There was a long pause. Like, I was just there, in the dark, by myself. But then...it was like I was back. Flames were everywhere around me.
"Well,well, well." A mysterious deep voice bellowed sarcastically. "Look at this gem. I wonder how she happened to get here."
"W-where exactly?" I called out helplessly not knowing who or what is behind the voice.
"Oh Matt, I think we have another lost soul."
A large, snakelike man came out of the flames.
"I suppose so..." the other one whispered. Quietly judging me.
"Look at her tapes, see if you can return her to where she belongs."
A devilish grin flashed across his face. He turned to grab a book almost as big as him."What is that?" I asked shakily.
An enormous beast emerged. Red, horns, spiky tail, the whole deal! He was the spitting image of terror. Confused and somewhat startled he replied "Its our soul records. We have tapes and such for every soul that enters here. If you so happen to break one in anyway, the person who's tape you broke then turns to a lost soul and returns to earth."
"Well, if I'm a lost soul," I wondered,"then why am I here? Wherever this hellhole is anyways...."
"Oh dear," the smaller Male answered "this isn't a hellhole. It's the hellhole."
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The Devil In The Girl
RandomPrologue: I thought death would be worse. More gruesome, vicious maybe. Not that it wasn't. It was actually very, very lonely. For a while at least. My "death" was my first ever memory. August 2, 2009, 7:14 am. I had just turned 12 and we were driv...
