Emily raised her eyebrows when Victoria told her she seemed trustworthy. That was the first time someone had said something like that about her since she could remember. With good reason. "I'm afraid that's just not true. I'll tell you the full story some time we're safe, but for now, understand that the only thing you can rely on me doing is the thing that helps me most.

Since Emily didn't like the idea of spending breath on talking that instead could be used for running, and for helping Victoria keep up, she fell silent after that. All things considered, though, Hell was pleasantly surprising her. She'd expected to be dead by now, though maybe she had only survived because she belonged here.

Victoria nodded to Emily, she might not be able to trust her but she was human which counted for alot more than it normally did.

“your human. We survived, for whatever reason. Something wants us together “

Sighing slightly, they where a right group of misfits, what did they do to earn this?

“maybe. I think we all have a interesting story to tell”

They headed further away from the pile and deeper wherever this hell went. Whatever they would find. Victoria found old doubts nagging. This place was not just fire and brimstone, it was something more evil, something that bravado could not defend against.

Looking over the the she saw of there little group, Nemo, a thief, the book worm and a guy younger. Sadly she did not know most of them as well, Junks must have been in her year. But he had already shown his colours.

“anyone want to get there I was right religious moment in? You not get a Better chance”

Noticing Gregg now she relised wherever as from, he was new but she was sure he was about when she was taking the tour last summer to get back used to the school alongside a few new students. He seemed about the right age and fashion to be that person.

“hey. I'm sure I remember you now. Summer, tour, my father was one in the navy coat, we were taking in Russian?

You were talking the finer points of some Star door, portal. Gate? or something . ”

Michael was younger, she had not even seen him before this day. Feeling slightly unsure what to say Victoria just waved with a free hand.

Things seemed calmer, but something scared her. The calm in hell, that could not be right, the evil never calmed, only became more incidious.

…

Marilania was panicking, whatever happened all her team mates had been dead, one had ran then the ground had opened and fallen into a pit of spikes, the screams echoed down the tunnels for over a minute shocking her to the core.

Fitness was paying off, the air was thick but she kept good pace running as screams echoes behind, Chittering monsters and all manner of sounds making Marilania run.

The tunnels where long but you could only see for 10 or so metres, strange smoke hung in air and every negative emotion and experience was amplified.

Seeing the group, Victoria had made it, thr girl from earlier. Frowning at the male. Now in slightly better clothes he still was same ass hole. Seeing the kid she was chatting to earlier too, waving gladly that some people made it and survived whatever hell they had endured.

“Vika! You made it!

I remember you. I saw you at... “

Her happiness was caught short as Victoria watched the shadow form behind her. The shape of a man came from the shadows and almost very walls of hell. Barely able to scream out of shock she watched as the figure blade almost forged from the smoke and plunged into her chest before it left vanishing back into the very nature of hell.

Weakly Marilania staggered and fell her pink jacket staining darker rapidly, falling weakly as her sister fell in shock holding Marilania, eyes streaming.

“no! Don, t don’t leave! “

Weakly barely holding together Victoria saw her sisters eyes slowly dim and her whisper practically, barely able to use her last strengh.

“just live Vika… live. “

Holding her sister as her last strengh failed dead in her arms. Ring still on finger, it almost very shine almost dulled by the sheer loss. The very light dimming in response to such act and loss.

...

Meanwhile the bystanders saw a diffrent image. Victoria saw her sister die herself, saw the blade penetrate her flesh. They saw the alternative. Bot sisters seemed to grieve for the other.

Thr killers blade penetrated Victoria from the shadows as Marilania watched. Marilania ran up watching Victoria fall and slide over as her pale snow like white skin turned red, falling into her arms.

"vika! Nook! Come on.... Come on..."

Victoria felt the blade peirce her side. Weaken as her blood fell from her side, staining everything as her legs gave way.
Eyes dimming watching her sister, feeling the life leave her body.

"Marlin... Make it out... One has to live...."

She fell limp in Marinalia arms as the younger sister died in her arms. Her ice pale skin barely changed despite blood loss and looking almost asleep as her eyes closed for thr last time. Marinalia broke down feeling the warmth leave Victoria.

Behind the two sisters last parting the smoke cleared slightly to reveal a message on the same simple wooden sign.

.....
(edited.)

“now you know what hell is. Your very fears. Your darkest impulses and memories.

The girl who lived thanks to blood money. Living on death of others, saved by there pain. Crippled, doubt, cold to her soul.

Now truly alone.

The one who hides. Scared of there self, doubting your own worth. Afraid always, afraid of everything.

The emotional cripple, always the monster, never knowing love. Never knowing anything but your cold existence.
Alone. Cold. Alone.

The haunted one. Never escaping your past. Blighted forever by your mistakes. Soul blackened by your own acts to prolong your darkest habits.

The book worm. Always hidden letting life pass you by. The watcher. Never knowing the joy. Always moving , never home.

Lastly the one who can think, timing, everything. So smart yet you are powerless here. All your so believed intelligence hopeless, useless.
Nothing.

Welcome to hell.
The blade that cuts deepest. “

Behind in the haze shadow forms gave a mocking salute before vanishing.

@neogreggory@knifeman@PrinceAlexus@Cruallassar@Ciaran@Jaded

SO epic long post. I tried to include everyone I could in it.

Please see OOC or the discord for explain

Junks collapsed. Not at the sight of blood. Naw, he'd seen that shit so much.
He collapsed into his personal hell. He twitched violently like how was overdosing and seizing yo at the same time.
His whole life was laid out before his baggy eyes.

He saw his mother. He was cradled in her arms. Warm. Loving was he gaze.
She turned into bones as the cocaine dug through her. Soon she was a skeleton with an empty smile.
A gun.
No.
No.
No
His father came through the door.
Skull fragments and blood poured out her head
He ran
Run
Run
Run
He saw the nun who took him in. She whipped him for no reason.
He stared into Jesus's eyes as her hand hit him.
Again. Again. Again.
Was there a God?
He ran again. Far away. Never knowing a home.
He remembered his first kiss. She was a crackhead and he was high. Was it love, or was it something that never existed?
He woke in the bed he spent in with her. He was 14, he remembered. But his reflection was 5. The young boy they found running down the street after his mother was murdered. His clothes wore her blood like a cruxifix. He turned into the boy that ran again from the Foster home run by those nuns. Black clothes with a gold cruxcruxifiHe degraded as he grew. Teeth rotted. Some disappeared. His crucifix disappeared with God's hope in him. He evolved until he was looking himself in the mirror. A exact reflection.
He then evolved further.
He wore a black suit. His teeth were replaced by solid, white ones.
This was what he would've become if he'd ran again.
Then he saw a skull. His skull. He was already dead. Was this hell real? Was he really still alive? Was he dead?

He twitched back into this world of flames screaming.

Loud. Everything was too fucking loud.

Nemo could vaguely hear the others, likely going through their own tortures, but they were all drowned out by the voices. Those goddamned voices. The ones that told her that she was a freak and a liar and she would never be seen as a girl, not really. This was coupled with an unbearable crawling sensation under her skin that made her want to fucking scream.

These things were familiar, but the intensity wasn’t. They felt… real. Tangible. It was as if the voices that normally whispered from the back of her thoughts were being shouted right into her ears and the softer, sweeter voice that said, “It’s normal to feel this way, you're a good person, you’re going to be okay,” was absent.

Nemo felt like she was suffocating from the heat. She tore off her jacket and dropped it to the ground. Staring at her bare arms, she noticed movement. Things crawling under her skin. The voices screamed at her to tear them out.

She scratched. Scratched. Kept scratching until she broke skin. Her nerve endings screeched in pain, but she kept going, gritting her teeth against the urge to cry out. Moths crawled out from under her skin and took flight, crumbling to dust in the air.

She didn’t stop. She dug her fingers deeper into her flesh, pulling out nerves and tendons and discarding them on the ground. It wasn’t even the voices pushing her on at this point, just her anger. Her body, her flesh, her very physicality was a disgrace that needed to be gone, destroyed, erased from existence because she was all those things the voices said she was, and she didn’t deserve to exist.

Nemo collapsed to her knees, her breathing loud and ragged. In a sudden, the voices quieted. She looked down at her arms. There was no gore, no viscera, no moths. Just red scratches and small cuts, blood beading from them. The stinging that pricked at her skin was nowhere near what she felt during her delusions.

She brought her shaking hands to cover her face, trying to take deep breaths. The pain, the voices, they were gone, but the desire remained. The desire to rip and tear at her body, spill her organs, destroy her very being was still there.

That feeling scared her more than anything.

Emily watched as the others each fell into their own respective tortures. No doubt each was horrific, but equally, there was little chance that Emily could do anything to help them. Better to wait until they recover by themselves.

A dark force came across Emily's mind. Probably a demon, or a devil, or something similar. She regarded the presence curiously, then spoke out to it, mentally.

You're stupider than I'd have thought if you think that you can use my lack of guilt to make me feel guilty.
And you're stupider than I'd have thought if you think that makes you safe.
What can you do to me? I have no conscience for you to exploit.
Then use theirs.

Emily's vision blurred momentarily, then returned to clarity. Suddenly, she couldn't stop thinking about the other students, the ones that had died in that huge mound, a few minutes ago. How terrible it was, what had happened to them, and how it was even worse that she hadn't felt a thing. She realised how she was seen. She knew she was a monster.

She wanted to throw up. She was kneeling now, she hadn't been paying attention to it, but at some point she must have knelt down. Now she couldn't take her mind off the surviving students, how they would hate her if they knew about what she was. For the first time in her life, she cried.

Next she thought of her mother. The dissapointment she must feel in Emily, to know that her own daughter did not love her. The daughter that she'd pushed herself to the edge for, working obsene hours to support the pair of them alone, did not love her.

Not that she would have to any more. Emily was in Hell, and she'd never escape it. Even if she got the chance, she couldn't take it. Not after what she'd done. It would be better to stay where she was and recieve punishment for her crimes. So Emily curled up, shaking, as the guilt carried her off into a nightmare.

Victoria reached over closing her sisters eyes as her own steamed with tears, ignoring those around her lost in grief, loss and sheer trauma. Her sister had always looked after her and now she was alone in hell, alone with strangers, alone at home. Her father was often away and the two sisters had grown very close relying on the other heavily as no one else to.

Not noticing the others, her own darkness so deep that she never noticed the truth or the others.

...

Marilania was distraught, Victoria had always been the one she felt responsible for, despite being half sisters and o ly living together for the school period the two had become very close. She had seen her go from athletic, to barely a ale to walk, to recovering. After that they could not help but be full sisters regardless of there diffrent mothers.

Looking down seeing the ghostly eye lids shut, contrasting harshly as bright red blood has stained down her leg contrasting as violantly as her death.

...

Not noticing the other, both feeling the same powerful emotions, both lost in the darkest moments. Neither did notice merely a few metres away the other was alive.

Hell was cruel in its games.

@PrinceAlexus
Junks woke from his repressed memories and saw the Bitch he stole from earlier kneeling and weeping or some shit. The only thought was that everyone needed to get the fuck out of here.
"Bitch! Get the fuck up! We have to leave!" He shook her shoulders violently. So ducking violently it probably shook around some brain matter. he kept shaking and when that didn't seem to work he starting shaking her head. He looked in her eyes. "LOOK AT ME. GET THE FUCK UP!"

"Jerry. What the fuck are you doing? She ain't got no cash on her no more. She ain't got no use no more."

No..

Above him stood a figure. I figure of his imagination?
His name was forgotten with all the brain cells he'd burnt up in his days. His nickname was Jack. He renamed himself after the whiskey he'd loved so much when he was alive. He had taught Junks every trick he'd known until he accidentally overdosed when Junks was 15. He wore his typical appeal. Very similar yo what Junks used to wear until a few hours? Minutes? Hell time is fucked up.

[color=ff7976a] "Jack...I..."[/color]
"Quit your bitching and follow me."
Junks stood up and followed his old mentor as he walked and stood overlooking the convulsing bodies.
To everyone else he was talking to the crisp, hot, hellish air.
Maybe he was.

Victoria saw thr body of her sister seem to vanish, shaking, heavier and heavier until a force grabbed her head and shook her violantly causing her to be stunned by the shock..

"ernough, ernough!"

Opening her eyes to see a face missing a few teeth and same face Victoria jumped slightly, before a second shock seeing Marilania return the same shocked look seeing Victoria alive at same time"

"get off my.... Sister! What the hell your..."

Victoria looked over utterly surprised before giving Junks a look that would chill a polar bear into a ice cube. Turning the last remark to Junks, accent Gaining a Russian aspect.

"Marlin!... Get off. That hurts.. I'm awake."

Marilania saw junks talking to seemingly thin air and looked round at group convulsion on ground shocked by whatever power had effected them. Somthing far greater than they possessed.

"What. There's no one there...its probbly this monster taunting you .. And that's for my sister."

Aiming a hard slap at junks before going over to Victoria and happily hugging her, glad she was alive and deciding that whatever caused the effect was somthing they probbly did not want to meet.

@Jaded

@PrinceAlexus
The slap didn't even matter. All Junks was focused on was Jack.
"How? How are you here?" He and Jack walked a bit AMD sat down on the ground. It looked like diet but felt like daggers in Junks' ass.
"I'm here because this is my purgatory. I wasn't no saint and I wasn't no sinner. I'm just stuck here.
Junks looked worried.
"..Am I stuck here?" Jack gave a chuckle.
"New. I don't think yer a dead kid yet...Now listen. There's a guy down here that wants to meet you and your..Friends. C'mon Junks. We ain't got all day." Junks followed his mentor in a near trance like state. These glimpses of hell were simply like trying to open your eyes to the fierce afternoon sun as Jack began to lead Junks on the right path. A giant tower loomed far in the distance.

@Jaded

Marilania and Victoria watched as Junks headed out towards some. Other space, was he lost or did he know somthing they had not seen, whatever it was here was capable of more than that it seemed.

"stay here Vika. Il look... Don, t know... I feel somthing is up."

Victoria nodded and saw him leave, preoccupied by some event.

"sure... Stay safe... Please."

Nodding seriously to her sister. Marinalia saw junks and followed the fresh foot steps in the dust and dirt of the floor. Hot, dusty, choking. Even she was struggling, yet alone Victoria who was weaker than her.

Peaking round a corner she saw the very far shape of a towering citadel, a massive solid shape, shaped, impossible to be natural like the other rock.

Sneaking back hoping junks not notice she headed back to the main group.

"guys... Theres somthing up there... Big.. Towering. Tower.
It seems to be important. That.. Junks?

He seems to know the way"