After packing up and moving away from home, you decide to move to the small town of Tullamore in Ireland to go to college and finally get the degree that your parents want you to get more than you do.
Currently living 'the best years of your life'...
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(A/N: I wanted to bring back this piece of art that was made by monthecheybecause it's awesome and it was posted on my discontinued story. So I wanted to bring it back for some possibly fresh eyes to see because that's what it deserves. Thank you again for sending me this, I still love it and it means a lot. :)) (On with the story!)
(Nobody's POV)
As far as the eye could see, bodies hung from the bleached ceiling of the abyss. Thin String coiled around their ankles, snaking up and around their faces, masking them as unidentifiable.
Just another number among the masses.
One of them finally stirs, twitching and shivering to life. Similar to a dragonfly molting its final layer of skin, a female figure tries to wriggle and kick out of her puppet case.
The strings eventually snake away from Stacy's face and she takes in her first hungry breath. The air was thick and unsatisfying with the taste of her sweat lingering in her lungs, along with something dusty.
The blood rushes to her head as her surroundings start spinning. She dares not to look down.
Then, she's dropped. Hurling into the black abyss, she hits another human cocoon on her way down. She manages to grasp onto it for a second only for her grip to fail.
She passes through a cold layer of cloud before her frail body slams down onto the cold concrete ground. If this were in the waking world, she'd be dead.
In a panic, she fumbles to her feet. Breathing heavily as her dusty lungs adjust, coughing a few times as she leans against one of the cages in the prison.
The walls lag in and out around her as the caged beings watch her.
"Shit" she mutters, mind racing as she takes in her surroundings.
Gnawing down on her lip, she sees a shapeless being whining from within the cage. Its glassy eyes locked on the silhouette lurking over her.
Stacy turns then throws her back against the bars, facing the green blazing eyes that own hell.
The handle of a circus whip presses gently against her throat, shaking in fury.
"What happened..."
She winces as his words ring out through the corridors. His voice was smooth, but crackly at the same time. It made a cold wind go down Stacy's back.
"T-The...H-He"
The man looks down at her in visible disgust, watching as she sinks down to the ground in a pathetic shivering mess.
Mercy scowls, looming over her sleek quivering form as she adjusts herself into a kneeling low bow.
