Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 11:46:40 GMT -5
What kind of fresh hell was this? The smell of sulfur and burning hair filled her nostrils. It was disgusting. Something cold and solid lay heavily around her neck, and a jerk pulled her up with a sharp pain. The jingle of chains felt like an echo in her ears, cries and screams filled the air. Until a sickeningly sweet voice cut through all the sounds, leaving an eerie quiet. “How far you've fallen.” it taunted, that thing that had begun to speak at the back of her mind. Turning to look she saw herself, a dark smirk curled across her own lips. Much more red though, and her form seemed not entirely there. Ethereal. Dark. Like she was made of smoke and shadows. It was the electric blue eyes, and blood red lips that caught all the attention. So bright, and vibrant against everything else. They seemed to glow in the darkness, as did the white teeth behind that grin. Her teeth seemed sharper, whiter, and like the Cheshire cat that was all she was. Solidly. A pair of eyes, and a cunning smile. Her own dark curly hair seemed pitch black on the woman, eyes seemed to be sunken into her skull a bit more. Her skin was pale, and ashen, thin and seemingly stretched across a thin frame. Much thinner than how Rhiannon really was. Her bony fingers curled around the chains that held her.
“No words for me Rhia? How did I get here? How did you get here? Perhaps even a where here is? Or has that minuscule brain caught on?” It taunted, because that's all Rhiannon could think to call the creature. Perhaps a small reminiscence of herself, but so strikingly different. “Fields of Punishment.” she replied, her throat felt dry. Her voice cracked. She couldn't see it for what it really was, a dream. It was so real to her, the feelings, the touch, this mocking creature. She knew she was going to the fields anyway, some how part of her knew how she died. Though she also didn't know. It was the strangest feeling, she knew where she was, and how she got her. Who had finally cut her down, like it was a real memory. At the moment everything made sense, everything had it's place. Though when she woke, there would easily be things she could not grasp. For now, she was going to spend her time here in torment.
That wicked smile grew into a sinister grin as Rhiannon felt something sharp and painful in her side. She coughed and blood slipped to the already red floor. It was sticky with her own blood, thick so she wasn't even sure what the original ground below her was. She had a feeling it was once dirt and earth. She didn't cry, didn't scream. She had resigned herself to this fate long ago. The sound of metal against bone, scraping, and the feeling that reverberated through her body left her with shivers. This time she eeked out a bot of noise. It should have killed her. A sharp glint of steal and she could see the blade dig deep into her chest. There was a gurgling sound from her chest, and when the sword was removed a strange sound emanated from there. Almost as a soft whistle as air passes through her body, the sucking noise letting her know her lung was punctured. It was painful, more blood spilled on the ground as the hold on her chain was released and she fell forward. A gentle splash of liquid life around her. Gasping for air, the pain of breathing and her heart beating rapidly despite already being dead. She felt the fear and pain of death approach again.