ExperiMENTAL

Chapter 17~ Savior

As I was in my little fetal position, I began thinking. I was the daughter of Hades after all. I could bring Gilbert and Matthew back to life! I just had to find the right time.

Of course, I would have to leave two souls in hell to take their place. Crap.

Then Alfred ran into the gym, gasping. He looked around and was flabbergasted to see the sceene. He looked to me.

"Have you seen Mattie?" He asked. I looked at him with guilt. As I was about to reply, Oliver did.

"I'm afraid he's dead. All thanks to this lovely demigod here." He pointed to me. Alfred looked confused and heartbroken.

"Marki?" He asked. It seemed like he was looking for conformation. Tears were starting to form in his eyes. I nodded and looked down.

"Nonono!" He yelled. He ran his hands through his hair. He pointed to me. "This is all your fault! How could you?" He yelled at me.

"Theres nothing I could... I'm sorry, Alfred." I mumbled.

"Don't 'I'm sorry' me. He's my brother!" He thought for a minute. "Your a demigod, right? What god?" He asked.

"Hades." I weakley replied.

"Then you can bring him back! You need a soul, right? Take mine!" He begged.

"What?! No, I'm not going to kill you." I stated.

"Come on. He died while I should have been watching him. I wouldn't be able to live with myself, knowing I might have been able to do something if I was there."

I swallowed. He wouldn't stop until I gave him what he wanted. "Fine, but your going to Elysium." (Heaven in Hell)

"I don't care, I just need him to live. He had a lot to live for."

"Umm hello? No unplanned death tonight." Allen said. Alfred just noticed the psychos.

"Excuse me?" He scowled at them. "If you try to stop this, you may die yourselves." He stated. This seemed to scare the shit out of the psychos and I'll admit, Alfred was pretty scary when angry.

He went to pick up the knife from in front of Oliver, but Oliver put his foot on the knife.

"You have a problem?" Alfred sneered at him. Oliver backed up.

"N-no." He choked out.

"Good." Alfred grabbed the knife and stood up. He handed it to me and I could barely hold it. I didn't want to look at it.

"You sure?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He replied. I looked away as I pierced his heart with the blade, then looked at his body as he fell to the ground. I saw the light fade from his eyes behind his glasses.

I started breathing heavily. I now had to follow through with my part of the plan. I took the knife and pierced my heart with it. I surprisingly didn't feel any pain.

I heard a couple shreeks come from my friends as I myself fell to the floor next to Alfred.

All I remember is zooming in on a bright light. Then it went black.

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I just remember waking up to a huge headache. My head was throbbing, but I knew where I was. Hell. I look around and see nothing. I was floating in pitch black void. I hear someone call out.

"Marki?" It's Alfred.

"Yeah, over here!" I call out to him. He comes to me and even though I can't hear him, he grabs my wrist.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I took my life. If Matthew lives, so should Gilbert. Both of their deaths were my fault." I reply. I can't see Alfred's reaction.

Then I see a bright figure in front of us. I know him. He's friends with my father.

Thantos. God of death.

He greets us, boredly.

"Marki, it's been a while. What brings you and this young soul here?" He asked.

"We wish to exchange our souls for someone else's." I stated. He pondered for a moment.

"I see. Your father will be very saddened my this." He warned me.

"I have to. I don't care if I go to Elysium or not."

"Okay then. Who's souls would you like to bargain for?"

"Matthew Williams and Gilbert Beilschmidt." Alfred said.

"Okay." He wrote something down on his clipboard. "I can assure you their lives will be brought back immediately." He says with a menacing smile.

"Thank you so much, Thantos." I said.

He gave me a small smile. "Enjoy your time in Hell."

I heard the screams of millions of demons coming to strip our souls from our very bodies. They would take them and torture them. It was the worst torture you could endure.

A pair of cold hands covered my eyes and started clawing at my face.

This was it. This was my least deed. My demise.

A/n: Hehe, interesting, right? More to come and be explained...

~~~Sugar~~~