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|_| Prologue… |_|

The gates of hell sure didn't seem as scary as I thought it would. The Scapegoat’s head sat right in the center on top of the colossal metallic doors, but they connected to make a giant gate.. My eyes dipped a bit, I was drowsy, and it was amazing that feeling still occurred to me in such a horrid place. I wasn't a bit scared by the illusion in front of me, even if one could call it an illusion . Flames stood in two curved pedestals stood on the left and right of the gate. On the actual gate stood three sixes, all arranged in a pattern going in a circle. In the background you could hear the screams, but they failed to taunt me. My heart continued to stay at a constant beat, my conscious told me I was going to be alright. It seemed now that I was in the worst of situations, I wanted to think of a way to leave. But sadly my thoughts became interrupted by a blazing wind with much heat built into it, you could tell it was hotter on the inside. At the very second I began to feel the heat, the doors slammed open, crushing the pedestals behind them, making an explosion. My red eyes scanned the area, not much was to be seen, hell didn’t look that odd.

It was just like earth, only the distinctive color was orange, maybe red. You could see dead trees, houses with burns and holes in them. People walked around, they looked very dark, their eyes had turned red, probably because of hatred. They had no pigment in their skin, just completely black. A hooded figure began to approach me, from out of nowhere. His pupils are white, but the rest is black, odd. My basic instinct allowed me to check what I actually had on, to see if I had a weapon to protect myself with. The normal black leather jacket, no shirt underneath, and it was unbuttoned showing my chest fully. A tattoo ran from my neck and to all over my back and chest, it’s a white dragon, though I can’t remember where I got it from. My hair is short, black, a navy seal cut. Two black spikes lay in my nose in the middle, one spike facing the right, and the other the left. A black hoop earring in my left ear, but no other piercing other than that. My eyes are red, giving me the complete look of a cold killer.

“Ah….they call you Lucien, I have been waiting for you….,” said the hooded man, he had made his way to the front of me. His voice sounded as if he had been smoking for a while. I could not tell whether he was smiling or not, but judging from his reaction to me, I assume that he is. I gave him no response to his remark, it didn’t please me nonetheless. I could feel the weight of the pump action shotgun on my back, the strap is right across my chest, and I am seconds away from blasting the hell out of this guy.

“Who the hell are you….,” I responded, glaring into his eyes, though it seemed that both of us had strange eyes. “I am the gate keeper….you’re expected to go before the master of the underworld, if you wish to live that is…,” he said with a snarl. I am completely confused by this point, aren’t I already dead? My fists were clenched now, I had no idea who this guy thought he was, he sure wasn’t going to be the one to take me down. The hooded figure began to mumble something else, but my anger overtook me, my left hand swiftly sunk into the shadow in his hood. All I could feel was a rocky substance, perhaps bones, and knowing my surroundings, I’m pretty sure it was a bone that I was hitting, his skull. His hood swiftly fell off, and he could no longer get up, but I wasn’t going to stand around and let this guy talk shit to me.

My shotgun was already pumped, all I had to do was pull the trigger. My right hand reached to my back, and my trigger finger stuck in the loop of the gun, switching it to the front of me now. The shot was probably heard everywhere, although I was not sure on how big this place actually was. I kept my gun cocked, letting anyone know…I wasn’t here to sit and burn like they were, my time here was going to be spent fighting for my freedom in this damned place, even if I deserved being here, I am no one’s bitch. The scene was set, I had made it past the gates and let my pores begin to scream, I hope everyone knew what I was there for, because they’d better be. Without further a due, you may call me Skip, and this is the beginning of a mental journal, i'll keep in touch.

Mod edit: rated PG-13 for language.

~Recap : We find Lucien (aka Skip) leaving a dead body from the gates of hell, apparently he wasn’t going to leave with this man without a fair fight, so he finds himself in a predicament, he must find a way to survive, and maybe a way out, but how? And btw, some of you were confused about past/present tense. I am writing in present tense.

|Chapter One| confrontation.

The repetitive sound of rocks scuffing under my boots is giving me a calm feeling, from the horrid screams, and smells, of what sounded like humans. My left hand stayed on the pump of my shotgun, and my trigger finger was ready to flinch. I could not help but hate the thought of me being here another hour, but it seems I have to deal with it. I just want to close my eyes and go to sleep forever, I’ve been working my entire life. I can remember my entire life just like yesterday. My mother died in child birth, and as I grew older, I became cold. At the start of age fourteen I began my killing streak, I killed for money but the money had never satisfied me. Sure, it kept me fed and clothed, but it never really did anything for me but provide more ammunition for my self hatred, and of course, my shotgun. My sole purpose to living was and still is, a true ending, to my self-righteous hatred, but I’ve yet to have an ending.

My eyes continued to shift all over the place. The buildings that made me feel so small, looked so empty, so we have something in common. Searing heat seemed to just pour all over my body like molten lava, I don’t think I can take this much longer without dying of complete starvation, or boredom.

“Fuck!!!,” I yelled, my voice soaring over everything else. My rage was beginning to grow, everything was beginning to aggravate me, even the sound of my own thoughts.

“There’s one, get him!” someone yelled, I wasn’t in the mood to kill anyone, so I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear a thing. “Hey you, with the shotgun, fucking stop!” a woman roared, her voice was as proud as lion, but I can tell, she is as weak as a cub. I swiftly turned around, purposely kicking up some dust as I made a 180 degree turn. The wind that had been pushing heat upon me was now throwing the dust into the eyes of the woman who had been yelling for me. There were two others although, a man, and another woman, all carrying weapons, but not as powerful as mine. The man gave off a pitiful look, as if he were already dying. He looked rather dehydrated. The way he held the 44 magnum was poorly, and he looked like a novice gunner. The woman I kicked dust onto held a pistol, yet it wasn’t pointed at me, it stayed at her left waist, with her trigger finger not ready, she was also a novice.

A smile crept on my rugged looking face, but shifting my eyes to the other female in the almost naked gear gave me an astonished look. She had booty shorts on, they’re leather. Her leather boots reach up to her knee caps and cover them, still leather. The only thing she had on her chest was a woolen cloth, that covered her breasts and only about an inch more, it’s very provocative. Her short golden hair was enough to get my attention, it’s even gleaming in such a dark place? Intriguing. Her eyes are the same as mine, red, and lethal. The other female had black hair, blue eyes, but was fully cloaked, not at all eye catching, but that was probably her goal, she did not want to attract much attention possibly. The other male is too fragile and bony to even call himself human. He gives off the look of a zombie, and his skin pigment is going black.

My instincts prevailed my wanted first reaction though. Within the inside of the right side of my leather jacket, my left hand reached. My right finger stayed on the trigger as my thumb leveled out the gun. A grenade is pulled out and immediately unclipped. I hold down the gauge so it doesn’t go off anytime soon, I’m not trying to draw attention after all, or am I?

“Pft….he won’t do it, I can tell he’s a pussy just by the look of him…,” murmured the blonde haired woman. It’s hard to tell if she is playing or being for real, but taking chances was something I did not do. With a swift jerk of my shoulder, the grenade shifted from my hands to the atmosphere above the three standing before me, I won’t think twice about killing them if they shoot.

“Shit!” screamed the hooded woman, she ducked for cover. The zombie looking man could not even defend himself, he is too weak. The woman in leather rolled into a crevice between two buildings, and by the sound of her next movement, she is completely ready to gun fight. I smiled and did the same thing, we are on opposite ends now, the fight shall begin.

^^ chapter one just added.