Guidestar Combatants

The Bottom, The Ground, Then The Confusion

Reagan was covered in a thick layer of dust, his body aching as he struggled to pick himself up off the ground. He groaned in pain, his limbs trembling as he pushed himself onto his feet. His eyes scanned the dark surroundings, his heart racing with fear and uncertainty.

He stumbled towards the opening in front of him, his mind racing with thoughts of what could be waiting for him. Was it the doors to the elevator? Or something more sinister? His heart dropped as he reached out to touch the doors, his hands trembling as he felt the cold, hard metal.

But Reagan had no time to dwell on his fear. He needed to find his gun. He frantically searched his waistline, praying that the weapon was still there. But to his horror, he found nothing. He had forgotten the gun, leaving himself completely defenseless in this unknown place.

With a heavy heart and aching body, Reagan stepped out of the elevator car and into the darkness. He squinted, trying to make out his surroundings, but all he could see was open space. He took a few tentative steps forward, his heart pounding in his chest with each flicker of the lights above.

As he continued to walk, Reagan couldn't shake off the feeling that the basement was more than just a storage space. It felt like a vault, holding secrets that were waiting to be uncovered. And Reagan was determined to find out what they were.

His eyes caught sight of a huge door, made of a shiny, metallic material that almost looked like aluminum. There were no handles, but Reagan could see tracks where the door could slide open. He pushed with all his might, grunting with the effort as the heavy doors moved slightly to the left. With a surge of determination, he pushed the other door to the right, creating a small opening just big enough for him to squeeze through.

Reagan stepped through the opening, his heart racing as he waited for something to happen. But all that greeted him was a blinding flash of light as the entire space lit up. He blinked, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden brightness. And when he did, he couldn't believe what he saw.

It was a desert. A vast expanse of sand as far as the eye could see, with nothing but a scorching sun beating down. But as Reagan looked closer, he noticed something strange. Movement. Something had caught his eye from the corner of his vision.

He turned and started walking towards the source of the movement, his senses on high alert. But just as he got closer, he saw it again, this time from his left side. Without a second thought, Reagan changed direction and headed towards the mysterious figure.

As he walked through the unforgiving desert, Reagan felt the heat intensify, the harsh sun beating down on his skin. Sweat dripped from his brow, his body struggling to cope with the scorching temperatures. But he pushed on, driven by the need to uncover the truth.

And as he got closer to the figure, Reagan couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and curiosity. Who or what was waiting for him in this desolate place? He was about to find out.

His throat begins to dry and he desperately tries to build saliva in his parched mouth. But nothing comes, and with each passing moment, he grows weaker. He forces himself to keep moving, but his steps are slow and labored. Each one feels like he's dragging lead weights on his feet.

As he trudges on, he sees a figure standing in front of a door. The figure is cloaked in mystery, their intentions unclear. But Reagan is too exhausted to stop, and he pushes forward, determined to reach the door.

Finally, he reaches it and grabs the handle, using every last ounce of strength to turn the knob and push it open. He stumbles into the room and collapses onto the floor. All he can do is gasp for air, his body trembling with exhaustion.

After what feels like an eternity, he manages to push himself up off the floor. As he stands, he notices a man standing behind him, just staring at him. Reagan's curiosity gets the better of him and he asks, "Who are you?"

The man's response sends shivers down Reagan's spine. "I am usually perceived as the evil of the world." As he speaks, wings burst forth from his back, red and resembling waves of fire.

Reagan's mind races as he tries to make sense of what he's seeing. "Why are you down here? Locked up as the prisoner of Hell?"

The man's response is chilling. "If Hell were to exist entirely, there is only Nevaeh. I was banished from there."

Reagan can't help but stare at this intriguing and complex character before him. But the man's next words snap him back to reality. "Go to the elevator and go back up to your world."

As Reagan turns to leave, he can't resist asking, "What is this room?" He points to the darkness that seems to swallow everything in its path.

"It's where the President's prisoners are kept," the man answers, his voice taking on a menacing growl. "Now go to the elevator before I kill you."

Reagan jumps at the sudden change in tone and quickly does as he's told. He runs back through the desert, feeling as if he's being watched the entire time. When he reaches the elevator, he jumps inside and doesn't dare touch anything as it shoots back up to the top.

Meanwhile, Colin is still staring into the abyss, consumed with rage and a burning desire to save his friend from whatever horrors lie below. He paces back and forth, his mind racing with questions. What could possibly be down there?

With a determined look on his face, he heads down the hallway, ready to face whatever dangers may await him.

"Where are you going, Colin?" Roxy's voice echoed down the hallway, her grip on Jamie tightening as the cries grew louder. Colin's determination was palpable as he paced the hallway, his hands frantically feeling for any sign of another elevator or a staircase. But the walls were unforgiving, offering no escape from the terrifying reality that Jamie was still trapped in the elevator. Colin's anger and fear only grew with each passing second, his mind racing for a solution.

"Reagan, are you okay?" Roxy's voice broke through Colin's frantic thoughts as he descended the stairs into the foyer. He barely registered her words as he sprinted back towards the elevator, desperate to find a way to save his brother. But a sharp knock on the front door stopped him in his tracks. He turned slowly, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him.

The man on the other side of the door was unlike anyone Colin had ever seen. Thin and frail, with an ominous presence that sent shivers down his spine. And then, without warning, the man's wings burst into flames, casting an eerie glow in the dimly lit room. Colin's stomach twisted with fear as the man, who called himself Aronik, stepped inside without a word.

His eyes locked onto Colin, and the air around them grew heavy with tension. Colin's mind screamed at him to run, to fight, to do something. But his body betrayed him, frozen in place as Aronik's powers took hold. With a flick of his wrist, the door flew open, knocking Colin off his feet and against the wall with a sickening thud.

The world spun around him as he struggled to stay conscious, but darkness quickly overtook him. Aronik's sinister presence loomed over him as he slipped into unconsciousness, leaving Colin at the mercy of this mysterious and dangerous figure.