(Halloween!Plot) The things that were, and will be again...
Whoever named this place hell, Cheryl decided as she rolled over yet another white-hot stone, had thought wrong. In the sixth circle, where she had been condemned, she had been worked hard, without mercy, and with great cruelty, but somehow it had settled into a sort of dull monotony. Even being vivisected had become rather routine.
Ye the head torturer - a befanged thing with gray eyes - demanded they do more and more to her. "She is the sister of the Promised. Make her suffer."
The problem with suffering was that, when delt out at a great amount, one got used to it. The real hell was knowing she'd never see her family again. They'd sepparated her long ago from Scotty and Shelly, and she'd seen Linda only briefly before...
She shivered, and was grateful that Ash would never know of his girlfriend's fate.
Leaning against a rock wall and closing her eyes, she savored the sole cool spot in the entirety of the hellspace she had dwelled within for five long years.
"...what you're doing out. It's Halloween."
Cheryl gasped and jumped back. Behind her, the wall of rock had turned opaque, and she could see her brother's face...
"What did they do to you?" she whispered, noticing his scars. It's a trick, another trick, she convinced herself, stepping back. She glanced over her shoulder nervously, at the door of the padded cell where she dwelled and the horned, red-faced, many-eyed creature who guarded the exit.
"I dinna see the matter, 'tis simply another day." the woman beside him said.
"Trust me, baby. There's something in the air. I don't like it."
"Ash," Cheryl whispered. Her hand shaking, she reached out to touch the image on her wall.
"...There's something crazy in the air."
"Pah. 'Tis but thy worry talking."
"I'm not kidding, babe. Hair keeps standing up on the beck of my neck. It feels like something's gonna reach out and grab us..."
Cheryl sucked in a deep breath before plunging her hand forward...
And sending it right through the image, where it landed on her brother's shoulder, squeezing firmly.
((OOC: And so Halloween!plot begins. Feel free to start threading your own encounters))
Ye the head torturer - a befanged thing with gray eyes - demanded they do more and more to her. "She is the sister of the Promised. Make her suffer."
The problem with suffering was that, when delt out at a great amount, one got used to it. The real hell was knowing she'd never see her family again. They'd sepparated her long ago from Scotty and Shelly, and she'd seen Linda only briefly before...
She shivered, and was grateful that Ash would never know of his girlfriend's fate.
Leaning against a rock wall and closing her eyes, she savored the sole cool spot in the entirety of the hellspace she had dwelled within for five long years.
"...what you're doing out. It's Halloween."
Cheryl gasped and jumped back. Behind her, the wall of rock had turned opaque, and she could see her brother's face...
"What did they do to you?" she whispered, noticing his scars. It's a trick, another trick, she convinced herself, stepping back. She glanced over her shoulder nervously, at the door of the padded cell where she dwelled and the horned, red-faced, many-eyed creature who guarded the exit.
"I dinna see the matter, 'tis simply another day." the woman beside him said.
"Trust me, baby. There's something in the air. I don't like it."
"Ash," Cheryl whispered. Her hand shaking, she reached out to touch the image on her wall.
"...There's something crazy in the air."
"Pah. 'Tis but thy worry talking."
"I'm not kidding, babe. Hair keeps standing up on the beck of my neck. It feels like something's gonna reach out and grab us..."
Cheryl sucked in a deep breath before plunging her hand forward...
And sending it right through the image, where it landed on her brother's shoulder, squeezing firmly.
((OOC: And so Halloween!plot begins. Feel free to start threading your own encounters))