word, an eyebrow, "What, not gonna freak out or faint?"

"Well," she began, "I've seen scars on veteran guards and the occasional gryphon that comes in. You're basically a combination of all of them. Times a hundred."

Shrugging, I followed her to a back room where she would measure me, "Don't get distracted by them, I'd hate for you to poke me with anything sharp and end up staining your floor."

The mare laughed a bit, "Dear, even if I were to stab you with a needle, I don't think you'd bleed enough from just that."

"... I wasn't talking about blood."

"Ha!"

I looked around, confused, "Was that Dean...?"

Well damn, she does make clothes fast, and she makes them pretty well too. I stood in front of a tall mirror in the shop, looking over my new outfit. It consisted of a black tank-top, a pair of baggy, gray jeans, a studded, black leather belt, a silver chain to hang from my pocket, a black bandana with a white Celtic cross on the front to replace the skull one, and a fingerless, black leather glove that ran half way up my left forearm and as belted in place. Pretty neat. I had to wear my boots and hat though, because the mare didn't make those.

Along with my Wraith outfit, I had a few other sets of clothes tucked away in my bag, which was slung over my shoulder. The other sets included some formal attire, and some other casual outfits. Pretty good all in all, only about three thousand bits, but none of my shirts could be made for my right arm. I don't know what Death did to the clothes he gave me, but there was apparently no spell that would allow me to use my claws without permanently vaporizing the sleeve. That and the sleeve would hang limply over the bone, unlike my Wraith clothes.

After leaving, we stood on the side of the street and looked around, hoping to find something fun. A thought occurred to me as I looked in the window of one of the less extravagant stores. Seeing something that caught my eye, I went in, telling Ardiente to wait outside. After some talking, well threatening, I made my purchase and walked back out.

"What did you buy?" My companion asked me.

"These." I said as I pulled a pack from my bag, the label on it reading "Marelboro".

"Cigarettes, really?" Ardiente asked, unamused.

"Well sorry," I put one in my mouth and lit it with the lighter I just bought, "but before they all went crazy back home, I would peddle some off the guards and doctors. Got addicted, sorta. Doesn't matter now anyway they won't affect me." I finished with a shrug and blew a puff of smoke into the air, much to the disgust of some "upper class" ponies. "Bite me." I snapped at them as they walked away.

"So then," Ardiente said, "what now?"

"Well-" I began, only to be cut off by a voice behind me.

"Excuse me... Er... Ma'am?" I turned to see another pony in gold armor. This one was a pegasus.

"Yes?"

He handed me a scroll, some sort of gold seal on it, and said, "The Princess was interested in meeting you, she requests your presence in the castle in an hour. Try not to be late." With that he flew off, not letting me get a word in.

"Alright then..." I opened the scroll to read it, something about an invitation yadda yadda yadda. "Well, guess we got something to do."

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VIII: Three's company

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VII: Meeting with royalty

I got a fucking lot of stares as I made my way to the castle. Probably because my scars on my left arm and my skeleton one were completely visible thanks to my tank top. I think someone actually fainted. Bitch. Walking through the crowded streets was pretty easy, given that everyone moved right the fuck away from me as I got close. Ha, pansies.

Before I knew it, we were outside the castle, and two guards crossed spears in front of me, blocking entry. Sighing, I held up the scroll and showed it to them, having read on it that I would need to present the invitation to be let in. After reading over the piece of paper one of the guards motioned for me to follow him. Walking through the castle was boring, just a bunch of stone walls, paintings glorifying some horse lady, and banners. Also sculptures and vases, but those were kinda stupid and pointless to have. Oh look, door.

"The Princess is right through here," the guard stated, "I suggest you be on your best behavior."

Waving my hand, I pushed the door open and said, "If I had a dick, this is where I'd tell you to blow me." He scowled and walked off silently, while Ardiente, Feral and me went into the room. At a table, sitting on a cushion, was the white horse lady from the paintings. I think the history lesson thing said her name was Princess Cunt or something. She was calmly drinking a cup of tea, her eyes idly drifting over to us. They then widened a bit as she saw both my right arm, and Feral.

"You're, what, Princess something-or-other-that-begins-with 'C'? What was it, Princess Cunt?" I asked. Ardiente looked at me horror, while Cunt nearly spat her tea out. "What?"

"I am Princess Celestia." Cunt said.

Looking up in mock thought, I replied with, "Eehhh, I like Cunt better. So, what did you want to talk about, Cunt?"

She gave a heavy sigh and motioned for me to sit across from her, "Please, sit." When I did, she poured me a cup of tea and passed it over, "I just wanted to get to know you a little. I heard there was another human walking around Canterlot, and having some free time, I figured I would greet you. Though I didn't expect you to be so... Rude."

"Eh, can't help it, brought up around destructive, violent, literally insane bastards who did nothing but act like assholes. Major ones." I drank the still scalding hot tea in one gulp, then took a bite out of the cup due to sheer boredom. It seemed Cunt wasn't suspecting that, nor my sharp teeth, as she regarded my mouth closely. Very closely. "If you want to make out, you just have to ask."

Cunt reeled back, not expecting that comment. "Excuse my... Invasiveness, but I did not think humans could have teeth like yours."

I shrugged, "They don't. Got these from an experiment. Painful one, no anesthesia or anything. Came like, ten fucking times in the first hour, kinda faded in and out of consciousness due to the pleasure afterwards." Aahhh was that a good one, best experiment ever. Don't think Cunt liked it though, given the disgusted look on her face.

"I- What?"

"Oh yeah. You see, I was a test subject at an underground medical facility. Treated me like absolute shit. Anyway, tons of experiments, brutal ones, no numbing stuff, violent treatment, torture, rape, you know, all that stuff?"

Cunt's disgusted look deepened, and she scrunched her eyebrows in concern, "What exactly... Happened to you Miss... What is your name?"

"Sarah. And what happened was...

"... So then I bit his dick off, which was followed by his colleagues beating me, then shooting me in the head and killing me."

Ardiente, Cunt, and another pony who came in some time ago named Luna, were looking pretty horrified. I think anyway. Luna seemed more surprised and concerned than the other two. Dunno why.

"That- that really happened? To you?" Cunt asked me.

"Yep." I took my clothes off and showed them my scars, which they noticeably cringed at. Mostly my vagina though, which is unsurprising given that they're mares. Putting my clothes back on, I pulled a cigarette from my pack and lit it. "So yeah, that's my life. Rape, torture, experiments, monsters made in labs, and psychotic bastards who didn't give a damn about their humanity. Fun fun fun." I finished sarcastically.

"And those chemicals, they...?"

"Yep."

"But, were you-"

"Nope. Really, Cunt, it's like we didn't just go over this." I smiled at Cunt's small frown, and at Luna and Ardiente's failed attempts at trying to hold in their snickers. They were shocked or mad at first, but then they just started laughing at me calling her Cunt. I don't even know why I call her Cunt, I just like to.

"So then," Luna asked, "what have you been doing so far?"

"Well," I smiled, and Ardiente shivered as I assume memories came back, "I saved Ardiente from wolves, took the alpha, Feral there, as my pet, then went to Manehattan. Proceeded to slaughter a bunch of asshole ponies with Dean... Oh yeah, Dean is-"

"I know who Dean is," Cunt interrupted, "and what do you mean "slaughtering"?"

"Oh, you know, killing. Bunch of "mafia" assholes that killed Ardiente's family. We took them, and this thing called a Sentiment, down. Good times. Got to eat too."

Luna looked at me quizzically, "What do you mean you got to eat?"

"Well I-"

Ardiente waved her hooves, "No, please, don't-"

"-tore a stallion apart and ate every last bit of him. Except for his dick. Don't go near those anymore."

I think Cunt wanted to see if staring at me can kill me. Didn't work, obviously, but it was pretty amusing.

"You ate," she angrily began, "one of my ponies?"

"Yup. Watcha gonna do about it, Cunt?" I don't think she could do anything about it. She just sat there, glaring at me and huffing. "S'what I thought." Ardiente, having seen it before, didn't react as badly. Luna didn't seem as angry, just very disgusted at the prospect. "Sorry, but I don't really care how nasty it may seem to you, I have to do it."

"That's just... You... Just leave." Cunt isn't happy, apparently.

I shrugged, "Fine, I was invited, so it isn't like I wanted to come here. See ya Cunt, bye Luna. C'mon Feral, Ardiente, let's go." And so we left.

On my way out the gates, I turned around, cupped my hands over my mouth and shouted:

"CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNT!"

Ardiente stared at me, an annoyed look on her face, "Just... Why?"

"Cus she's a cunt."

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. I: Waters churning

Escape from Hell- Act I, Pt. VIII: Three's company

Well that was rather fun, got to call the ruler of this place a giant cunt without any repercussions. Don't think she was too happy about it though, given how much she glared at me when I said it. Like I give a shit. It had been an hour since then, and we were walking through the the less crowded alleys and streets. What to do....

"Sarah."

"HOLY JESUS WHAT THE FUCK!" I wheeled around and found myself face to face (not really, he's pretty tall compared to me) with Death.

He raised an eyebrow with a slightly amused look on his face, then said, "I needed to speak with you about something."

"Hah hah...What?" I asked, trying to catch my breath as I rested an arm on a nearby wall for support.

"Firstly, I am sending two other Wraiths to meet with you, named Micheal and James. They are both men, and were humans in life. Try not to beat them too badly."

I frowned, but motioned for him to continue.

"Next, is this." He stepped out of the way to reveal... Oh my God that is abso-fucking-lutely adorable. Standing behind him was a young girl, maybe eleven or twelve years old, with orange-ish hair, dark green eyes, and long, pointed ears. She wore a deep purple robe with black around the edges, a rather large leather belt, and a hooded cloak with the same color scheme as the robe. Clutched in her hands was a small handle with symbols carved into it, similar to the ones on my right arm.

The other one was... Not so adorable. A tall man, probably eight feet tall, stood next to the girl. His hair was long, going probably three fourths the way down his back, and was severely graying, alongside his beard and mustache that looked to be eating the bottom half of his fucking face. He had a deep blue eye with a yellowish... Whatever the whites of your eyes are called. Anyway, on his head he wore large, round glasses, and a black top hat with a black sash tied around it. He had on black dress pants and shoes, a black leather belt with a silver buckle, a black suit vest and tie over a light gray shirt, a long black cloak, which had the sleeves lying limply on his sides, and was held up by a silver chain going over his chest. In his hands, which were covered by black gloves, was a sleek black cane with a silver top. The oddest thing about him, however, was his right eye. Around the eye was a black, downwards facing pentagram, the points of the star going outside the circle and arching inward to form hearts. In between each arm of the star was a small skeletal hand which seemed to be reaching towards the center. The eye itself was the strangest bit. Instead of the being the same color as his other eye, it was completely white, save for three small dots that formed a triangle, and somewhat resembled a skull's eyes and nose.

Death had disappeared, not telling me a GOD DAMNED THING, about either of the two. Frustrating piece of total fuck!

"Uuhhhh, hi." I am a master of conversation starting.

The girl looked at me, her hood having covered her eyes, and said, "Um, hello..."

"Hiya!" The man said. Jesus he looks, like, sixty years old, minus the young voice and smooth skin. I guess it's the hair? I don't know, he just seems really really old somehow.

"So... I was heading out to a hotel Ardiente here suggested... Wanna come with me? Then we can tell each other about ourselves?" They nodded, the man smiling the entire time, and we left for this place called "The Silver Wing".

Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch. Pretty much the extent of the mare at the door's speech to me. God damn ass just glared and complained about my appearance. Shut up when I threatened to eat her head. Oh, and she didn't even try to argue getting Feral out, as he growled at her in a way that made even me shudder a bit.

We reached our room, which was the eighth door on the right on the third floor, and sat around the room in silence. Awkward silence. Very awkward silence. So awkward... SOMEBODY TALK GOD DAMMIT!

"So..." The tall man began, a smile still on his face (just noticed he has a light... Um... British, that's it. He has a light British accent), "My name is James Valentine, or Jav as most liked to call me. I'm sixty eight years old, a little over eight feet tall, I have three sons and two daughters, four grandsons and nine granddaughters, I'm what's known as, or really was know as, a Necromancer, I try to be happy and make others happy as much as I can, my favorite color is blue and I'm just spouting off random shit in the hopes of making this less awkward. What about you two?"

I held my hands up and motioned for him to slow down, "Whoa whoa whoa, two things big guy. One, what the hell is a Necromancer, and two, really? Sixty eight? You look like, barely older than me!"

"Well," he said, "Those two go hand in hand. A Necromancer is a human who uses the life force of others to extend their own. That's the short version anyway. That's why I look so young even though I'm pretty old. The hair is annoying though, genetics made me start turning gray pretty early."

"Uh-huh, cool. How about you?" I asked the girl. She seemed to have warmed up to us somewhat, as she was no longer trying to hide under her hood. I guess James had heard it already, because he got up and went to the bathroom before the girl could speak.

"Well, my name is Arlosia Nightwhisper, I'm twelve years old, I'm a blood elf from Azeroth, I was a Warlock when I was alive, I've been a Wraith for about a month, I use darkness just like you, my weapon is this," she held up her handle thing, "which is a wand, um... That's all I can think of. Nice to meet you."

"... On a scale of one to ten, how weird would it be if I hugged you right now?"

"Uh, what?" Too late, doin' it! I launched from my spot on the bed and wrapped my arms around her tightly.

"Don't ask why, I had an overwhelming urge to hug you, and I'll be damned if I don't do it."

She patted me on the back and said, "Uh, alright...?"

"Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?"

She shook her head, "Not really, it was just... Unexpected." She then hugged me back, which was sort of awkward, but not too much. I decided to sit down again, with Arlosia sitting in my lap, and awaited James' return.

"By all that is unholy, that is adorable." I looked over to the bathroom door to see James, who had decided to shave. He mostly just cut off the hair on the sides of his jaw, leaving a rather long and sizable goatee. "Anyway," he continued, "I do not believe we have been introduced to your friend here?" He nodded his head towards Ardiente.

"Oh," the aforementioned (hey I can use big words too) pony blushed slightly, "My name is Ardiente Fragua, I'm traveling with Sarah nice to meet you."

James gave her a nod, "And you as well."

"So," I asked, "why are you guys even here? Why did Death send you to be with me?"

"Oh, you know," he responded, "help you deal with things you may or may not be able to handle, keep you from killing the two he sent to meet you, help Arlosia and i get used to the whole Wraith thing-"

He was cut off by someone next door shouting, "Why do I keep losing to things that lack thumbs!"

I walked over to the wall it came from and banged on it with my fist, shaking the wall and knocking a few paintings off it, "Hey! Shut the fuck up! We're trying to have a decent fucking conversation over here, you fuck!"

"Sorry!" The voice returned.

I responded with, "You fucking better be!" I didn't hear anything else form over there, the desired effect. I walked over to the bed and sat down again, Arlosia returning to her place on my lap.

She looked up to me curiously and asked, "What does 'fuck' mean?"

"Well," I answered, "It's a slang term for sex, as I've heard, and also works as a sentence enhancer. For example; you could say 'What was that?' Or you could enhance it by saying 'What the fuck was that?' Oh, and don't listen to anyone if they tell you you shouldn't be saying that, the morons need to loosen up a bit. I'll teach you some more 'sentence enhancers' later." She nodded, smiling, and I think I saw Ardiente... I dunno facehoof and sigh, shaking her head.

"So what are we going to do?" Arlosia asked.

After a few seconds of thought, I responded, "I say we just wait for those other two, let them find us." I got nods of agreement and we just lounged around, waiting.

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. II: Meeting again

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. I: Waters churning

I don’t know how long passed since we entered the hotel room, but it certainly felt like forever. Sort of. Changing back into my original clothes was about the only thing that happened besides random conversation. I think we slept through the night. Possibly, got so bored I don’t really remember. Anyway, we got bored of waiting and left the room early to get some breakfast.

We reached the breakfast hall with minimal difficulty, seeing as everyone just backed away at the sight of Feral, and got in line to get our food. Which was also easy, because every one of these ponies is a pussy and backs away from giant wolves. I didn’t even bother looking at what everyone else got, I was too concentrated on the giant slab of meat I got from the rather nice Griffon at the counter. Got one for Feral too.

As we sat down at a vacant table, I looked around to see all the ponies backed up against a wall, “God damn it are we that fucking intimidating?” I asked.

“I would say so,” James said, “we have a wolf, a predator, with us, and a rather large one at that. He stands at almost twice the height of these ponies. Not to mention, the two of you are viciously eating two raw, bloody hunks of meat right in front of them.”

“So?” I growled, “It’s not my problem they can’t handle it.”

I felt a tug at my sleeve and looked to my left to see Arlosia staring up at me, “Um, Sarah, over there.” She pointed to the door we came in through, and I looked over.

“Well...” I responded with a single, slow blink, “It seems that pony doesn’t exactly like Feral here, given the glare... God dammit it’s too early to kill someone.”

Ardiente gave me an incredu... Incre... Incredilu... Amazed look, “Really? There is a time that exists where you think it’s too early to kill something? I’m speechless.”

I faintly glowed red and gave her a pointed stare, “If you’re speechless then stop talking, please...” I looked over to the pony who was glaring at Feral, “Oi, lass, stop staring at him or I’ll have him bite your head off.” She tensed up slightly and took a step forward, “Try anything different and I’ll bite your head off.”

She just switched her glare to me, “I happen to be a trained guard, remove the wolf from the building or I will use force.”

I stared at her blankly, not sure how to respond to how stupid she sounded. Before I could, however, Ardiente pushed away from the table, a tired look on her face, then marched casually over to the mare.

When she was at a good distance, she leaned in a bit and said monotonously, “I saw her kill three wolves slightly smaller than that one with practiced ease, I saw her kill around twenty mafiosos even easier, one of which she ripped apart and ate gleefully. I am warning you, you don’t want to use force. You will die.” She then returned to her seat, sat down heavily, then smacked her face into the table and began snoring.

I gave a short laugh, “Ha.” That’s when I heard the mare speak to someone else, which turned out to be... A male wannabe version of me, what the fuck? I guess he’s one of the Wraiths Death mentioned and that has got to be the biggest ‘what the fuck’ face I’ve ever seen. Time to freak out the new guy~

I gave him my biggest, toothiest grin, which was fresh with blood, and said happily with a wave of my right hand, “Hello~”

He gave a slightly feeble wave back, “Um... Hi.”

Dammit not enough freak out... Wait! I got it! I made my eye glow and tilted my head down, casting a shadow over my face from my hat, then activated my claws, “Nice to meet you...”

He gave me a stare for a few minutes before throwing his arms up and shouting, “Why the fuck am I not surprised!” He then turned to the mare, “She’s the person I need to talk to, why don’t you go and grab something to eat.”

The mare looked to him strangely, “But, what about the wolf!”

The guy waved a hand, “Has it harmed anyone?” The mare shook her head, “Then it’s fine.”

I decided I was tired of listening to their arguing and ran up behind the guy, which was probably not what the mare expected, given the way she jumped, “Would you two stop bickering?”

The guy turned to face me and said, “We weren’t bickering. I just got her to stop bugging you about the wolf.”

I raised an eyebrow, “If I wanted that done, half of her would be smeared on the wall, and the rest would be in my stomach.”

He just glared at me, “Very funny. Can we talk now, or is everyone going to stare at us?”

“Sure,” I told him, “would you rather talk here or somewhere else, to avoid the stares?”

“I haven’t gotten food yet, so maybe the park? I might be able to find a couple squirrel souls.”

I gave him a flat look before chuckling a bit darkly, “Heh, animal souls, really? Whatever, eat what you want I guess.” I started heading out the doors, Feral, James, Ardiente and Arlosia following me, “Oh, and for the record, I wasn’t trying to be funny. I was serious.” I didn’t even check to see if they followed us, as I honestly didn’t care too much.

When we got outside I saw... Some guy with a pony on his shoulder. The fuck? No really, the fuck? How many God damned wraiths am I gonna meet today? I didn’t have much time to think, as the colt waved at me and said, “Hi!”

Then the white haired asshole that followed me waved back and said, “Hello there.”

Deciding to not be too rude (never too late to try), I waved my right hand and smiled... Not the best idea. I forgot about my claw being activated, and my teeth were still covered in blood, and my eyes were still glowing. Fuck. A solitary eye twitch came from the guy, while the colt just smiled and said, “Cool...” Thankfully.

Deactivating my claw, I apologized, “Sorry, forgot about that... Nice to meet you, I guess.” I held my hand out, my LEFT hand, to shake. He nervously shook it, wuss. When Feral came out, I could've sworn I heard some odd *squee* sound from the trees.

After a quick look at the trees, the other guy turned to us, looked at the colt and said, “Well that was odd.”

The other other guy, the white haired asshole, asked him, “What did you see?”

The other guy, the one who looked at the trees, replied with a shrug, “Just what you would expect in trees. Leaves, leaves, and more leaves.”

The other other guy, again the white haired asshole, glared at the trees and said, “Then explain why I saw something about my height move.”

The other guy, you know who dammit, just said, “I have no idea.”

The other other guy-

Suddenly, Arlosia pulled her hair and screamed, “Gah, dammit, WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?”

The colt then climbed down from the other guy’s shoulder and said to her, “My name’s Chocolate, what’s yer name?”

“Arlosia, nice to meet you. Now get the hell out of my face.” The guy who was with the colt then glared at her when he began to cry, “What? What the hell do you want?”

He tapped his foot and glared harder at her, “Well for starters, I would like an apology to my friend here.”

Arlosia leaned to the side to look at Chocolate, “I’m sorry you can’t handle someone being slightly upset with you.”

After letting out a growl, he turned to the white haired guy and asked, “So what’s you’re name?”

He held out a hand, “The names Michael, a pleasure to meet you.” So that’s his name.

After shaking his hand, he said, “James.” Shit that’ll be confusing. James then turned to James (fuck) and asked, “And you?”

“James.”

James and James just stood there, staring at eachother, then James (blonde one) said, “ ...…Well this is awkward..... ”

Michael nodded, “Yep, we got a problem within a couple minutes of meeting. How wonderful.”

“Well,” James (the tall one) said, “you could just call me Jav, that’s what everyone back home called me, most of the time anyway. There are a lot of James’ in the world, for whatever reason.”

Michael spoke up next, “Ok then,” he pointed towards James, “You’re James” then he pointed towards Jav, “and you are Jav. Now what about the pony that’s with you?”

Ardiente looked up at everyone tiredly, “I’m Ardiente Fragua, former member of the Polomino family mafia, friend of Sarah’s. I would say it’s a pleasure, but your friend threatened my friend, and I don’t like you so much because of that.” She then climbed up Feral’s back, curled up and fell asleep.

Michael blinked, “Okay...”

I pointed at him and his friend, “HA!”

After letting Chocolate back on his shoulder, James turned to the other mare, “And your name would be?” That is a good fucking question! I need her name, so I can add it to the list.

The mare in question blinked, then answered, “My name’s Flare Dancer, I chased you across town yesterday before Luna saved you.”

“Jesus Christ that’s actually kinda funny, I think I’ll laugh now.” Then I fell to the ground laughing, simple as that. I think James was glowing a color not far off from piss-yellow, and he might have said something, but I didn’t listen.

When I finally stopped laughing, I climbed to my feet and said, “Ah God dammit, why was that funny? Whatever, Flare? You are no longer on the list of people I wish to kill, eat, then masturbate with the bones. Now it’s only kill.”

While Flare and Michael looked really grossed out, Chocolate asked, “Mr. James, What’s Masturbating?”

James decided it would be fun to act like a goldfish. “I- uh, It’s... Uh... I’ll let your mom tell you.” Really don’t see the appeal, looks weird.

Smiling, I said, “S’where I stick a bone up my vagina.”

James looked at me and covered Chocolate’s ears, “Please don’t ruin his childhood. It would be the end of me.”

Shrugging, I told him, “You make it sound like I should care about you. Besides, what’s knowing a few bad words? Way worse can happen to a kid.”

Michael smiled at Chocolate, “Why don’t we go get some ice cream?”

… I dislike him now. Last time I heard that, I was raped seven times.

Chocolate yelled, “ICE CREAM!!!!” Good God... That honestly wasn’t that loud. I’ve had high explosives go off right next me, what did you expect?

While they talked some more, I was distracted by Arlosia tuggin on my coat, “Hey Sarah, what’s ice cream?”

After a few seconds of blank thought, I answered, “No fucking clue.” Truth is I did, but the kind I ate included several doses of drugs and chemicals that may or may not have been illegal. Or may have been lethal. Sometimes both. Tasted like absolute shit. Trust me, I was forced to eat that sometimes, I would know.

The ice cream place was rather boring. Realised that young ponies don’t like skull masks and glowing red eyes, go figure. New way to freak them out now. Anyway, I got chocolate ice cream, never had it before, probably don’t want it, possibly has drugs in it. Need to assess further.

While everyone else ate, I stared warily at mine, “This thing full of drugs or something? Don’t want a repeat of last time. That was a bad time, many dead bodies and chloroform.”

Michael asked me, “No... Why the fuck would you think that?”

I stared at him, most likely with a mad look in my eyes, “A.N.G.E.L. Fucked up people, many drugs, many many drugs. Chemicals too. Lots of them. So many drugs...”

While Michael was lost in thought, James stared at me and said, “Wha-huh?” That even a word? Don’t think so.

I looked at him, “Oh yes, bad people, did a lot of things, bad things, very bad things, mostly to me, other people too. One girl, beaten and killed, right in front of me, they raped her body, not fun, made me clean up mess too. Still better than me, at least she died, I didn’t for a while, got a lot of stuff. Lots of stuff, so much stuff. Rape, torture, stuff like that, some stuff worse, some stuff better. Mostly worse stuff. Lots of worse stuff. Like skeleton, tore me open, put in metal, now it’s mostly metal, very strong, very painful, always hurts to walk around.” I didn’t know it, but I was crying, and had dropped to my knees and clutched my head, “Wasn’t fun, not fun at all, lots of bad things, bad people, bad memories, not fun. Not fun at all, not fun...” I blacked out after that.

----Jav’s PoV----

I didn’t regard what James and his friend had said, as I was too preoccupied with Sarah at the moment. I pointed my hand at her and said, “Suspension.” In an instant, the gravitational pull on her body weakened, and I lifted her off the ground.

James began to ask, as Michael fell to the ground twitching, “What should we do about-”

“Leave him.” Came the response of Arlosia, Ardiente, and myself.

For whatever reason, Arlosia looked back and yelled, “You’re a bad word!” Charming little girl. I’d love to indulge further on what I’ve learned about her, but Sarah must be returned to the hotel, she needs rest.

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. III: Greetings from the depths of the mind

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. II: Meeting again

---Jav’s PoV---

Though the walk back to the hotel was rather uneventful, we got quite the surprise when we tried to get back in. As I reached for the door handle, I heard footsteps rapidly coming from my right. Looking in that direction, I saw a man in a white coat running at me, some sort of wave-like blue blade in his hand. I saw his eyes drift to my own right one for a second, before they widened and he sped up in his charge. Wait, does he recognize... Oh this could be bad. Before I could react he was in front of me, his eyes glowing in rage, and he swung at me. I lurched back, barely managing to avoid his blade, and unfortunately lost concentration on keeping Sarah up. She hit the ground with a heavy thud, and slowly began to awake with a groan.

---Sarah’s PoV---

I woke up to find myself on the ground in a different spot than before, and I had a massive headache. Sitting up and clutching my head, I opened my eyes to see Jav and... Well fuck me it’s Dean. Why is he trying to kill Jav?

“I’m going to kill you like I did your colleague you corpse-fucking piece of shit!” Dean yelled with unbridled hatred.

Jav dodged another swing and glared at him, “I do not fuck corpses. A corpse and a zombie are two different things!” Dean’s eyes glowed brighter. “Besides, I don’t even know who you’re talking about, the only recent family death was- Wait a bloody minute, you killed Mary!?” Dean smirked viciously.

“Shotgun blast to the face. Felt awesome bro.”

“Alright, now I’m pissed.” He held his cane at a downward angle, “Claymore, activate.” The cane then turned into a large sword, it’s blade pitch black, which he held in both hands and prepared to strike.

“Compensating for somethin’ Necro-fag?” Dean taunted with his usual smirk.

James suddenly started yelling “Just what the heck is going on!?”

Jav cast an annoyed glance at him, “Shut up.” He then raised his sword above his head to strike and said, “Heavy Swing!”

When he brought his sword down, Dean quickly reacted by blocking the blade and pushing back. The ground shook as he blocked the blade with his, and he was having some trouble holding his ground, as his arms were trembling from the strain. He pushed back once more with all of his strength and launched a kick to Jav’s ribs.

Taking advantage of Jav’s broken defense, Dean began slashing away at his chest, sending blood splattering onto the ground with each strike. After a couple seconds of slashing, Dean jumped into the air and double kicked him in the chest and sent him flying a few feet.

After struggling to stay standing, Jav looked at Dean with hate in his eyes, “God damned brat...” Leveling his hand with Dean’s chest, he shouted, “Lock and Key!”

Dean’s limbs locked up and his eyes widened with anger. “Damn old man...”

With some strain, Jav ran up to Dean and placed his hand on his chest, “Death Siphon.” Dean flinched as a green glow surrounded Jav’s hand briefly, and the wounds on his chest stopped bleeding and healed slightly.

Just as the locking effect went away, Jav swung downwards again and yelled, “Heavy Swing!” Dean managed to dodge, but not before getting a good look at the shattered ground where he once stood, numerous large cracks spreading from the spot. Dean quickly kicked Jav away and jumped away onto a street post.

“Really now? I guess I’m done masterbating with my nipples and have to start beating your ass.” He said with a raised eyebrow and a glare. He jumped off of the rail and in mid-air swung his sword in a downward arc. “Arctic Dagger!” A familiar blade of Ice shot out and quickly trailed after Jav. It hit its mark as Dean landed and made even more cuts on his whole body then just his chest.

Clutching his chest, Jav looked at Dean in anger, “I don’t understand why Sarah spoke so highly of you last night, you are a rude, violent bastard, and if it weren’t for the fact that she likes you so much I would be tempted to tear you to pieces.”

Dean laughed. “Sounds like someone is a little butt-hurt. Let’s list off your failures so far.” He mocked as he held up a hand. “One: you’re piece of shit necromancer. Two: I’m Dean fuck-mothering Marcelo. Three: refer to number two asswipe. Besides that, did you honestly think a Knight of the Holy Lance would be beaten by a goddamn necromancer?” He taunted with a sneer.

“Okay,” he responded, “one: I don’t like being a necromancer all that much. Two: why should I care? I have no clue who you even are. And I couldn’t care less if you’re a Knight, you threatened me and by extension everyone with me, so I’ll fight you if I have too.”

Dean raised his hands in mock defense. “Watch out everyone we have badass over here!” He yelled before he turned serious. “Yeah, let’s get one thing straight. I didn’t threaten Sarah, I think she’s a good kid,” The fuck man I’m almost fucking twenty one years old, “so I don’t know why she’s traveling with someone like you. Don’t confuse me trying to kill you as me trying to kill the others.” He calmly told him.

Arlosia leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I think I remember how to open a hole to the Twisting Nether, maybe I can....”

“No,” I said, “just... just don’t.”

“Aw come on, why not? Guy’s a complete prick!”

I sighed and shook my head, finally out of whatever daze I was in from waking up, “I’ll try and reason with him.” I then silently walked over to Dean, who was still glaring at Jav, and tried my best to calm him down. By that I mean I kicked him the shin and yelled, “Would you fucking stop already!?”

Dean began hopping on one foot as he held his knee. “OW! What the fuck!?!” He swore in pain.

“I’m sorry, I guess I wasn’t clear enough in negotiation, let me try again.” I then kicked his other shin, hoping to get the point across. “Understand yet, or should I continue?”

Dean rose from the ground he fell on and glared at me, “Was that really fucking necessary?” He asked me angrily.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I said sarcastically. I then pointed to Jav and glared at Dean, “Was that?”

Dean rolled his eyes, “I’ve fought that bag of cock’s relative, I’d have to say yes since she was one big psycho bitch with kleptomania of people and turning them into one big sack of fuck! I ain’t going to let him continue her work, not after all that work I put in to stopping it.”

I heard Jav yell from his place on the ground, “For your information, I don’t want to continue her work. I left the family ages ago! Hell, I’m glad you bloody killed her! Mostly.”

Dean shouted back, “I don’t give a beavers nipple! You’re a damn necromancer, and I don’t trust you, since your relative didn’t exactly help paint a good picture of them!”

Deciding on a good argument to his accusations, I slashed him lightly across the face with my sharpened fingernails, “Alright then, fuck off you criminal piece of shit.”

Dean stared with wide eyes before he narrowed them and made them glow. “The fuck did you just call me...?” He whispered with rage.

“I’m sorry,” I said, “but I don’t associate with mobsters, after how bad an image the Blancas painted for me. It’s obvious you’re no better than them.”

At that point, a stream of mist actually started to flow out of his eyes as he began giving off a ice blue aura. His rage was actually fucking tangible, holy shit. As soon as it came though, it disappeared. The fire died, and so did the glowing of his eyes. He started to chuckle before it turned into a full laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?” I asked in confusion.

Dean shook his head as he smirked, “Clever girl. I see what you’re doing. Not exactly that subtle, are you?” He asked with humor.

I shrugged and smiled, “Got you to stop though, didn’t it?” He laughed again.

“Yeah, I guess it did.” he replied with his own smile before he turned serious. “Still, I don’t trust him. Like I said his relative didn’t help, but I won’t attack him.” He assured me.

I was about to respond, but footsteps and a metal clanging interrupted me. Jav walked over, wincing and using his sword to stay balanced, and said, “If it’s any consolation, I broke off from the family after I learned they were doing that. The only reason I didn’t kill her along with our mother and younger sister was because she had escaped beforehand.” Dean nodded in understanding and held up a finger.

“I still have to be careful though. One mistake. That’s all it’s going to take for me to gut you.” He responded with determination. But he shook his head. “But then again, I’m pretty fucking laid back, so It’ll have to depend on what happens, I guess.” He shrugged.

Jav opened his mouth to respond, but then a look of realization came over his face, “Oh God dammit...” He then reverted his sword back into a cane and lightly smacked Dean in the forehead, “I knew I heard your name somewhere. That werewolf who killed me thought I was my sister, for whatever reason, and only figured out you had killed her as I was already dying. No wonder I forgot your name.”

Dean winced. “Shit, my bad man.” He scratched the back of his neck.

Jav waved a hand, “Whatever, now I can go on without everyone accusing me of being a bloody monster every damn day.” He then gave a smirk to Dean, “Mostly, anyway.”

Dean gave a smirk in return, “I ain’t even mad.” He shrugged.

As I watched the two converse, I felt a weight on my back. Looking over my shoulder, I almost knocked heads with Arlosia, who had climbed up my back to get a look at Dean.

“So...” She began, “We aren’t sending him to the Nether then?”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “Now, it isn’t my style to threaten kids, so... Fucking really?” He then stared at Arlosia with exasperation, “A blood elf? Really?” He face palmed with a sigh, “Honestly, I’m not surprised anymore with the shit I’ve seen so far.”

She leaned back a bit and her face scrunched up, “Well screw you too.”

Dean then had a look realization and held up a hand in defense, “Shit, kid I didn’t mean that I hate ya, I meant that I never thought I would see a blood elf. Ever. I mean like, never at all. I just... Never mind.” He sighed.

After a short pause, Arlosia held out her hand and said, “O..kay then. My name’s Arlosia Nightwhisper. Nice to meet you, I think?”

Dean smiled apologetically and took the hand and shook it, “Dean Marcelo. Nice to meet you too.” He introduced himself.

Feral walked up and sat next to me, and Ardiente looked up tiredly from his back, “Oh great, it’s you. The guy who killed everyone at the Blancas house and probably scarred me for life. Joy.” Dean eye twitched in annoyance.

“And here’s the mare with a “Mafia” history. Besides, fuckers deserved it.” He did air quotes, fucking air quotes.

“Firstly,” Ardiente replied, “I just wanted them gone, not completely brutalized in every way possible. Secondly, for someone who talked about respecting family, you sure don’t have any for other ones.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Because you have yet to earn it! From I saw back at Manehatten, and now even, you’re acting like a lazy house cat rather than a mobster!” He retorted.

Giving him a level look, she suddenly used her magic to whip her compact crossbow out and fired a bolt straight into his leg.

Dean, having seen it coming with the look she gave him, he sliced the bolt in half and stared at her with a raised eyebrow, “Try a little harder noob.” He taunted with a smirk.

She gave him a tired smirk of her own, “Magic crossbow, gotta love it.” When he raised an eyebrow at her, she pointed to his other leg, “missed one.” She then rested her head and fell back to sleep, not waiting for a response.

Dean sighed as he took the bolt out of his thigh, “Well now I know what it does. She’s certainly never getting a lucky shot like that again.” He growled with annoyance.

I raised an eyebrow at him, “Given that she probably will never need to, I don’t see how that makes sense.”

Dean shrugged, “I don’t care, I still have a plan for when it happens. Always plan for the unexpected, even when there’s no chance of it happening. Learned that from the fucking Wendigo...” He muttered quietly.

“Alright...” I said. Hm, I feel like I’m forgetting something. “Oh that’s right, I’m supposed to be having a mental breakdown! How could I forget that. Anyone know where I can find someone that can be eaten without real consequence?” Dean then had this evil smirk, then started walking until he looked back at me.

“You want some food lassie? Let’s get some food...” He said with a sinister smirk on his face.

A little confused, I set Arlosia down next to Jav and followed him, “Where are we going?”

Dean chuckled with malice, “Oh, we’re going downtown. Where else can we find a hive of scum and villainy that won’t give you too much of a hassle if you kill them?” he asks me, expecting me to know the answer.

“A hospital?” I ask him.

“Goddammit Sarah...” He sighed and facepalmed.

“What? Doctors are fucking evil. I don’t trust any of them ,and no one else should either. Bunch of rapists and murderers.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “What kind of fucked up hospital did you go to?” He exclaimed.

I scowled, “The kind where everyone is jacked up on mind altering drugs, rape is a passtime, and different ways of compelling subjects to commit suicide is good conversation.”

Dean looked thoughtful for a moment, and was muttering to himself, I was able to pick out one word. Croatoan.

“Oh, I almost forgot the best part! The only food his several different types of illegal and dangerous drugs. I heard jokes about hospital food being bad other places, but....”

Dean suddenly stood in front of me, peering at me closely. “What the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.

“Trying to figure out why the Croatoan virus isn’t affecting you right now...” He replied. His eyes narrowed before he backed away and shrugged. “Well, I doubt I’d find out here, so I’ll just drop it.” We then resumed walking.

As much as I wanted to ask about this ‘Croatoan’ stuff, I really needed to get something to eat, don’t need to go on a murdering spree in the middle of a crowded city.

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. IV: A warning for the future

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. III: Greetings from the depths of the mind

---Downtown---

“AHHHH!!! This just smells like home!” Dean shouted with sadistic glee.

“Maybe to you,” I said, “mine smelled like sterilization fluids, shit, and semen.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “God, you are so negative. Can’t you just wake up and smell the damn coffee and be happy?”

After a short, blank stare, I asked, “The fuck is coffee?”

Dean did a sharp intake of air and spoke through gritted teeth, “Let’s just get the damn guy...” He groaned.

“Fine fine, let’s go.” I followed him silently, too distracted by my growing hunger to say anything.

We make it to an alleyway, and Dean stops just outside of it, his smirk growing wider and wider. He pulls out the hilt of wraith blade but doesn’t activate it and says, “Oh I’m going to enjoy every second of this...” He growled out. I peer inside the alley and spot a stallion hiding behind the dumpster, holding a knife in his teeth. Is this what we came here for?

I pointed to him and asked, “Is that him?”

Dean nodded and whispered, “Oh it gets better, and I think you’ll enjoy this even more than you normally would.”

“And why is that? I’d enjoy it no matter what at this point.”

“One word: rapist.”

“Ah.” I said, as I nodded calmly. I then stared into the alley and held my right arm up. “Two words,” I activated my claws and made my eyes glow red, “lunch time.”

--30 minutes later--

I walked out of the alley, which was currently splattered with blood and small bits of meat, and wiped my hands on my pants, “That was nice.”

Dean sneered at the mess and said, “Brutta... you could at least clean yourself up.”

“Fuck your manners I’m dead!”

Dean groaned and facepalmed, “Fucking really...? Alright, just... just hold still.” He tells me. I felt the blood on me lift off and become solid, as does the blood on my pants, leaving myself clean.

“Oh, neat, now I don’t have to spend three hours scrubbing this thing clean. Thanks.” I walked over to him and gave him a pat on the back. With my right hand. Which nearly made him fall forward.

“Goddammit...” He muttered. He straightened himself out and moved towards where I ate the asshole pony. “Well, time to get to work I guess.” He cracked his neck as the atmosphere became colder and colder. As he worked, he began to whistle a tune I never heard, kind of nice I guess, and cleaned up all of the blood like he did for me. He turned around and weakly smiled. “Still pretty fucking tired...” he muttered quietly as he used the wall to hold himself up.

I stared at him curiously, “You alright man? You seem pretty worn out...”

Dean chuckled, weaker than before, and reassured me, “Yeah... I’m fine.”

“Okay then, let’s just walk back to the others then.” I turned around and started walking back, before I heard a thump behind me. Looking back, I saw Dean had collapsed to the ground, and was unconscious. Fuck uh..... “God dammit, now I gotta drag your ass back there.” I picked him up from the ground and draped him over my shoulder, beginning my trek back.

---Silver Wing---

When I got back, Jav, Arlosia, Ardiente, and Feral had, I guess, went up to the room. I decided to head up as well and put Dean in bed to let him rest. When I reached the room, I found it empty, oddly enough. Shrugging, I dropped Dean into the bed and turned to leave. I stopped though, and turned to look at the bed where he was sleeping.

“Eh, I was kinda tired anyway.” I then unceremoniously flopped myself onto the bed, landing right on top of Dean. He only gave a grunt in his sleep, which I didn’t really hear as I had already drifted off.

--The next day--

I was woken up by screaming. It was Dean, who was yelling, “TOO CLOSE! TOO CLOSE!”

I opened my eyes to stare at him briefly, then closed them and mumbled, “Shut the fuck up, I’m sleeping...”

“Why the hell are you on top of me!?!” He yells.

“Well,” I answer tiredly, “I was sleepy, this is the only bed for whatever reason, and I didn’t feel like sleeping on the floor.”

“Get the fuck off of me then!” he exclaimed with annoyance and possibly embarrassment.

“God, fine, stop your complaining.” I, as slowly and lethargically as possible, slinked off of him, much to his annoyance. “Happy?”

He started glowing like when I made that comment back when he brutalized that blanca, except this time it was brighter than last time.

“Much better, thank you...” He muttered. He pulled on his tie to loosen it a bit and pushed the brim of his hat down to hide his face.

“Okay, really,” I shouted, “what is with the God damn glowing!? Seriously, what is it!?”

“W-well...” He drifted off.

I leaned in a bit closer, “Hmm? Didn’t catch that.”

“I-it means...” he drifted off again.

“Yes?”

“IT MEANS BLUSHING DAMMIT!” he shouted.

I lurched back, slightly embarrassed now. I also noticed my body was glowing as well. “Oh.”

“Yeah...” He glowed brighter.

I was about to respond, when a polite cough from the doorway cut me off. We looked over to see Jav, Arlosia, and Ardiente standing there, varying degrees of ‘what the fuck’ on their faces.

I smiled nervously, “Uh... Hey guys... How much of that did you see?”

Ardiente shuddered a bit, “Too much.” Dean tried to hide his face under the shadows of his hat.

“Well, um...” I looked to Dean for assistance, “Help me out here!”

Dean quietly stepped forward, when suddenly he pointed at me and said, “It was all her.” He then looked away and didn’t say anything else, his glow increasing in brightness.

I looked at him, shaking my fist, “FUCK YOU!”

Arlosia looked up at me curiously, “But why would you want to-”

“Not what I meant!” My body was practically radiating by now, casting a red glow fucking everywhere. “For fuck’s sake, I was just tired and didn’t want to sleep on the damn floor. That’s it! Happy?”

Jav raised an eyebrow and smirked, “You’re being very defensive about this. Any reason?”

Dean and I simultaneously whipped our heads around to glare at him, “Shut it!”

“Anyway,” I said, hoping to stop this, “where were you guys yesterday?”

Jav’s eyes wandered off to the side, “Oh, around...” After my glare intensified, he held up his hands, “Fine, fine... We were going to go to the castle and see about meeting the princesses, but apparently I look like a pedophile and was thrown out. Bloody assholes. Arlosia being there didn’t help either.”

“It’s not that far from the truth...” Dean muttered quietly.

Jav glared at him, “I heard that.”

“Good.”

I stepped between them and held my arms up, “Simmer down, we don’t want another fight.”

“Relax, it’s just a joke.” Dean waved his hand nonchalantly.

I stared at him coldly, “Yes, because making jokes about child rapists in front of me is so sincere and kind hearted of you. Fucking dick.” Dean shrugged, and sighed.

“Fine fine, no more pedo jokes.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“I will string you up by your dick. YOUR DICK!”

Dean stared blankly at me before he shrugged, “Heard worse.”

“Extremity doesn’t matter all the time. As long as they die, it’s fine in the end.”

This time he was glaring, “Calm the fuck down. I said I would stop, and I fed you so quit your bitchin’.”

I gave him a level stare, “Last person that said that shoved his COCK UP MY ASS!”

Dean threw his arms in the air, “Jesus there is just no mute button on you is there! I said I would stop! Fucking enough!”

I nodded, “Okay.” I paused for a second before looking at him again, “Oh, and for the record?” I pressed my finger against a small, round bulge in my neck, and a click was heard. I then mouthed wordlessly, ‘There is one.’

“PRAISE THE LORD SHE DOES!”

I clicked it again, “I control it though, so only I decide when I shut up.”

“FUCK!”

I laughed at him for a second before remembering something. I walked over to the wall and banged my hand on it, “Hey white haired fuck, you in there!? Wanna come join us in here!?”

Dean looked at me and asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“Oh just some guy named Michael, a Wraith I met yesterday. He’s not so bad, but his friend Flare is a bitch, wanted to use force to remove Feral from the building.” I started banging on the wall over and over again, trying to get his attention, “C’mon man, get in here!”

“Yeah come on man, we need more people!” Dean shouted.

I was not expecting his response to be as follows, “NO GOD DAMN IT! I WILL NOT JOIN YOUR DEMONIC ORGY SARAH!”

…

“What the fucking FUCK!?” I stormed out the door and went over to his, kicked it open and glared at him. “What the hell do you think we’re doing in there!?”

He blinked, “You mean that you weren’t getting fucked?”

I stared at him in bewilderment, before shouting, “NO! What in the possible FUCK made you think that!?”

“All I heard were some very sexual words.”

I gave him a blank look, “I am one of the most vulgar people I know, and none of that sounded sexual to me! How fucking sick minded are you!?”

“I can’t rightly help it when I hear the words ‘cock up my ass’ coming from your room.”

“I was talking about RAPE!”

He stood up, “Well I only heard the things you yelled. I didn’t know you were talking about rape.”

“You know what? Whatever.” I turned to leave, before staring back at Flare, who had just finished vomiting, “Back on the fucking LIST, pony bitch!” I then left, slamming the (remainder) of the door. I then threw the door open again, “You coming or what?”

He answered, “Yeah. By the way who’s next door?”

Walking over to my room, I told him, “Everyone from yesterday, as well as a friend of mine.” I opened the door and walked in, waiting for him to follow.

I stared at Michael, who was looking at Dean wide eyed. Poking him in the head (making him bleed a bit thanks to my fingernails) I asked, “You alright lad?”

He answered, still staring at Dean, “I think so... I can’t be sure yet.”

Rolling my eyes, I hit him on the side of the head with my knuckles, “You got the hots for him or something? You’re locking up just looking at him.”

He looked at me in disgust, “FUCK NO! Do you even know who the hell that is!?”

I stared up in thought, “Not really. Only heard his name once or twice around the facility. I know his name, and that he’s good at what he does, that’s about it.”

He practically shouted at me, “He’s one of the most famous mobsters in the entire United States!”

After staring at him in silence, I asked, “The hell is the United States?”

He facepalmed and said, “The country on which you stood.”

“Sorry if I didn’t know that,” I responded, “A.N.G.E.L. didn’t exactly let me out much. Or let me learn anything.”

He looked at Dean before holding out a hand. “Okay then. I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this. Nice to meet you, I’m Michael.”

Dean stared at the hand looking bored at the hand before shaking it half heartedly, “and look at all the fucks I don’t give.”

Michael threw his hands up and yelled, “They’re just falling from the sky!”

Dean raised an eyebrow before smirking, “Oh we’ll get along just fine.”

I stared at them blankly, before putting a cigarette in my mouth and lighting it, mumbling loud enough for them to hear, “Jesus, just met and they’re flirting already...”

Dean looked in my direction, “Jealous?”

Without looking at him, I retorted, “With how you were lighting up? Maybe I am...”

Dean scoffed, “You caught me by surprise, besides, wasn’t it you who was on top?”

I shrugged, “Wanted to see what it was like to take charge for once.”

He laughed, “Well then, my body is yours when you want it.” he did a mock bow as he took his hat off.

Without taking my eyes off him, I shrugged my trench coat off and dropped my vest, “If you really want...This.” I gestured to my scarred body.

He shrugged before sighing sadly, “I’ve seen worse.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I put my clothes back on, “Whatever, not like I’d do that anyway. I’d probably break down and cry before you got within a good three feet of me.”

Dean sighed again, “ I hope you can get past that one day.”

I gave him a sidelong look, “The day I get over my fear of dicks, after having one shoved in me against my will over nine hundred times, is the day the God damned world ends.” Dean’s eyes darkened at the mention of rape, but go back to their original brightness.

“I see. I hope you realize that you never have to worry about that again.”

I laughed, “Next fucker to try that gets his dick torn off and shoved down his throat.”

Dean smirked viciously, “I would start by breaking his legs. Then peel the dick like a bannana, and then put different pieces in various openings, ears, mouth, ass, it wouldn’t matter.”

I gave a low whistle, “I like your style. That would take too long for my liking though, I’d rather spend as little time around them as possible, even if they’re dead.”

Dean laughed evilly, “Oh I’m very quick when it comes to torture. I’ve had to give a little extra tender love and care to the rapists and serial killers of the world, and enjoyed every second of it.

I chuckled, “Jeez, you’re starting to sound... Like...” I scowled as an unwanted thought came up, “Her.” Oh dear God I did not need to think of her at a time like this, and by that I mean any fucking time. I still fucking hate them for creating that... That thing.

Dean raised an eyebrow, “Who?”

I shuddered involuntarily, “Ugh, the most horrible thing A.N.G.E.L. ever made. She’s about ten times worse than me, and with even looser morals.”

“Oh boy, a meaner Sarah, like I don’t need to deal with you enough as it is.” Dean facepalmed.

I shook my head fiercely, “That thing is not just a meaner me. I have seen that freak eat people’s heads off in a few bites, then spit them into other’s faces to blind them, just so she could bite their stomachs out and play in their guts.”

“Fun.” Dean deadpanned.

“She was eight years old when she did that. Well, technically one year old, but that’s when not factoring in all the, er, stuff, before hand.” I looked around nervously, trying to avoid saying anything about where exactly she came from.

“Well, she’s not around, right?” Dean asked.

I fidgeted in place and looked around even quicker, “Ehehe, yeah, sure, not around, let’s go with that. Totally, she’s gone, nope, no more of her, that’s for sure.” Jesus Christ I am fucking terrible at lying...

“Sarah, you can’t lie for shit.” He deadpanned and stared at me.

“Okay... Well... Maybe she’s... Kindasortamyalternatepersonalitybroughtonbythenumerousdrugstheypumpedintome!” I smiled sheepishly. “Remember when I said I go crazy if I don’t eat anyone? Well... Uuuuuhhh, yeah.”

“Let me guess, she manifests herself when your body goes through some sort of phase.” Dean deadpanned.

That... Is so far from the truth but I don’t want to go into detail. “Yes. Yes she does.”

He stared at me for a moment before nodding, “Alright. If that’s what happens, then be careful.” Oh sweet lord we are boned if this happens.

I nodded quickly, “Uh-huh, careful. Definitely, I do not want her taking over again.”

“Anyway we can prevent it from happening?” he asked curiously.

“Eat people.”

“Well shit, ponies will have to do.” He sighs. He sounds like he’s heard of this before.

“Yup, and there is no possible way they won’t do, I’m sure of it.” Fucking hell I probably have about a month.

Dean then glared at me, “A little too agreeable, aren’t you? What are you hiding?”

I laughed nervously, “Definitely not the fact that I’m not too sure I can keep her dow-” I clamped my hands over my mouth.

Dean sighed, “Dammit Sarah...”

“Hey!” I yelled, “It’s not my fault, I didn’t make the thing. You can thank those fuck off researchers and doctors for that.”

“Did I say you created it?” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

I looked around nervously, “Nope, no you didn’t, sorry for thinking you did. Didn’t mean to blame you, no, not at all.”

Dean lessened his glare, “Sarah, why are you so nervous? I’m trying to help you...”

“Nervous?” I asked, “Whose nervous? I’m not nervous. Nope, not at all, totally calm. No sir, no nervousness here, hehe...”

“Sarah, I know you’re hiding something... but I won’t press you if you don’t want to tell me. Just promise me something.”

“WHAT!?” I took a breath, “I mean... What is that?”

“Promise me you’ll find me if it gets too bad. I want to help you, I really do.”

“That... Yeah, okay, I’ll just find you when it gets really bad, that way the bitch has a better chance to fucking EAT you!”

Dean chuckled. He FUCKING chuckled, but he flinched slightly, “You seem to doubt me.”

I jabbed a finger in his face, “And you seem to doubt her. I have seen recordings of her doing things even I find disgusting and cruel, and that was fucking YEARS ago.”

Dean’s glare returned, “Tell me then, have you ever seen a mutilated baby? I mean just no limbs at all, just a torso? Now multiply that by a thousand, and add the variable of different other corpses with other wounds. I’ve seen some shit you wouldn’t believe, I’ve seen some shit that would make your recordings seem tame. Don’t talk to me about sick, I’ve seen sick, and I’ve done some sick shit.” His glare lessened. “Promise me... please...” He was pleading this time.

I stood silent for a moment, thinking it over. I finally caved in, and nodded, “Alright... Alright, I will...” That’s when I heard it. A very faint voice at the back of my mind:

“Sounds delicious, his life...”

My entire body froze, and my eyes widened, “Oh shit... Oh shit oh shit oh SHIT...”

“What’s wrong?”

“I... I honestly don’t know. I shouldn’t be able to hear her, It’s impossible. No, oh God no, nonononononononono...” I fell back against the wall and clutched my head, “Why can’t she just leave me alone? I didn’t mean to create her, I didn’t...” I paused for a few seconds before looking right into Dean’s eyes, “Why?”

He kneeled down to eye level, “Sarah, you’ll be alright.”

“No.” I... No she said. “She won’t.” Her voice was much like mine, but deeper and full of anger. “And don’t give her false hopes that she will...”

“Oh shut the fuck up! You may be a part of her, but If I have to, I’ll find a way to kick you out of that thick skull! And trust me,” He then grabs me, “I always find a way.” His eyes began to leak mist, showing just how much anger he was feeling.

“Fine. Try.” My mouth stretched open in a wide grin, almost tearing my cheeks, and my voice became more playful, “I’ll be waiting~”

Dean snarled, “I wouldn’t be so excited bitch. When I see you, I’ll have to beat you senseless...”

“Oh, you’re so angry, Dean~” My smile faded, “I apologize but I’m going to have to go now. But before I do,” I raised my right arm and activated my claw, “A parting gift.” I swung my arm inward and rammed my middle claw into my mouth, pinning my head to the wall. “Bye~”

“YOU BITCH!” He grabbed my arm and pulled out my claw.

“What in the fuck!” I spat out a massive mouthful of blood, “Jesus Christ what the hell just happened!?”

“Your fucking bitch of an alter ego, that’s what!” Dean exclaimed as he looked me over.

“God dammit,” I felt the back of my head, where a hole now sat, “Every time. Every time she comes out, she does something like this.”

“Dammit...” He sighed as he used his ice to freeze the hole in my head shut.

“Yeah... Fucking bitch, she is. Where do you think a third of these scars came from?”

“Wow, she must have did a number on you if you’re talking like Yoda...” he said with concern.

“The fuck is a yoda... Nevermind. What did she say? Anything at all?”

“About me giving you false hopes... I never lie. I don’t plan on letting this bitch take control of you. You can count on that.” He looked at me with determination.

“I don’t know why,” I said, “but trying to kill of what is, pretty much, a good chunk of me, sounds like a really bad idea.”

He shook his head, “That’s not what I meant. There’s plenty of ways to keep her from getting out. I just have to find the right way. If anything, it won’t hurt you at all.” He assures me.

“I swear to God, if you get those chemicals and shit somehow, I will personally see to it that you die. Painfully.”

Dean glared, “Stop assuming that I’m trying to hurt you. I wouldn’t give a drug addict their fix, even if they begged. If I gave you more of the Croatoan, it would only make it worse.”

“Okay, I’m assuming the worst because I had to a majority of the time I was alive, it’s a habit. Plus, I was there at the facility because I was incredibly resistant to the stuff flooding the place, and it actually did keep her down. I only don’t want it because it holds literally every bad memory I have.”

“It doesn’t matter if you’re resistant to it. Matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that’s what spawned that piece of shit. I know some guys back on earth that have dealt with this, I just need to ask Death if he’ll let me contact them.” Dean told me.

“Well, you’re right about it spawning her, mostly, I helped in that regard too. And the last thing I want is someone who's dealt with this before, cause as far as I know, that stuff was only cycled through the facility I was in. That means the only people who’ve dealt with it worked there at some point.”

Dean sighed, “You actually think It’s science that created the Croatoan?”

“I didn’t even know it’s name until yesterday when you mentioned it! Plus, they never told me anything about it, so how would I know?”

Dean raised his hands in defense, “You’re right, you’re right, sorry. Like I said, the Croatoan isn’t man made. It’s supernatural.”

“... Okay.” I’ll pretend to know what that means to avoid lengthy explanations.

“Anyway, If I can get Death to let me contact them, then I should be able to find a solution.”

“Cool. I think. I’m not too trusting that it’ll work, but anything is better than nothing. Thank you.” I got to my feet and took a few steps forward, only to fall flat on my face and pass out. Dammit.

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. V: A town called Ponyville

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. IV: A warning for the future

Nightmare

I stood outside a blood splattered, thick steel door. To my left and right, white sterilized hallways stretched on endlessly. This place felt... Familiar to me. I didn’t know what was behind that door, and I certainly didn’t want to find out. That door gave me a strange, unnerving feeling that made me want to bolt from there. I wanted to run, but I was rooted to the spot. I wanted to run, but my body didn’t listen. I wanted to run, but my arm reached out to grab the handle of the door. I wanted to run, but my hand slid the door open. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.

The door opened fully with a heavy clunking sound. Inside was a dark room, not a single detail showing itself. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. From somewhere in the room, I heard a horrible giggling. It sounded like a small girl, laughing innocently, like she did something bad and got away with it. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. The lights suddenly came on, bathing the room in a bright glow. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.

“Oohhhh, how nice of you to join me~!” The voice was... Disturbing. My vision was impaired by the sudden light, and I could only hear the speaker. She spoke in a young girl’s voice, but it was distorted and off key. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t. “I was wondering when you’d come by for a visit, it’s been soooo long since we last got together~”

I was oblivious to the voice’s claims, I didn’t know who she was. I finally got to look at the speaker when my eyes finally adjusted to the light. Standing in the middle of the room was a grotesque and monstrous sight. A girl stood alone, wearing nothing but a blood stained apron made from skin and flesh, still dripping with freshly spilled blood. In her hand was a meat cleaver, coated with blood as well. She stared at me with hollow red eyes, her hair blocking the rest of her face. Her hair was long, matted and tangled, dyed red from dried blood. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.

The most disturbing thing was the scene around her. All around her feet were piles of mutilated flesh and organs. Among them I saw the most anguishing thing I had ever witnessed. I saw the corpses of those I cared about; Arlosia, Ardiente, Dean, Jav, James, Michael, Feral, the princesses, multiple other humans I didn’t recognize, and even six ponies I couldn’t place names to. The pieces of their bodies were strewn amongst the piles of meat, no real recognizable parts were there except their clothes, or maybe a face, twisted in an expression of fear and pain. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.

“Oh, what’s the matter Sarah~?” The woman cooed, “Why do you look so scared~?” She moved forward, stepping through the piles of meat until she was a few feet from me. She moved her head, her hair falling apart to completely reveal her face. Her mouth was a horror in itself. Her cheeks were split open, revealing a maw of large, jagged metal teeth, fresh blood dripping from them. “Why the fear!?” She suddenly screamed in my face, “Don’t you fucking remember me!? HUH!?” I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.

She suddenly calmed, and began speaking happily again, “Did you forget~?” She placed her hand on my cheek gently, “I can understand~ I can forgive you~ After all, we were separated for some time~” Her fingers traced a long scar along the side of my face, then to another on the opposite side. I had almost forgotten about those scars. They held bad memories, worse than any other A.N.G.E.L. gave me. They were from-

“The Hunger~” The woman firmly grabbed my chin and pulled my face up to hers, “I’m so happy you remember now~!” I was trembling, my face most likely stricken with fear. She noticed, “What’s wrong~?” She planted a brief kiss on my lips, “Aren’t you happy to see me~? We can finally be together again~!” Another kiss, followed by even more, until she finally forced her tongue into my mouth. I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.

She pulled back after a minute and licked her lips, “Mmm, you taste just as good as I remember~” She wrapped her arm around my shoulders and placed her hand on the back of my head, “Oh, you and I are going to have such fun again~ I can’t wait~!” I wanted to run, but I couldn’t.

“Well, time to say goodbye Sarah~” She opened her mouth wide, “I’ll see you soon though~” her head shot forward, and I was enveloped in a cold, uncaring darkness. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t.

I woke with a sart, sweat pouring down my face. Looking around, I noticed I had been placed in the room’s bed. I suppose that was Dean who did that, given that no one else was there. I guessed that maybe an hour or two had passed, given by the light outside. I sat in silence for a few minutes, when the door opened and Jav, Arlosia, Ardiente, and Feral walked in.

I stared at them tiredly, “Uh... Hey guys.”

Ardiente looked at me with concern before walking over and putting a hoof on my shoulder, “Are you alright?”

I opened my mouth to respond, only to close it again. I shook my head a few times, “I don’t think so, no. I should be fine enough to do stuff though. Walk around or something like that.” I got up and stretched a bit, metallic clangs echoing through the room. “You know what? Let’s do that. Let’s walk around.”

I left the room before anyone could say anything else, and went down to the front door. Leaving the hotel, I looked around to see if there was anywhere to go. There wasn’t, really. Picking a random direction, I began walking, barely noticing the rest of them following me.

After a while of aimless walking, I heard a familiar voice yell, “LOOK IT’S A BIG WOLF!” Before I knew it, some woman I didn’t know was hugging Feral, and that guy James was a distance away, looking disoriented.

I blinked a few times before looking at the woman, “Who the fuck are you!?” I shouted.

I heard James shout, “Sorry Sarah! She really loves wolves! Could you make sure she gets back to the Hummingbird Inn?”

I looked at her for a few seconds, thinking it over, then I yelled back, “Can I fuck her?”

I think his eye twitched, “THAT’S MY SISTER DAMN IT!!”

“AND!?”

“She’s not gay!”

I looked at her again, then back to James, “I can fix that!”

I heard a loud clap as James facepalmed, and he said something along the lines of, “No, just no!”

I smirked to myself, “Can’t hear you, so I’ll assume you said yes!” At that point, James walked away.

“HE’S SO FLUFFY!” I jumped a bit at the woman’s shout, and looked down at her as she practically strangled Feral.

I grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her off, “Would you fucking stop that already? Jesus Christ, I don’t even know you and you’re just about choking Feral here!”

She turned towards me and looked somewhat taken aback “But, but fluffy...”

“Great,” I sighed, “he dumped me with the ‘special’ one.”

Her demeanor snapped from sad to frustrated in a nanosecond. “What, did you just call me?” She let go of Feral and came within inches of my face. “I am NOT some special person! That is one of the biggest wolves I’ve ever seen and I was going to hug it if it killed me.”

Feral killing her isn’t what she should be worried about. I pushed her back and pointed at Feral, “If you love him so much then fuck him and be done with it, I want to find something to do, and standing here is stopping me from doing that.”

She blinked and looked at Feral. “Uh... I like wolves, but not to THAT degree.” She paused and smacked her forehead. “Oh, where are my manners. My name’s Amy.”

“Sarah, not so much a pleasure to meet you.” I stuck my right hand out to shake. She took it and paused when she came in contact with my hand.

Amy stared at my hand and blinked. “Is your hand... Nothing but bone?”

“Well,” I said, “I’d say it looks and feels more like metal, but yes.”

Her eye started twitching rapidly. “That is not possible. No, no I reject this! Skeletons can not move without muscles! JUST, NO!”

Jesus, what the hell is her problem? A thought then came to me. I pulled my mask down and opened my mouth, showing off my teeth, “What the hell is your problem?”

Amy’s jaw dropped “Just... What!?” She looked like she was about to explode... It was kind of amusing. Her cheeks were puffing out and it looked like her head was a tomato. It didn’t last long though as she let out a sigh and rubbed her temples.

I felt something climb up my back, and looked over my shoulder to see Arlosia. She got up to my shoulder and looked at Amy with concern, “You alright?”

Amy’s eye twitched again as she pointed at Arlosia. “The Fuck... Is that?”

“I’m a blood elf, why?” Arlosia asked.

Amy started screaming at the top of her lungs. “ELVES DO NOT EXIST! THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE! NO!! NO NONONONONO!!!!!”

I looked back at Arlosia, who looked like she was about to cry. My face screwed up in anger, and I grabbed Amy without even looking at her. “Apologize right now, or so help me I will beat you unconscious, wait for you to come to, then repeat step one. Then repeat step two. Then one, then two, then one, then two, then one again for good measure.”

Amy let out a frustrated huff. “No!”

I spun my head around and got right in her face, baring my teeth and making my eyes glow blood red, “Now.”

She glared back before sighing. “Fine.” She looked past me and straight at Arlosia. “I’m... Sorry.”

I let go of her and nodded, “Good. Now, what to do next... Jav, you got any ideas?”

He was... Glaring at Amy for whatever reason, gripping his cane tightly. “Oh I can think of one or two things, yes.”

Amy glared at him in return. “Necromancer.”

He nodded, “I am. And I’ll have you know something. I have had horrible experiences with your pitiful race, and I’m not too keen on meeting another one. Give me a reason to, and I will kill you where you stand, got it?”

Amy growled. “Same goes for you corpse fucker.”

In an instant, Jav had wrapped a hand around her throat and lifted her into the air, “Don’t push me, girl, I am not a happy man when it comes to your people.” He then roughly threw her to the ground.

Amy let out an animalistic growl, “Whatever, all I care about anymore is finding that Ivory coat wearing bastard and ripping him to pieces...”

“Who, Dean?” I asked.

She stopped moving altogether, hell she wasn’t breathing until she whipped around to face me. “WHERE IS HE!”

Anger issues, Jesus. I shrugged, “I don’t know, haven’t seen him for about two hours.”

Amy screamed into the sky. “FFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKK!”

“Is that why you’re looking for him?” I asked.

“After what he did, he’ll be lucky if he can still breathe if I see him again.”

I couldn’t help it, I fell to the ground laughing. She actually was going to try and kill him!? Is she fucking mental?

She was panting and growling as she fumed for a couple minutes. Eventually she started to calm down. “Maybe, I need to let it go...”

“L-let what go?” I was still laughing, but it was dying down somewhat.

Amy glared at me and growled showing her teeth. The canines were noticeably sharper. “The bastard broke my heart damn it.”

“Is that all?” I laughed bitterly this time.

“Is that all?...” Her eyes started glowing silver, “IS THAT ALL!?!? HE MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS ON TOP OF THE WORLD!! HE MADE ME HAPPY!! AND Then he... He... Took it all back...” She fell to her knees and was starting to cry.

I crouched down at stared straight at her, “You want to know something?” She looked up at me sadly. I scowled, “I would love to feel like that, I would trade all of my life to feel the way you do right now.”

Her eyes widened before she slowly stood. “I-I’m sorry. It’s just... so frustrating! Everything was going so smoothly and he just... ended it.”

I stood as well, still scowling. Then, before she could react, I smacked her across the face. “Boo-fucking-hoo, you’re life is so horrible. You fell in love with someone and then got dropped by them, that’s so devastating.” I put as much sarcasm into it as I could.

She started to scowl back. “It is when they’re your first lover ever.” She stopped and gave a sad smile. “But you’re right. I really do need to get over it.” She smiled devilishly. “Still going to kick his ass the next time I see him.”

My God I do not like this woman at all. Too fucking emotional, and they jump around so damn much. I frowned at her, “You are very unlikable, you know that?”

She smiled and gave a hollow chuckle. “I’ve been told.”

“I’m not surprised.”

Amy laughed and looked down at me. “By the way, do you know where my brother James is? I don’t see him anywhere.”

I shrugged, “Not a fucking clue.”

Amy sighed and looked at Arlosia. “I know I said sorry, but you still kinda freak me out.”

Arlosia frowned, “I will send you to the Twisting Nether and laugh as you are torn apart by abysmal horrors you never knew existed.”

Amy leaned back and put her hand up in defence. “And now it’s for a different reason.”

“So,” Arlosia said, “First it was racism, now it’s because I’m angry at you for being racist.”

“No, it’s just that I like my body in one piece.”

“Oh you’ll still be in one piece, that’s the fun part about it.”

Amy gulped and smiled awkwardly. “Oh, that’s... Nice... SO SARAH! You want to go somewhere?”

I shrugged, “Sure I guess.”

She grabbed my arm and started pulling. “Great! Let’s get going then, shall we?” It took her a few seconds to look back and realize I wasn’t moving at all, “Uh... are we going or not?”

I pulled my arm back and motioned for the rest to follow, “Alright, let’s go.”

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. VI: Black wings

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. V: A town called Ponyville

“I’m so fucking bored... You guys know anything we could do?” I asked as I sat on the hotel room bed. It had been about three days since we met that Amy person, and we had run out of things to do. We went to introduce Jav and Arlosia to the princesses, which went over pretty well. Cunt was polite to them, but I could see her glaring at me when she thought I wasn’t looking. Fucking cunt.

Luna was nice though. She seemed really fascinated by Arlosia’s and my power over darkness. I guess it’s cause she’s the princess of the night or whatever. She’s not bad to talk to, though it’s hard to understand her sometimes with that old way of speaking. Going to meet them was really the extent of what we did though.

Other than that, fucking NOTHING. Really boring if you ask me.

Actually, I feel I should mention something else. The other day, Ardiente asked me out on a date. I was confused as hell when she did, because I had no clue as to what the hell a date even was. After much questioning, and blushing on Ardiente’s part, I found out that a date is when you and someone you love, or are attracted to, go out and do stuff. It’s pretty much what people in a romantic relationship do. And I got asked on one. Weird.

I accepted, after a lot of confused thoughts as to why she asked me out. I don’t want to go into what happened, let’s just say it ended well. Really well. Really, really well...

…

If you don’t get what I mean, the two of us fucked each other. Hard. First time I ever had sex with someone willingly and who wasn’t a man. It was awesome. It was complicated with my metal death trap of a vagina, but we managed to make it work. Somehow. Was still pretty amazing.

Is that wrong though, having sex after knowing each other for not even three weeks? Ardiente said it was strange for people to do that, but... I don’t really know for sure, I have literally no romantic experience. Oh well, she seemed happy enough, and I definately am. I mean come on, someone who actually might really love me! That’s fucking awesome!

Well, okay, I have friends now, but I never actually had someone who loved me. Come to think of it, I haven’t exactly been that nice to them. Or anybody, really. I would but... It’s kind of hard to, I mean I was practically brought up on hate and violence. I’m not exactly ready to just trust and be kind to everyone. Ardiente and Arlosia yeah, maybe Jav and Dean, but not everyone I meet. Hell, I wasn’t even that nice to Dean, I accused him of having the idea of using that Croatoan shit, even when he most likely wouldn’t have thought of it.

Oh well, I’ll just have to work past that. It’ll be tough as all hell, but I think I can manage. I hope so, anyway... Okay yeah, this will be difficult as shit.

I stopped thinking as I felt Ardiente, who had dressed herself in her mother’s suit again, press up against my side with her head. “You alright Sarah?” She asked.

I looked at her blankly for a second before smiling and putting a hand on her head, “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just thinking.” I stood up and stretched, causing my bones to emit metallic clangs. When I was done I asked, “So, any idea what we could do? I am fucking bored as hell right now.”

“Well,” Ardiente said, “as I was trying to say for the past ten minutes while you stared off into space...” I glowed a bit in embarrassment, “Why don’t we go to Ponyville? It’s the next town after Canterlot, and I believe that’s where our lovely friend Dean is living.”

“Hmm...” I thought it over. For one, we needed a change in scenery. Two, Ponyville, though the name was fucking stupid, sounded kinda interesting. Three, we might see Dean again, he’s a real treat to be around. “Alright then, I guess we’re going to Ponyville!”

Everyone agreed, and we got ready to leave. Since the place wasn’t a hospital, I actually payed the place what we owed. Which included damages from me and Ardiente’s... Rough night before (several noise complaints as well, but we didn’t have to pay for those).

When we got out into the street, I asked, “Okay, so which way to Ponyville?” Ardiente pointed in the direction of the city’s front entrance. “Alright, Arlosia get on my shoulder,” she did and I picked up Feral and Ardiente, “I’m carrying you two... Jav, can you keep up?”

“I believe I can, yes.” He said with a smile. I nodded and jumped off, landing a good distance away. A few more and we were outside the city.

I stopped a few dozen feet from the city entrance and said, “Okay guys, we’re running to Ponyville, shouldn’t take us too long. Let’s go!” With that I ran, Jav following not too far behind me. As we were running, I decided to ask Ardiente something, “So Ardiente...”

“Si, Sarah?”

I looked down at her as I spoke, “Why exactly did you become interested in me? Romantically, I mean. I may not have the most experience, but even I think that’s a bit quick to decide you want to be with someone.”

She blushed a bit and looked away. After a second of thinking, I assume, she turned back to me and said, “Well, you saved me from those wolves, even if you did keep one with you. You also offered to help me, even though you didn’t even know me, then actually followed up on that promise. I guess that’s why.”

Huh. Wasn’t expecting that. Because of that, I didn’t really have a response, so I just kept on towards Ponyville in silence.

“-so then I bit the fucker’s dick off- Holy shit, is that a fucking Library!? By God it is!” I had just been telling my group of friends the story of what I did to Jeriah for the hour we had been in Ponyville, when I spotted the best sight I had seen in days, a Library.

I left the rest of the group behind me, slightly disgusted looks on their faces (pussies), and I ran up to the door, throwing it open shouting, “Anybody got any books here? I need a fucking book, right now!”

A purple unicorn looked at me in surprise, “Ahh! Don’t do th-” She looked at me with growing horror before shouting, “Who are you!?”

“I would apologize, but I need a book, now. I haven’t gotten to read a decent fucking novel in the past twelve years, so I’m a bit fucking excited!” I’m pretty sure my eye was twitching, but I honestly didn’t care. I mean... Fucking books, people!

“Any preferences?”

“Hmm...” I actually hadn’t thought of that. “Give me a moment.” I sat down heavily, shaking the ground a bit as I put my hand to my chin in thought. “Got any... Romantic books? I fucking love those.”

She grinned, “Upstairs, third shelf on the right.”

“Thank you!” I ran past her and hopped up the stairs to see... Some tall guy sitting in a chair, quoting Edgar Allen Poe to a mutant lizard thing.

“- And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor. Shall be lifted, nevermore!”

Two things. One, I now know what to name that raven thing I did back in Manehattan. Two, “Holy fuck I love that poem!”

The guy looked at me and grinned, “Same here... Along with The Masque of the Red Death.”

“Oh, yeah, I fucking love that one! Haven’t read it in a while though. Actually, I haven’t read anything in awhile.”

He grinned as one of the chairs glowed green and got closer to me, along with a book floating in the air. “Then pull up a chair and relax a while.”

I... Should probably question how that happened, but book! I sat down and grabbed the book happily. Then I looked at the cover and tossed it against a wall, “Not what I meant by Romantic, purple pony lady!” I shouted down the stairs. Fucking romance novels.

“Oh, sorry! It’s the fifth shelf then!”

“Okay, thank you!” I walked over to the shelf and picked a book out. Something called Daring Do and the quest for something or other. I got about a page in and set it down, “Dammit, not enough blood. Just some arrogant bitch collecting shit, I guess. Fuck that!” By that point, my small group of friends had joined us.

“Is that a blood elf!?” I looked over to where the voice came from, and a tall... Light purple thing slowly faded into view.

“What the fuck are you? Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck did you even come from?” I asked.

“Oh,” She rubbed the back of her neck, “Name’s Lorne.”

“Okay then... Now what’s this about Arlosia?”

I swear the guy turned as pale as me, “What...?”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “Well, she asked if Arlosia was a blood elf, so I asked her why she wanted to know. Why?”

“Nothing! And if ye want to know, she’s a night elf.”

I was about to say something, but Arlosia cut me off, “Hold on a second... Aren’t you that guy that completely screwed up everything on Azeroth?”

He leaned back, “Eheheh, about that...”

There was a silence, broken by Arlosia shouting, “You are! You’re the bastard that built the Sunwell, Alexander Harris or whatever!”

He raised a finger, “Technically, I provided the water.”

“I’ll kill you, you-” I put a hand on Arlosia and held her back as she shouted, her voice slightly warped, “LEt mE Go! I’lL KilL hiM!”

“Drem!”

Arlosia’s eyes glowed purple, “DoN’t fUcKINg ThiNk ThaT’ll StoP mE FRom WaNtiNG To MuRdEr yOu!” She swung an arm, an a wave of dark purple energy flew at the guy and tore part of his shirt up, revealing this weird mark thing.

Jesus Christ what the fuck is wrong with her!?

He pressed his hand on her head, “Keep calm and go to sleep.” Her eyes stopped glowing, and she instantly slumped over and fell asleep.

I lifted her up off the ground and turned to the guy, Alexander I think she called him, “What the hell was that!?”

“Demonic magic... Powerful, too. She needs to keep herself under control or she could have thrown us into the Twisting Nether.”

I looked at Arlosia uneasily, “Yeah... She did tell me that she kind of... What was it? “Summoned an incredibly powerful demon that killed her and her family, as well as overloaded her with an overwhelming amount of demonic energy.” I think that’s what it was.”

He stared at her, “Impressive.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Accidentally killing her family is impressive?”

He waved his hands defensively, “Oh nonononono. Summoning a high level demon without a runic circle.”

“Oh, she said that she did use one,” I said, “but she may have been pushed to use a bit too much power, or something like that. Father was “overbearing” she said, and wanted her to do it perfectly the first time.”

“Damn...”

“Hold on a second...” I heard from Jav, “Are you a Mage?”

Alexander looked at him before his eyes widened, “Aye... And you’re a Valentine.”

I heard a slapping sound, most likely Jav facepalming before saying, “Just bloody brilliant, another person who recognizes me! Are you going to try and kill me before I can explain anything as well, or do I actually get a chance?”

"I’m not going to attack, I did work with Necromancers. Plus I’ve been attacked before I could explain anything.”

“Huh... I never expected to hear a Mage say that they’ve worked with Necromancers before.” Jav said.

“Ye work for the Lich King and it’s basicly expected.”

I looked at Jav to see an exasperated expression on his face as he said, “The... Lich King...? My God, really? I can see why Arlosia said that about you now.”

“Hey! I did nothing with my own hands, I merely pushed the ball of fate...”

I lifted a hand and said, “Alright, enough of that. I’m just... I don’t know, gonna go find a hotel or something to put Arlosia down.” I turned to Alexander and held out my free hand, “Nice meeting you, but we gotta leave for a bit.”

He grabbed it and shook, somehow managing to lift my arm, “Same lass... Nice skeleton arm by the way.”

“Thanks... I think.” I decided then was a good time to leave, and that’s what I did. I left. Nothing else. No more demon children, no... Whatever the hell Alexander is (I know he’s human but he is just... weird as fuck), that’s all. I left.

Standing outside the library, I started walking in a random direction, not really sure where to go. I wanted to find a hotel or something to put Arlosia down for a bit but I had no fucking clue about the layout of the town. Great.

“Yo.”

I turned around to where the voice came from and saw... The single most normal looking human I have met so far. A white t-shirt, jeans, five o'clock shadow... Yeah, looks normal. Looks.

I put my free hand up and waved slightly, “Hello.”

He smiled, “Death told me about you. Sarah, right?”

I nodded, “Yep. You are?”

He stuck his hand out for me to shake, “Jay. Nice to meet you.”

Shaking his outstretched hand, I said, “Nice to meet you too. Well, trying, anyway.”

Jay smiled, “You’re doing great. I understand it’s been a bit... difficult. But don’t worry. I’ll help ya anyway I can.”

Don’t be a bitch, don’t be a bitch, don’t be bitch, don’t be a fucking bitch god dammit!

I gave a slightly strained smile, “Thanks for the offer.”

Jay laughed, “You must be really trying, I can see how hard you're trying.”

“Is it that obvious?” I asked.

He laughed again, “Just a little. Don’t worry, it’ll come to ya on how to handle being social.”

“Hopefully. She sure isn’t helping though.”

Jay stared at me before sighing, “I see. The croatoan is nasty business, good to see it didn’t kill you.”

I shrugged, “Inadvertently it did. But really, I have no idea why it didn’t. It just sort of... Made this thing in my head instead.”

Jay nodded, “I see. Well,” He looked at the others, “and who might these guys be?”

“That’s Jav, that’s Ardiente, and this is Arlosia. Say ‘hi’ guys.”

Jav did a slight bow, “Hello, nice to meet you.”

Ardiente waved a hoof, “Hola.”

I looked down at Arlosia and sighed, “And Arlosia is currently out cold. She says hello.”

Jay looked at each of them and said, “Necromancer,” He looked at Jav then to Ardiente, “Archer,” he looked at an unconscious Arlosia, “Warlock. Huh, what a strange group.”

I looked at him in slight surprise, “Wow, got them all in one. So... Are you gonna attack Jav like Dean did, or are we good?”

Jay shook his head, “I worked with some Necromancer in Norrath. Decent folk, a bit on the Edgar Allen Poe side, but decent.” He smiled at Jav, “I’ll only have a problem if you decide to hurt others.”

Jav shook his head, “I don’t plan on it. Hell, I killed Necromancers for hurting innocents.”

Jay nodded, “Good. You seem like a decent guy. I’d hate to have to kill you.”

Jav smirked, “And I’d hate to be killed. Again.”

Jay shook his head, “You weren’t told yet were you?”

Jav raised an eyebrow, “Told what?”

Jay looked grimly at all of us, “You die again, that’s it. No more. You fade away permanently.”

Huh... Well then. Slightly disheartening to hear.

I looked at Jav to see him raise an eyebrow, “Glad to know, but that still doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to die again. I don’t want to die again even more now, actually.”

Jay gave a thumbs up as he smiled, “Good to see I gave you some motivation to not hurt others unneededly!”

While Jav just rolled his eyes, I looked at Jay, confused, “We weren’t going to do that anyway. Why would we need motivation to do something we were already going to do?”

Jay then looked at me, “Do you of all people really need to ask?”

I held up a hand and began to speak, but stopped right away. I tried to think of some sort of retort, but all I ended up saying was, “Fuck well... Got me there.”

Jay chuckled, “Anyway, you need a place to stay right?”

“Er, yes, actually.” I looked down at Arlosia, “Or at least somewhere for her to rest.”

He nodded, “Right. Well, just follow me, I know a good place.”

Don’t you dare make a fucking rape analogy brain, I’m trying to be nice.

I nodded, “Alright, lead the way.”

Jay nodded and took us in a random direction, “Alright. Well, what brings you guys to Ponyville?”

“I was bored,” I said, “and this was the closest town. Also, I remembered hearing that Dean lives here, and wanted to see if we might run into him again. Guess not, but I might stick around for a bit.”

Jay nodded, “I see. Well, Dean isn’t in town right now he’s...” He paused for a bit, “Well, he’s on an assignment from Death again.”

“Huh. Oh well.” That’s when I realized, “Now that I think about it, the only time I ever did anything for Death was that Sentiment in Manehattan, and he never actually told me about that. Not to mention, Dean killed it.”

Jay laughed, “Once you fight one sentiment, you’ve fought them all. It’s round two that gets ya.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Round two?”

Jay laughed harder, “Oh yeah, you’ll get to fight your sentiment a second time. He’s even more powerful than when he or she was sentiment, since he or she’s mind is clearer.”

“Well, technically I’ll be fighting it my first time, since Dean did everything. But it being more powerful? Don’t know how to feel about that.”

Jay shrugged, “Well, depends on how old the sentiment is. Did it say what it was?”

“No, I don’t think so. It gave it’s name, Magnus Argentum, but that’s it.”

Jay blanked before patting my shoulder, “Nice knowing ya!”

I looked at him worriedly, “What? Why?”

“He’s the old ambassador for the old human kingdom. He’s a thousand something years old. The older the sentiment, the higher the power.”

“Oh, well.... Shit.”

Jay laughed, “Don’t worry, just try to understand what he asks. Most of these fights have a condition.”

“Okay then, I’ll do that.” I thought about what to say when I realized I hd no idea where we were going, “So where're we going anyway?”

Jay suddenly stopped in front of a large building, “Right here.” On the billboard, it said “Home keeps rooms and boarding.”

I stared at the building before turning to Jay, “I’m going to beat myself to the punch on this and go ahead and tell you that I still have no idea where it is you brought me.”

Jay sighed as he facepalmed, “The hotel, you nincompoop.”

“Oohhh. Well, it’s hardly my fault I don’t know things that are apparently common knowledge.”

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever, just tell the mare at the counter I sent you in, she’ll give you a free room. If you want to know, I did her a favor and now she owes me.”

“Okay. Thank you for showing me how to get here.” I held my hand out for him to shake.

He grasped it and smiled, “Not a problem. Like I said, give me a call if you need any help. I’ll do my best to try.”

“Alright then. See you around, I guess.”

He walked away and waved, “See ya.”

Well, that was... Strange. I decided not to think on it and just went into the building, realizing that I was actually very tired, and wanted to sleep. Really fucking bad.

Maybe tomorrow will be fun?

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. VII: Birthday

Escape from Hell- Act II, Pt. VI: Black wings

I apologize for what happened last night. Anyway...

Want to know the weirdest thing to wake up to? Well, after a night of sex where afterwards you are laying in bed naked and covered in various fluids, it’s rather odd to wake up to a woman you’ve never met sitting in chair across the room, reading a newspaper. Really odd actually.

I stared at her silently before asking, “Uh... Who are you and how did you get here?”

There was a pause before she moved the newspaper down to look at me, letting me get a good look at her. She had long, bluish-gray hair, blue eyes, and she wore a white tank top with baggy, gray jeans. The biggest surprise though, were the large, black wings on her back, which were spread out to avoid being pressed up against the chair.

She looked at me silently before speaking, “I’m sorry if I am disrupting anything. My name is Sira Molante. I was sent here by Death to accompany you.”

Huh, another Wraith? After I just got Jav and Arlosia? Weird, I wonder why?

I shook my head and got up from the bed, careful not to wake Ardiente. “I’m gonna go take a shower, I’ll be out in a minute.” Sira nodded and went back to reading her paper, while I stepped into the shower.

As I let the hot water wash over me, I thought over my current situation. I had the responsibility of three Wraiths, one of them a child, one much older than me, and the other probably older than me as well. Not to mention Ardiente as well.

This whole thing is just strange. I don’t even know why Death sent those three here. I’m rude, I’m violent, I’m not exactly mentally stable, I’m irresponsible. I mean yeah, I’m trying to fix all that, but I’m a long way away. There’s also her as well, she’s not making things easy.

I shook my head, not really sure what to think right now. Finishing up in the shower, I stepped out and dried myself off. As I left the bathroom, towel over my shoulders, I headed to my bag to get a set of clothes to wear, humming and singing my favorite song to myself.

“I feel so good I feel so numb yeah!”

What? I get the urge to sing every now and then. I’m not the best at it, but i’m decent and... What the hell is with the music coming from nowhere, and why can’t I stop myself from singing?