Sentenced To Eternity (On Hold)

Chapter 9

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Sentenced To Eternity

Chapter 9

Alise's Point of View

Before I had a chance to make some smart come-back Evy disappeared into thin air, an evil grin on her face.  I sat on the floor of the room, it was so empty and untouched it disturbed me.  I felt my claustrophobia begin to grip my body.  I began to pant, I was freaking out.  My eyes darted around the room looking for an escape.  I began to vibrate, waves of sickness engulfed me.  I tried to control the urge to throw-up.  The room began to spin as the walls grew tighter around me.  I screamed and shut my eyes.  Suddenly I was yanked from the room.  

I saw a quick flash of the Future {My Mom as a gray-haired old woman baking Christmas cookies} before I felt unnatural heat beat against my skin.  I opened my eyes and a soft gasp escaped my lips.  Before my very eyes was a gorgeous room with fine silver china displayed atop beautifully carved wooden desks and tables.  Blood-red wallpaper covered the walls.  Silver drapes hungs from the windows.  I peered through the window and saw a lucious green pasture with black sheep roaming about it.  Paintings of attractive people dressed in old fashioned dresses and tuxedos hung about the walls.  I turned and saw a handsome man with a devilish grin on his face standing before me.

The man looked about twenty and he had dark black hair.  In fact, so black it was nearly purple.  He was muscular and stood at roughly six foot five.  His black eyes shown with mischief and his entire body radiated with a dark tan.  

A tingling sensation engulfed my right arm, the one that I had punched Sophie with.  The vivid memory of my arm bursting into dust haunted me.  Though the feeling of my entire body turning to dust -- I felt like I was melting if you wondered -- and then the small dust particles that, unfortunately, happened to be me drifting off in the soft Heavenly breeze and landing in the small undecorated room in which I had recently been in.  Then finally the odd feeling of reforming -- I felt as if I was one large wave that was slowly compacting into a solid if you wondered -- from dust into a, um, ghost-person, I guess, sent shivers down my spine and kept replaying all throughout my mind. 

The tingling senstation in my arm began to take over.  I felt my arm extend towards the man, he smiled, took my hand in his, and kissed my hand ever so gently.  "How do you do?" asked the man.  His voice was smooth, mysterious, and low.  "Oh do pardon my manners, my name is Satan," his dark eyes met my green ones and I blushed instantly.

Suddenly realization flowed through me.  "Diablo, the Devil," I whispered.  Satan smiled yet another devilish grin.

"Ah, you refer to me in my Spanish origin.  Why?" asked Satan staring into my eyes.  I blushed furiously. 

Why? I asked myself.  Perhaps it was my visits to Diablo Mountain.  Or Georgina, my Spanish, and still very much alive, friend who often said half of each of her sentences in Spanish and the other half in English.  "I guess it just sounds better," I said slowly.  "It sounds fancier and more. . . elegant," I finished lamely. 

He nodded and took my hand in his.  Satan led me through endless corridors and past numerous numbers of doors.  Finally we arrived at a large elegant door.  The wood in which it was made was a dark chocolate brown.  It was carved with pain-stakingly careful details of various animals.  Though not rabid ferious animals, peaceful beautiful animals covered the door instead.  I wanted to stand there forever and stare at the door, but Satan dragged me away from the door and into the room that the door hid.  I felt the heat grow warmer as I entered the room, sweat began to drip from my nose.  I wiped it away, furious that I looked like a sweaty freak in front of Satan.  His beauty was far greater than mine.  He was far better than I.  No, I snapped at myself. You are lying to yourself, he's the Devil.  He's no good.  Satan grinned evily.  "So you don't trust me, wise choice," said Satan.  I held my breath in fright. 

It was then that I realized my surroundings.  A desk that appeared to be about six feet tall sat at the back of the room, it was plain with no designs and it looked to be made of oak.  The walls were covered in the same blood-red wallpaper as the other room I had been in.  A cushioned chair that looked to be about six and a half feet tall sat behind the desk.  An un-cushioned chair that looked to be about two feet tall sat on the other side of the desk.  The person who sat upon the smaller chair would surely be greatly intimidated by the sitter of the large chair.  And much to my dislike, Satan headed towards the large chair and matching desk, leaving me to obtain the smaller chair.  Though when I looked over I realized that Satan stood at about the same height as the chair.  How would he be able to sit in it? I wondered.  Though just as I thought that particular thought Satan began to grow until he stood at about thirteen feet tall, double the height of the chair.  I gasped and backed away from him in terror.  Shockingly, he was still as beautiful as before even though he was over double his normal size. 

Once again he grinned an evil devilish grin.  He raised his arm and positioned it so that his arm and hand combined made the shape of an upside-down "L."  Suddenly a ball of flames erupted in his palm.  I screamed and backed away until I ran into the door.  "Oh do sit, darling," said Satan.  The same tingling sensation that I felt in my arm before engulfed my entire body.  I could feel myself walk forward and take a seat upon the small chair.  My hands folded in my lap, yet I still didn't gain control of my body.  The ball of flames in Satan's palm began to sizzle.  As suddenly as the flames had appeared they disappeared and in their place sat a thick stack of papers.  Satan set the papers on his desk and began flipped through them.  His beautiful dark eyes scanned them. . .

Yet another grin appeared on his face.  "You think of me, my Sweet," he whispered.  I bit back a whimper and shook my head furiously.  "Ah, but you lie," he said pulling a single sheet of paper from the stack.  He looked over the sheet.  His head tilted ever so slightly.  His mouth curled into yet another evil grin.  "Murderer," he said, looking up at me, a playful, yet evil, smile still painted on his face.  I shook my head.  Satan sighed, "Denial is never the answer," he whispered.  Shivers erupted down my back.  I looked at my shaking hands, tears welling up in my eyes.  When I looked back Satan was gone.  This was my chance.  Escape, Freedom. . .

I stood.  "No, no, no," said Satan, materializing at my side.  "No one, not even you, escapes from Hell!"

I screamed and fell backwards into my chair.  "Grimm!" Satan called. 

"Yesss, my Lord," hissed something off in the dark.  Again shudders erupted down my spine.  A creature that strongly resembled an over-sized snake with scaley legs and muscular human arms stepped from the darkness.  

"Take this one to the. . . fear chambers."  My eyes widened as the monster called Grimm grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.  I closed my eyes, sickness flooded me.  When I finally gained the strength to reopen them the beautiful room in which I had sat was beyond hideous.  The walls that had recently been blood-red were covered with images of terrified people, pained expressions on all of their faces.  Blood drenched many of them, the images looked so painfully real I expected the people to jump from the walls and begin moaning and screaming in agony.  I shuddered and closed my eyes again not wanting to see any more. 

I passed out.

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When I finally opened my eyes the scenery around me was far different than it had recently been.  I was in a large metal room.  There were no windows and the only clothes on my body was a tattered black tunic.  My feet were shoe-less.  It was then that I realized how smoldering hot the metal was.  I jumped up screaming in pain.  I tore a small peice of fabric from my tunic and stood on it.  The fabric reduced the pain to just above barable.

I looked around.  The tightness of the room made my claustrophia go wild.  I began panting like mad.  The world spun around me and I quickly became dizzy and light-headed.  I gasped for air, I felt as if there was no air left in the room.  It was then that the walls of the room began to slowly grow smaller, closing in on me.  It was as if my nightmares had come alive. . .

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IF ANYONE HAS ANY IDEA WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO BE A CLAUSTROPHOBIC PERSON PLEASE LET MY KNOW BECAUSE I'M NOT CLAUSTROPHOBIC.  AND JUST TO CLEAR UP ANY CONFUSION, IF YOU'RE WONDERING IF ALISE LOOKS LIKE A GHOST IN HELL AND HEAVEN, SHE DOESN'T.  IT'S JUST ON EARTH THAT SHE LOOKS THAT WAY.

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~Kara

~Edited by Kc