Hell's Heart

Segment 2

Segment 2

Subsection 1

The day is here. Blake stands alone in his chamber. The mirror reflecting the image of a man once known as Blake Carter. He puts on one of his many faces, bliss in concealment. He looks to his chamber door and takes a step out. The time is here.

Along the way the soldiers lie. Tormented souls trapped inside of a damned body to be used as a tool before the flesh is burned away. The smoking army stands in endless lines inside of the docking hall. A ready platoon to lead the dagger in the first assault. A slash to splash blood before the finishing blow is taken.

Com A: Sir, they are prepared give the command and we move out.

Blake stands and look into the eyes of the commander. Pausing with a chuckle and lowering his head slightly.

F1: A fog fills the air. Let us hope that you can see. It’s your call Commander, time to take charge.

Com A: Sir, I will march into battle with honor.

Blake continues to the barracks. While walking to his locker he glances at each nameplate. Slowly reading the words inscribed on them as he passes. Thyrsis, Pyrrhus, Simoisius, Kypris, Aketa. They will surely be missed... he opens his locker. Blades, armor, firewarm, whatever may be needed to seize the day. The locker is emptied and closed. The barracks are cleared no signs of life remaining. The still air sits as the base is evacuated. The halls stay with only the remains of footprints and dust, awaiting the homecoming of the vanishing souls that once brought life to this great place.

Blake sits in his transport awaiting the lift. The countdown begins. The clock ticks, second by second anticipation rises. The clock slowly going down. The long wait begins for such a short trip.

Blake reaches into his pocket and removes a slip of paper. A note written long ago, from a life that should never have been lived. This is his pride, this is his joy, this is what makes him who he is. He looks up dramatically with no emotion. He laughs and rips the note in two throwing it to the ground.

Subsection 1.5

You  always changing who you are, it doesn’t matter if you’re new or old you always changes who you are. There is no one named Blake Carter. No not a single person. Sometimes I question you, Blake. I question you and your selfish ways. You have turned a world known only to the Pheunma into a world that is shared. This world should only be known by one. The sheer thought of these two worlds meeting in harmony is enough to make the strongest of human mind become entangled in a vast sea of emptiness, to set sail and be ripped apart from the inside out.

As a punishment you will be forced to suffer in a way known to no man. This punishment will show who you truly are. You will be left only to the mercy of your own mental integrity. It is your job to survive by any means necessary. There are certain souls spared. The mind of the past life that was once lived has been replaced. Only the mind of the Teras remains. The body of the former human is now manipulated by the Teras that possesses the body. They slowly become one with the passing of time. You have violated this rule. Blake you will suffer, you contain tainted blood....

Subsection 2

You are now a human orphan. A young human male by the name of Blake. You are 16 years old and in love. Though taboo, you did not care, your feelings burn red with all intensity of the sun. Every chance you get you would see your lover, until the attack. As they came up you ran from the orphanage to the burning house. You ran through tearing through the burning building in a search for the one you love, if not a body. You search and search and in your struggles a powerful feeling crashes over your mind. Nothing remains no ashes, no signs of life. The one that you risked your life to save is gone without a trace.