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Makoto's Mansion
Chapter 3 1/2 - Hell's Burden
All of my friends...just up and vanished with the power turning off. I felt more lonely than ever before. "SHOKO!" "DAICHI!" "SAONJI!" "ASH!"
I knew it was hopeless trying to scream at the top of my lungs to call my friends, but I needed to try something. I started to walk up the marble staircase staring me in the face, and with every step I took, I got more and more worried, about my safety, and the others safety. Hopefully they didn't run into trouble when we were separated from one another.
I had reached the top of the staircase, and was met by three doors. The logical thinking person would assume that two of the doors were booby trapped, so what I did was stand behind each door when I opened it, and I was smart to do so. Door one shot out acid tipped arrows, which melted on impact of the wall. Door two had a corpse that looked like it had been torn apart, with some internal organs missing, and door three had a table with a box that had an ace on the box cover. It had a note with the words "Open me" on it. The box had contained a standard pistol and just enough ammo. When I flipped the note over, it read " you're gonna need this later. Even if it runs out of ammo, keep it." Well, at least I had me a weapon.
I guess now would have been a good time to start looking for my friends, since it was a futile effort trying to find a way out. And even if I did, I couldn't just abandon my friends.
I walked down the hallway next to the three doors, having seen the blood and guts on the walls, I think I may have been enough to give adults nightmares for days and days on end. One of the doors in the hallway was crack open JUST a little, so I opened it as slowly as I could, while having my gun ready, because you can never really be too careful. Thankfully, nothing was waiting for me in the room, what caught my attention was a door attached to the floorboard, the handle covered in blood. I figured one of my friends at least must've come down here by now, so I went inside. But what I saw just might've scared me for life...
.........this was a torture room.........I had saw all the.........bloody corpses toppled onto one another. This room must've belong to some type of torture fetishists or something. Someone had been strapped to a table with several knives all over their body. The body was still warm, so the murder had to have taken place recently, but fortunatly, the corpse wasn't any of my friends. But it wasn't a corpse just yet. Miraculously, the person was still alive, hanging on to the single thread of life they had. "H-Help me..." they said. Step, step, step, step, step...creeeeaaaaaakkkkk....Step, step, step... "Oh crap!" I thought. Don't get me wrong, of course I wanted to help this person, but I didn't want to end up like them, so I hid. Down the stairs came a little girl, holding an axe in her left hand, while licking the blood off her right.
"Well then, shall we finish our...operation?" She sounded so joyful when she said that. Just what is that broads problem? "N-N-Nooooooooo!!!" The victim yelled. "No? Did you say "no" when you killed all those innocent people one year ago? Your execution is LONG overdue!" Wait, is she talking about..."N-No! PLEASE!" The victim pleaded. It looked like they were gonna die just by yelling their lungs off. "Begging works for a lot of people..............I'm not one of 'em." And with that, she raised the axe........and finished it.....
End
So, I feel like I really been getting off track with the story, judging by the comments on the last chapters. So, I'll allow you guys to tell me what you would like to see, so I can work it in.
I don't own any images or links you may have seen while reading. Any images, links or likewise belong to their rightful owners.
Makoto's Mansion
Chapter 3 1/2 - Hell's Burden
All of my friends...just up and vanished with the power turning off. I felt more lonely than ever before. "SHOKO!" "DAICHI!" "SAONJI!" "ASH!"
I knew it was hopeless trying to scream at the top of my lungs to call my friends, but I needed to try something. I started to walk up the marble staircase staring me in the face, and with every step I took, I got more and more worried, about my safety, and the others safety. Hopefully they didn't run into trouble when we were separated from one another.
I had reached the top of the staircase, and was met by three doors. The logical thinking person would assume that two of the doors were booby trapped, so what I did was stand behind each door when I opened it, and I was smart to do so. Door one shot out acid tipped arrows, which melted on impact of the wall. Door two had a corpse that looked like it had been torn apart, with some internal organs missing, and door three had a table with a box that had an ace on the box cover. It had a note with the words "Open me" on it. The box had contained a standard pistol and just enough ammo. When I flipped the note over, it read " you're gonna need this later. Even if it runs out of ammo, keep it." Well, at least I had me a weapon.
I guess now would have been a good time to start looking for my friends, since it was a futile effort trying to find a way out. And even if I did, I couldn't just abandon my friends.
I walked down the hallway next to the three doors, having seen the blood and guts on the walls, I think I may have been enough to give adults nightmares for days and days on end. One of the doors in the hallway was crack open JUST a little, so I opened it as slowly as I could, while having my gun ready, because you can never really be too careful. Thankfully, nothing was waiting for me in the room, what caught my attention was a door attached to the floorboard, the handle covered in blood. I figured one of my friends at least must've come down here by now, so I went inside. But what I saw just might've scared me for life...
.........this was a torture room.........I had saw all the.........bloody corpses toppled onto one another. This room must've belong to some type of torture fetishists or something. Someone had been strapped to a table with several knives all over their body. The body was still warm, so the murder had to have taken place recently, but fortunatly, the corpse wasn't any of my friends. But it wasn't a corpse just yet. Miraculously, the person was still alive, hanging on to the single thread of life they had. "H-Help me..." they said. Step, step, step, step, step...creeeeaaaaaakkkkk....Step, step, step... "Oh crap!" I thought. Don't get me wrong, of course I wanted to help this person, but I didn't want to end up like them, so I hid. Down the stairs came a little girl, holding an axe in her left hand, while licking the blood off her right.
"Well then, shall we finish our...operation?" She sounded so joyful when she said that. Just what is that broads problem? "N-N-Nooooooooo!!!" The victim yelled. "No? Did you say "no" when you killed all those innocent people one year ago? Your execution is LONG overdue!" Wait, is she talking about..."N-No! PLEASE!" The victim pleaded. It looked like they were gonna die just by yelling their lungs off. "Begging works for a lot of people..............I'm not one of 'em." And with that, she raised the axe........and finished it.....
End
So, I feel like I really been getting off track with the story, judging by the comments on the last chapters. So, I'll allow you guys to tell me what you would like to see, so I can work it in.
I don't own any images or links you may have seen while reading. Any images, links or likewise belong to their rightful owners.
