Young Writers Society

That's what the demon says to you right before you sell your soul to him and he reads it to be evil. That's what the people say to you that you steal, kill, or do a felony against. That's what your own mother says to you as you are kicked out of your own home.

Now you are stuck a a strange asylum, put there by that said demon with no memories about why you have been put there or why the demon took your soul. Your cell is the only safe place, and once you leave, you can never go back.

The hallways are filled with your biggest nightmares and the howls of tortured "guests" in the torture room below you. The spirits that haunt the boiler room and the kitchen aren't exactly the most nice and charitable. There are demons that patrol the hallways to find prisoners that have escaped to take them to the torture room and laugh at their wails. And in the throne room lies Satan himself, the overlord. Your quest is to get your soul back, which will lead you out of here and figure out why you were in in the first place. Be careful though: there may be such things as strength in numbers, but they can sense several bodies converged together... and you might not want to go back after you do find out exactly why you're there...

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ALLLLRIGHTY THEN!

Kara

KARA woke up, dazed, inside of the cell. Where the hell am I? she wondered. Then she remembered. She gave her soul away to a nice ink demon because he asked her for it. Why'd she do it, again? She didn't remember, but didn't care. She just knew that she had gotten there and she wanted to get out.

Inspecting the room, all she found was a lumpy mattress and a very small, cold bowl of soup that she drank happily. Standing up, KARA felt a bit whoozy. She collapsed on her bed, nearly asleep. They drugged it, was her last thought before she passed out.



KARA woke up again, and this time in the same room with no soup. Why did they drug her? She wondered. She held her hand to her head and felt a little bump. Feeling it for a moment, she shook it off, thinking that she must have hit her head. Continuing to inspect the room, she head a scratching noise.

Scritch scratch. Scritch scratch.

Adrid rose from silent and restless dreams, summoned by the clang of metal and the hiss of fire, sounds that seemed to come from under the floor and above her head.

She had woken in a cell, small and badly lit, with something that could be called a mattress, and a bowl in the corner.

Adrid frowned tightly, squinting at the floor. She was not supposed to be here.
She thought hard, trying to think about how she ended up in this cell, until she realised that she didn't remember where she was supposed to be instead.

Adrid kept her breathing calm and steady, and tried to determine what was real.
She was wearing a headscarf, and there was sand on her boots. So she was probably from a desert land. She was wearing a soldier's chestplate, which had a great ugly dent in the front. She ran a finger across it, and felt the line where the dent became a cavity.

Her skin prickling with goosebumps, she unbuckled the sides of the chestplate and took off the back piece, and then the front.
She dropped it in horror, letting it clatter on the floor, when she saw that her shirt was torn, and there was a bloodstain all over the chest.
Over her heart, the unbroken skin was covered with dried and flaking blood from a wound that wasn't there.

For what felt like an age she sat frozen, feeling the hard and heavy beating of her intact heart. She felt fear expand sharply in her tight ribcage, threatening to crack it open.

When the shock wore off, she felt confused, and cross.

She was stuck in a prison god knows where for god knows what, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was needed for something very important somewhere far away.
Being unable to remember anything about it only irritated her further.

She decided then that whoever she met first would have some explaining to do.

She heard a clatter. What the hell?

She opened the unlocked door of her cell - why is it unlocked? - and made her way towards the cell on the other side where the clattering came from.

A short red-headed child was standing outside the cell door.

'You don't look like a guard. How did you get out there, little one?' said Adrid.

"Little? I'm not little!"

Adrid shrugged. 'If you say so.'

"I am five foot four for your information!" Kara huffed. "And who the hell are you? Daenarys from Game of Thrones?"

''Adrid Lith.'' She got up and stuck her hand out through the bars for a handshake, squinting curiously. 'Is this 'Game of Thrones' the mythology of your people?''

Sawyer woke up to the sound of some idiots blabbing their mouths while he was trying to sleep. He rolled over, his head pounding like he'd been hit over the head with a brick. Jesus... he flipped over, clenching his eyes shut, This has gotta be the worst hangover I've ever had. He groaned. The voices still hadn't stopped.
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, would you guys shut up! I have a killer hangover-" He stopped mid-sentence, still clutching his pounding temple. This was the point when he realized he'd been clean for a month. He lurched out of the bed, and, gracefully, flopped onto the floor like a swan having a seizure. He had some very select words for the floor. This was when he noticed he was not, in fact, in his bedroom, but trapped in a very small, gray cell. Automatically assuming he was in prison, he had a few more interesting statements not worth repeating.
"What the hell's goin' on here?" he yelled, still flopping around on the floor like a dead fish, "I've been clean for a month! I didn't do it, you lousy bunch'a'-Hey! Answer me you douchebags!" Actually, he didn't know what he did do, as he found he couldn't remember anything. He just remembered a very dark figure, and shaking someone's hand. A pit of unease began to take root in his stomach. What did I agree to?
"Hey! Anyone! Anyone else there?"

"No? It's a book," Kara says. "I don't know what you're talking about. Everyone knows Game of Thrones."

Kara hears some shouts. "HELLO?! WHO ARE YOU?"

Shouts came through the left cell wall. She couldn't see the person they belonged to, but he seemed to be right next to her.

'Over here. You don't need to yell.' Adrid said with tired calm, rubbing her forehead.

Kara wants to argue but doesn’t.

She then turned over to the girl, squinting suspiciously.

'And you, how did you get out there? Why haven't I seen a single guard in this place? Something is very wrong here.'

“I have no idea. I don’t remember anything. But yes, I agree. There is something very wrong. For example, what type of prison is made of obsidian?”

'A prison made by an eccentric who doesn't know how brittle obsidian is. But that doesn't explain how you broke out.'