Bump In the Night

The Underworld...and Battling A**hole Hellhounds

   Traveling through the portal was magical, yet scary. I didn't know what to expect, or what Hell would have in store for me. I was honestly freaking out inside. We soon landed, or whatever I should call it, and somehow didn't fall face first onto the ground. Well, him anyway. I actually still have a couple scratches from where the rocks dug in to my face. 

    "This is her?"  I heard a woman's voice say, as I started to get up.        

   "Yes, it is." The ghost-guy said to her. "Her name is-"

   "I know what her name is, you ungrateful mongrel. Take her inside. Now!" 

   "Y-yes ma'am." He wretched me up and off the ground, taking me by my forearms. "Walk." he ordered me. 

   Once we far enough away from the angry-looking women, I asked, "Who is she?"

   "My, uh...step-mother, Persephone." he said, sounding nervous. We -all too quickly- soon reached what looked like a gigantic mansion. He tried pulling on the doors, but only reached failure. He started furiously kicking the door and muttering over and over again.  "Ahh...god-damned bitch!"

  Slowly, and ever so carefully, I touched his shoulder, which was now solid, compared to the ghostly form he was in earlier. He stopped what he was doing immediatly, and turned around. "What?" he seethed. "Um...tr-try pushing them..." I stutter.

   "Whatever," he mutters, but does it anyway. It works, and I hear more muttering. We enter, and you know those slow-mo takes they have in the movies when someone enters an amazing house or something like that? Yeah, that didn't happen to me. I was attacked by two enormous beasts -hellhounds, I'm pretty sure they're called- and left to defend myself. Which I obviously did, because if I hadn't, I'd be dead. So...I really had no other choice but to...you know...kill them.

 I had grabbed a poker from next to the fire place, which in turn left me cornered there. I quickly decided - I then jabbed one in the eye, and into it's skull. I slashed at the other one, and it only grew angrier. It growled louder, and stepped a few feet closer, forcing me toward the fire pit even more.

   I grew angry. All this thing wanted to do was see me dead, it seemed! I saw red as I hit it bluntly on the head. Slowly - and steadily- I forced it backwords, hitting it over and over, but not just on the head. I hit it several times on the back and the legs. By then, it looked tired, so...you could say I stopped playing with it when I stabbed it in the stomach, all the way through.

   With my breathing hard, I turned to face my captor.