POV: Lanadel
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My eyes fluttered open, and were quickly blinded by the bright lights all around me.
I was sitting on a metal chair in the center of a pristine white room. It was a perfect cube, with nothing but me inside.
I looked down to see that my blood-soaked dress had been replaced by a tight black suit. It clung to my curves and overexagerated them.
At least I know I'm still hot.
Getting up carefully, I got a closer look at the room. A single light hung from the, you guessed it, white ceiling. There were no windows, so I had absolutely no idea what time of day it was.
"Where am I?" I shouted. "Who are you?"
There was no answer.
Scowling in confusuion, I walked up to one of the walls. There was a little round button down where it met the floor. I crouched and pushed it, and when I got back up there was a little black screen with green writing on it.
"You're awful." I read it out loud.
Oh bitch you did not.
"Is this what you're going to do? Trap me in a little room like a fucking psycho and then insult me? Yeah, fuck you." I yelled.
I was hoping for at least some kind of answer, but nothing happened.
Frowing, I sat back down on the hard metal chair.
"This is bullshit." I mumbled.
Almost as soon as I said it, the green text on the screen disapeared and was replaced by something new.
I ran up to it and peered into the screen.
"Why do you think you're here?" I read.
"I have no clue actually, maybe because you fucking kidnapped me? That might ring a bell." I sneered.
Nothing happened for a few seconds.
Sudennly, a hidden door opened from one of the walls, and people with skin brighter than polyester stormed in and grabbed me.
"What are you doing? Get your hands off me!" I protested, but they didnt seem to hear me.
I was pulled out of the room and into something that looked like a doctors office.
There was a doctors bed, a tall marble counter, a desk and yet another hard metal chair.
This one however, I was cuffed to.----------------------------------------------------------
The people who grabbed me had all rushed out another door, and left me sitting in the chair with an old....person sitting across from me.
I gawked at their face in confusion. It didn't look like a man or a women, but both mushed into one.
There were notes of feline-ish feminine eyes, but also a broad nose and a chiseled jawline.
They caught me staring.
"I know, its crazy, but I am a male my dear." The man-woman-person chuckled.
I didnt laugh.
"What are you and where am I?" I demanded.
The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled.
"I'll say this once, so you should probably listen."
I nodded.
"You are dead. You were murdered by someone, but we are still trying to find out whom. My angels are going through your life files as we speak, and that will determine weither you are capable, or even have a chance at winning the Hell Games."
My mouth fell open.
Oh that bitch Jessica, I knew she had it out for me. But like, killing me was way too far.
"Wait, the Hell Games? Whats that?"
A small smile formed on his lips.
"You'll find out my dear, but for now, I am your death coach. I will answer the questions you need to know, but not the ones you want."
This dude.
"Who the hell killed me? I never even got to say goodbye!" I whined.
He shook his head, his tiny smile never leaving his lips.
"I cannot tell you that my dear, murders are very complicated to solve down here. The person guilty could be among us, and we might not even find out."
My heart dropped when I heard him say the words, "down here".
I put my hand up to stop him.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"
He cocked his head in confusion. "The person guilty could be-"
"No, before that."
"Oh." He let out a sigh. "Yes, you are in hell."
I didn't think I could be any more shocked, but surprise surprise.
"This isn't fair, I was a good person! I got murdered, I should be in heaven."
His eyes went cold.
"You are an accessory to murder . . .
a big accessory."I cringed.
"I was hoping you wouldn't find out."New chapter coming very soon my loves, I hope you enjoyed <3 and trust me, this is just the beginning, there is much more action in just a few chapters :) Stay safe xoxo
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HellGame
HorrorBloodshed isn't the word to describe the Hell Games. It is inhumaine. Millions are sent to hell every day, but ten outcasts a year are given a bewildering opportunity. A fight to the death... or re-death. They are placed in an arena filled with dan...