Re: Zero Hell clean up arc 2

Trails and tribulations

Jack woke up head pounding feeling like it had been used as a drum and the pain throbbed to the beat of which it had been played. Emilia was asleep on top of him so he couldn't move. This was very reminiscent of how he woke up last morning. Jack strained his neck to look down at Emilia. It felt uncomfortable to move his head like this but she looked so peaceful as she slept. But they needed to get up. Jack grabbed Emilia's shoulder with one hand and her knee with the other and rolled her off him, then got off the couch. Emilia half-opened her eyes and groaned in annoyance that she was woken up. With his pounding head, Jack prepared breakfast and all the other things he needed in the morning. They were quickly out the door walking to the trial. [Emilia: Why did we get up this early?] she said in a groggy voice. They walked to the tomb. Emilia walked into the tomb and Jack waited outside. He had the same loadout as last time. Cloak with wood armor plates, kitchen knife in the cloak, and a sword in his hands. Jack waited anxiously for a horde of rabbits to come sweeping through. After 30 minutes none came. An hour went by still nothing. Another hour went by and Jack's anxiety had finally eased. Jack heard crying. It was Emilia, out of boredom and curiosity he walked into the tomb. But Jack wasn't supposed to be able to enter the tomb he couldn't before but now he could. He saw Emilia crying on the cold floor. Jack went over and held her though she seemed to derive zero comforts from it. Then Blink. Jack wasn't in the tomb anymore; he was somewhere else. [???: Hello] Jack turned around facing where the voice came from. Echidna was standing there with an evil-looking smile on her face. [Jack: I thought I wasn't allowed in here] [Echidna: Your not but I wasn't going to give up a chance to psychologically terrorize you] [Jack: Will I going through trials help Emilia] [Echidna: Nope] A new floor hit Jacks feet. Echidna took Jack through many hard times in his life. The worst moments of many times his parents caught him doing something illegal, Sad social experiences, arguments with family, and even bad experiences with his medication. [Echidna those were all formed from your memories. Echidna took him back to the field of Bermuda grass. [Jack: What is wrong with you?!?] [Echidna: I can sense through your thoughts you don't know the name of this place. This is where I host tea parties. So call it the witch tea party] [Jack: That's funny because I don't see any tea I just see a pale sociopathic witch with bushy eyebrows] Echidna sat at her table with the umbrella and pulled out a cup of tea and a tea kettle. [Echidna: I am very self-conscious about my eyebrows don't make fun of them] [Jack: Then don't toss me into an apocalyptic world of man-eating rabbits and then torture me with previous traumatic experiences.] [Echidna: But you like this world don't you. Because you care about Emilia Right] [Jack: Yea. Why are you doing all this? Just to fuck Subaru or some other self-serving shit] Echidna's eyes lit up when he said yea [Echidna: Speaking if fucking now that I know what that means due to analysing your thoughts. Oh it feels good to get such knowledge. Why don't you fuck Emilia] [Jack: I will after the third trial. I wanted to achieve the objective you gave me first before I distract myself. Oh, by the way, you're welcome, for putting your objectives before my own desires. I see you don't fail to reward me] Jack said sarcastically. Echidna's eyes lit up again. Jack could sense there was some sort of plot, something sinister in her head. [Echidna: Do you want to shoot something?] [Jack: Come again] [Echidna: You seem mad so you want to shoot something] [Jack: I guess...] The floor dropped under him but his feet didn't hit the ground first. Jack's butt hit a seat where popp there was a steering wheel in front of him. He was in a car. This was his car. An address was in his phone and he was following the directions. But Jack wasn't the only one in the car. He looked left in the passenger seat. It was a guy he had done business with in the past. He looked down near his phone as a Smith and Wesson .38 bodyguard pistol was laying on the center console. The destination was something "corners". Jack looked in the back seat to see an AR laying across. Jack knew what was going on. This was a crime he had planned but didn't commit. It was a home invasion robbery on a house that sold weed. But in his past, the owner of the house guessed what Jack was up to. I guess in this reality he didn't suspect anything Jack thought. They pulled up to the house. Jack's partner grabbed the AR and hopped out. Jack grabbed the 38. [Partner: let's go through the back door] Jack wrapped a bandana around his face and his partner put on a ski mask. His partner kicked open the back door. [Partner: Run yo shit!!!] [Jack: Where the gas at?!? Where's the bread!?!?] There was two men in there one fat one and another with a slimmer build. [Slimmer build: What's good wit u?!?] [Fat one: Ayo chill!! Chill!!] the Fat one stumbled back, but suddenly he reached behind a couch. The fat man pulled out something shiny. Pop! Pop! Pop. The shots luckily came from Jack's side. His partner hit him two times in the chest. Jack let off one round into the fat man's belly. There was a shiny silver pistol in his hand. Jack and his partner searched frantically for the other. Jack spotted him in the kitchen reaching in the knife drawer. Pop, pop, pop. The man slumped to the floor dropping the kitchen knife. There were colored bags and small cans of dispensary grade weed strewn across the house. Jack started gathering he stuffed things in his pockets and in his pants. His partner grabbed the pillowcase off a pillow and started stuffing it with various bags and cans. Out of nowhere, sirens came ringing. [Police: Drop th-!!!] Shots rang out. Jack looked down and his shirt was turning red. Jack felt a hard tap on each of his thighs coinciding with the loud bangs. The three injuries felt numb but there was a bit of pain as well. Then he saw just purple.

I'm sorry This one took so long I thought it was to personal so halfway through writing it I had to rewrite basically everything. Also there was a lot of other things I needed to do at the time. I'm starting a patreon. Because someone told me I should. If you want to support me, it will be great if I get any money. I will definitely take writing more seriously. I'll post extra content, cut out parts, drafts and one shots on my patreon.