By the way, I'm not the best with adventure, and I don't think this really counts as adventure...
***Warning***
Blood/Gore
My body started to shiver as I looked around. Where am I? I thought as I got up. I looked around and saw things laying around. "Hello?" I called out. Nobody answered as I walked about. I saw teddy bears, chess pieces, and everything scattered all over the floor.
"I love the devil!" I heard someone laugh. I looked around and immediately I saw a human-looking creature with thorns and wings. "What? I can't love myself? What is it with humans these days?" he mumbled. He snapped a flask into his hands and began drinking. "Want some?" He motioned towards my fear-fulled self.
"What am I doing here?" I asked. I felt fear coming over myself as I realized he was the devil.
"I'm glad you noticed that," he replied to my thought. "You're here because you're dead." I looked away from him.
"Why am I not in heaven?" I asked. I didn't believe I belonged here, I'm innocent.
"You're not innocent. You might as well get used to this, because this will be all you see unless you truly believe you're not guilty," he shrugged. He drank more from his flask. "Alcohol isn't as addicting as you think," he mumbled to himself.
"I am innocent!" I shouted boldly to him. He glared his eyebrows as he stalked toward me. He grabbed me by my collar.
"Look, I don't care if you a little twig-like girl, I will not hesitate to make this more torturous for you!" His voice boomed. "I will not take any disrespect from a weak human like you," he said in the most powerful voice I've ever heard.
He threw me back onto the floor. I fell onto my bottom, "sorry," I mumbled. I looked over to him and saw him nod with approval.
"I hope you don't enjoy your stay, have a horrible after-life!" He shouted before he snapped himself away.
I'm not guilty. I thought as I stood up. Everything vanished and I was left alone in a pitch-black room. Bright colors started moving around the room. I felt my eyes tearing up, so I closed them tightly, the lights burning my eyes.
I was forced to open my eyes when I felt myself stab someone. "No, I can't do this again!" I shouted loudly as I tried to stop myself from stabbing my boyfriend. "Stop it!" I shouted endlessly.
"I hope you're going to get the torture you deserve!" He shouted as he kept screaming in pain. I shook my head, closing my eyes. My eyes were forced open, and I had to see the blood spitting out of him.
"I didn't mean to!" I shouted, tears rolling down my face. I saw someone running towards me. My body forced the knife out of my boyfriend's body and threw it at the person's body. They got stabbed in the thigh. I heard loud screams.
"Why did do this? I was just trying to make a prank on you!" He shouted in pain, gripping his wounds. I saw blood being coughed out of his throat. "I thought you loved me," he murmured before his eyes closed and his body fell limp.
"I thought you were trying to kill me!" I kept shouting to nobody in general, I don't know who I was trying to convince. "I'm innocent, stop it!" I shouted repeatedly. "Please, sto-" I couldn't say anything.
A loud scream of pain escaped my mouth as I realized that a knife was caught in my abdomen. I gasped loudly as I saw the person take their mask off.
"You bitch," she shouted. It was my sister. "Why would you stab him! You're a fucking monster!" She shouted as she removed the knife from my abdomen and stabbed me repeatedly.
I kept shouting in pain. The pain was as if it was many times worse than before. I cried out in pain and saw how all my blood was draining out of me.
Black.
"I hope you're going to get the torture you deserve!" He shouted in pain as I stabbed. It was happening again.
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I really don't like this chapter. I don't feel like I did my best. I rewrote this chapter many times and many different plots.
I just don't think I'm good at writing strictly adventure.
738 words.
