why hello! i finally was able to start my new story. it will probably only be updated every few days or so, but ill see if i can work faster. i hope you like it, and please review it if you have the time. thank you ^_^
He slowly opened his eyes, yet he saw nothing. It was silent, but noises were echoing in his head. He tried to speak, only to realize that there was a leather gag in his mouth, a metal clasp strapping it together in the back of his head. His arms and legs were bolted down tightly to the metal table. Sweat trickled down his face in warm droplets.
Where am I? How did I get here? Those were just a few of the questions racing through his mind.
The man tried to writhe against his restraints, screaming through his gag. He failed miserably.
A door slowly creaked open, shining in a small amount of light. He squinted, blinking rapidly as though he was staring directly into the sun. A figure in a dark cloak silently stalked over to him, almost floating.
The man was hyperventalating, feeling the table beneath him getting hotter.
"Samuel McKinley," the figure growled. "Do you know why you are here?"
McKinley shook his head, trying to scream again.
The figure chuckled. His face was hidden beneath the black hood of his cloak. "Do you even know where you are?"
The table was beginning to feel even hotter, starting to slightly burn McKinley's bare skin. He groaned in pain, attempting to shift himself.
"You'll have your answers soon enough......." The cloaked man pulled his hood down, revealing his face.
McKinley gasped. "You!" He muffled through the gag.
Takuya laughed. "Yes, it's me. The guy you shot to death in the parking lot outside that sleazy bar. The same guy you planned on buying ten kilos of cocaine from. The same fucking guy you planned on screwing over. Surprise."
McKinley stared at him, shocked. That Takuya guy was supposed to be dead. He had shot the bastard right in the head.
As if reading his mind, Takuya smirked. "Yes, you did shoot me in the head. And you did see my brains splatter all over the pavement. There's one problem, though......You can't kill the non-living."
"What?!" McKinley muffled out.
"You know, that thing's pissing me off." Takuya ripped the gag out, not caring that the leather tore into the man's skin.
"OW! You fucking bastard! Where the fuck am I?! How'd I get here?" The man was furious, yet terrified at the same time.
The brunette smiled. "Patience, my friend." With that, he pulled out a machete.
"What do you plan on doing with that thing?! Let me go!"
"McKinley, think about what you were last doing. Think really hard. What's the last thing you can remember before you got here?" Takuya spun the handle in his fingers.
"What the fuck does that have to do with it?! Just let me go!" McKinley screamed at him.
Takuya pressed the blade onto the man's chest, causing him to jump.
"Does this ring a bell by any chance?"
McKinley thought as hard as he could. Everything was hazy, but he could remember bits and pieces. After supposedly killing Takuya, he had taken the cocaine to his friend. His friend however, didn't have the owed money. McKinley demanded that he pay, so his friend grabbed a nearby knife and had plunged it into his chest.
"My fucking friend stabbed me," McKinley said, shocked. "But how'd I get here?"
"You really are stupid, aren't you? Look around you. Darkness......Heat......What is the one place you can think of that is dark and hot?" Takuya asked if as if he were an idiot.
McKinley only stared at him, confused.
Takuya snapped his fingers, causing the room to suddenly ignite into flames.
"Holy shit! What is this?! Some kind of special effect?!" The restrained man shook his head unbelievingly.
"Not quite. Those are very real, Sammy boy. Everyone gets to look at fire when they come here."
McKinley glared at him. "You mean, there are more people here?"
"Well, yeah. More than sixty-five percent of people go to Hell when they're dead. And you're one of those lucky winners. Congratulations!" Takuya taunted.
"This has got to be some kind of joke! I'm not in Hell and I'm not dead!"
"Well, what's that on your chest?" The cloaked man pointed out.
McKinley managed to look down enough to see a bloody, gaping hole in his chest. "Where'd that come from?!"
Takuya laughed. "Damn, you humans really are stupid. It's from when you got stabbed, you dumb fuck."
"I don't believe you! You did that to me!"
"Believe what you want. If that was me, though, I would've carved my name into your chest when I was done. You know, as a parting gift."
"But why me?!" McKinley screamed. "Why am I here?"
Takuya's dark eyes bore into his. "Let's find out." With that, a list appeared in thin air.
"What's that?" McKinley asked.
"The reason why you're here," Takuya snapped. "Let's see, you stabbed ten people to death, and shot seven others. You also raped three women, and then you killed them when you were finished. You were never charged with any of these for some strange reason. Pigs are too stupid to arrest the real criminals, I guess. Anyway, you did get caught for dealing cocaine and heroine, although you were only given a slap on the wrist. Pathetic...."
The list burst into flames and disintergrated a moment later.
"Such a shame," he said, shaking his head. "Now, I honestly don't give a shit about humans. But I do, however, love dealing with your type. Torturing someone like you only makes it that much sweeter...."
McKinley's eyes widened. "Torture?! What do you mean?"
"Isn't it obvious? When you die and go to Hell, you get tortured every day for the rest of eternity. Damn, I figured that you knew this shit by now," Takuya quipped. "Just think about your victims.....Did you care when you put them through pain? No, you didn't. Therefore, I won't care when I torture you."
"No! Let me go! I don't deserve this!"
Takuya laughed. "The only thing worse than a murderer is a murderer in denial. Don't worry, you won't actually die. You're already dead, so that just means after I finish disecting you, or whatever else I feel like doing, you'll miraculously heal. Then I get to start all over again."
"Don't you dare touch me, you bastard!" McKinley yelled. "What the fuck are you?! Some kind of demon?"
"Hardly. There are demons who work here, though. I'm much higher on the food chain. There is only one person who is above me, and if you think hard enough, I'm sure you can figure it out."
"This is ridiculous! I'm not dead and I'm not in Hell! You're just some crazy lunatic that tied me up and thinks he's the fucking devil or something!"
Takuya raised an eyebrow. "Don't believe me?"
He suddenly slammed the machete down on the man's exposed neck, decapitating him immediately. After waiting a minute or so, McKinley's head miraculously reattached itself back to his body. He gasped, shocked.
"What the fuck just happened?" He demanded.
"I cut your head off, therefore killing you, and then you healed. Now I can kill you again," Takuya said nonchalantly. "And no, you're not imagining this. You're not messed up on drugs or anything. This is the real shit."
McKinley weakly pulled at his restraints. By now he had no choice but to believe the man standing before him. "Please, just let me go......."
"I can't do that. The boss wouldn't like it," Takuya replied with a laugh.
"Let me the fuck go! You can't stand here and torture me for all eternity!"
"Oh, I can. But I won't. You see, when a person dies, it's my job to tell them that they died, that they'll burn in Hell for all eternity, yadda yadda yadda.....Each person will be assigned to two demons. One demon will torture you for twelve hours, and the other demon will do the other twelve hours. Kinda like a nine to five job for them." Takuya adjusted his cloak.
"This is insane!"
"Nah, not really. They get a month's worth of paid vacation and parking benefits," Takuya quipped.
McKinley glared at him. "I'm warning you! Either let me go or-"
"Or what?" Takuya loomed over him, holding the machete against the hole in his chest.
"Just leave me alone....."
Takuya thought for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. I'll leave you alone."
"You will?" McKinley looked hopeful.
"Of course. I'm a man of my word," he replied, dropping the machete to the floor.
"Oh, thank God...."
"Bubba! Get in here!" Takuya yelled.
The door burst opened, a flame whooshing into the room. A large, muscular demon walked in, his sharp canines bared. His skin was black and glistening. Two bat wings spread out behind his back and his large red eyes glared down into McKinley's.
"Bubba, would you be a dear and show this man a good time?" Takuya asked him with a chuckle.
The demon grunted, turning his axe in his hand.
"Alright, you kids have fun. I'll be back in about eight hours to check on you. See ya!" Takuya stalked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.
He heard the man's anguished screams from inside the room and burst out in laughter. "Stupid bastard......"
All around him were screaming humans. Some were chained to walls, while others were being dragged away by demons. The dirty floor was stained with blood and littered with bits of shattered bones. He could see people being dismembered, skinned, everything imaginable and more.
"Better go see what the jackasses are up to...." He muttered to himself. "Lazy morons are probably still sleeping."
alright, i hope the first chapter didn't suck too much. i wanted a good opening so let's hope it came out okay. let me know what you think please ^_^ it'll only take ten seconds so please try to spare those ten seconds to make me happier tonight. trust me, i need it right now -_- chapter 2 will be out in a few days. laterz :]