Soul Trap

Chapter Two: Trapped

3:25pm Friday, 27th

Scarlett walked home alone, as usual. All of her friends took the bus, but she preferred to walk. The busses made her hair frizz anyways.

As she passed the park, a chill ran down her spine and she shuddered. It was over 40 degrees outside, that made no sense.

Her eyes were drawn to shiny on the ground. It was a red-ish purple stone, and it looked extremely beautiful. And worth money.

She picked it up and put it in her pocket, deciding that she would take it to someone to look at it tomorrow.

She got home and rushed upstairs. She had to check if Bryce had messaged her. He only ever did it once, and that was to tell her that she had a piece of toilet paper stuck to her shoe all day in school. Nevertheless, she looked anyways.

Nothing.

She was beautiful. She could get any guy. Except for him. She went to bed feeling like shit, and wanting nothing to do with anyone. She was fed up.

***
11:34am Saturday, June 18th

Scarlett felt a lot better than she did after her disappointment last night. She decided she'd get the stone checked out. She looked at it for a while last night, and felt unable to put it down. She didn't think about that today. She threw on a pair of shorts that were short enough to fit every stereotype about teen girls, as well as a t-shirt and then she ran out the door.

***
12:55pm

'Magic Jewelry'. It didnt look very magical to Scarlett. It was just a run down shack. Missing shingles, broken windows. Not a very clever name either. This place gave her the chills.

She entered. A musty smell filled her nostrils and she nearly gagged. It was filled with old jewellery, that was way overpriced, and at the middle was a lady.

The woman was just a normal old woman with gray hair and glasses, out of shape, and had too many chins to count. Scarlett sat down, sitting as far back in her chair a possible so that she wouldn't catch the ugly, and presented the stone to her. As soon as the woman saw it, her eyes widened.

She flung herself at Scarlett, over the table. She began to foam at her mouth, her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she lashed out at Scarlett with the intent to kill.

"Get the fuck off of me you crazy old bitch!"

Upon saying this, she was thrown into darkness, Scarlett's head felt like it was going to burst, And when she began to see normally again, the sky was purple and black, all movement was stopped.
The purple-tinted and unmoving clouds loomed mysteriously overhead, as if watching her every move. The old lady seemed like she was frozen in time. The stone was no longer in her pocket, where she put it after the old lady went berserk.

Her cheek stung. She reached her hand up slowly and felt her cheek. It was perfect and soft until her hand touched something moist. She drew her hand away and looked at the dark red blood that was on her hand and now covered her left cheek, dripping onto her shirt.

Scarlett looked around slowly. She could feel eyes burning into the back of her skull. She took a breath, clenched her fists and turned around.

She was greeted with a skeleton. It's bones were pure white, and it's canine teeth were strangely pointed.

She yelped and jumped back in fear. Even just looking into those soulless eyes gave her a headache.

"W-who the fuck are you!" She stuttered. "Where am I?!"

A cold breeze blew past her carrying with it, white flakes that began to wash over the skeleton. They enveloped it and when they were gone a man stood in a dark robe. He would be attractive if it were not for some strange qualities about him. He had hair as dark as an abyss and skin as deathly white as the carcasses at the bottom of one. He had horrible but alluring purple eyes with bags beneath them. The man smiled wickedly at her. His canine teeth were still pointed but he looked less like an undead freak, and more like a vampire. Is that what he was? Not as sparkly as she thought they would be.

Suddenly he spoke.

"Watch your mouth." Scarlett flinched.

His voice was low and smooth, but also had what she could only call demonic qualities.

She had never felt this afraid. All she wanted to do was run, yet she could barely move.

"Congratulations bitch, you made it to Hell. Just call me Lucifer."