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> 26/04/2016 23:02:26 Wrote: [ -> ]Now, Zenys' Hell Girl Part II is in the previous chapter, so you can go there and read it. Or...he could start a thread for it? *hint hint*

Actually, I will do exactly that. I've been wanting to try this for a while heheheh, finally I've got the invitation.

Hell Girl-1 chapter 2:

Air flowed deep into April's lungs, the warm embrace of the pitch black pavement licked her hands.

She scanned her surroundings. Small flowery front gardens and their accompanying suburban homes was all she could see as far as the eye could follow the road in both directions.

Was it all just a dream? Where was all the cops?

She stood up.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

Silence.

She walked over to the nearest door. 

Knock-Knock Knock.

"Anyone home?"

Her palms became moist.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement in the window.

She walked over to the window and knocked. "Hello?"

The curtain was moved aside, and she was met face to face with a sack. Painted in blood, an overly happy smiley.

She staggered backwards.

'What the heck?'

Rattle-Rattle-Rattle

The hair on her neck stood up. Her legs moved on their own, and she was darting down the street with all her power.

rattle-rattle-rattle.

The sound became fainter. She looked over her shoulder. Nothing.

She darted through a front yard, gripping the door handle.

Click. Open.

She closed the door, grabbing the heavy pistol from the case on her waist.

The smell of a freshly lit match filled the room, the wooden floor clung to April's feet, like treading through mud. Her knuckles turned white from gripping the pistol.

She walked up the stairs and the floor stuck like walking on tape. For every step, the sticky sound would get a little louder, and it would get a little harder to move.

'What is this stuff?' She carefully eyed the plain wooden floor, while making her way towards a window.

Slllp. Sllllllp. SLLLP.

Her foot wouldn't budge.

She pointed her gun at the floor. 'Then I'll bring a sole of wood.' 

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Bang.

instead of splintering wood, the hole in the house spewed forth red blood and the smokey smell of a campfire.

Her feet were released.

HISSSSS

She sprinted with all the speed she could muster towards the window and leapt.

The wind whistled by as she zoomed towards a bush.

Snap.

"Arrgghh!" 

The middle of April's left shin was bent, as if she had an extra knee. A shockwave of pain swept through her, overshadowing even the cuts from the bush.

Rattle-Rattle-Rattle.

"No. No."

She pulled her gun up, looking for the beast.

"Damnit, I'll blow a hole in you!"

She looked to the house. On the doorstep, a naked body four times the size of herself stood, with the same sack from the window sewn shut over its head.

Bang Bang Bang.

Rattle-Rattle-Rattle.

Bang-Bang-Bang-Bang.

Rattle-Rattle.

Bang Bang-Click. Click.

Rattle-Rattle.

Click-Click-Click. "P-Please. What do you want?"

Rattle-Rattle.

A handful of claws the size of upper arms gripped her body and lifted her from the ground.

Rattle.

The chains dug into her broken leg. The sheer pain made April's eyes tear up.

"Pain."

The chain was swung down like a pendulum, letting April's fractured bone grind against itself.

The unbearably bursting waves of pain made tears stream down April's face.

"W-why?"

The abomination started walking with April helplessly warped in the twisted fangs.

"This. is. hell."