Scratch

Warning: Contains violence and blood.
The swearing has been edited out.

I woke up stuck inside a stone room without memory of the past month.
My first thought:Am I Dead?
Maybe.
Well, for the past few months, I've had my share of illegal activities, such as vandalism, hacking, harmless little stuff.
Then again there was that shooting...
Wait. What shooting?
Bits and pieces of memory came back...
Argueing...fighting...shooting...the blood...
But then a cold, harsh, unforgiving voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Hello Alex..."
"What the devil?", I said.
It spoke again, "I would not speak of the Devil here"
This time I said something sensible.
"Who are you? Where am I? What am I doing here?"
He simply answered, "Ahh... wise questions. Indeed. Yes. Well, I have a question for you. Would it kill you to confess?"
""Confess what?!"
"Your sins", he chuckled.
"What?"
"Your sins. There's quite a few of them"
"Go to ****!", I said.
"I already did", he said.
"Huh?"
"When will you understand? You got shot down yesterday. You're in ****, home of the devil."

Chapter 2:
After my encounter with that strange voice, I guess a little background information would be nice.
After we talked, I concentrated on my past.
And it came back.
My name is Alex. Alex Bradley.
I was born in Ohio, in a huge city.
I had a group of so-called "friends", and we were always stealing, vandalising, etc.
I remember we had an arguement. We were thinking about more serious crimes. I thought their idea was ridiculous, and tried to quit the group. They thought I would betray them and tell the cops about them, so they ganged up on me.  We shot each other until all that was left was my dead body and some blood.
As far as I'm concerned, that's what happened.
Oh, s***.
That's why I'm here.
The voice came back.
"We have decided your fate."
"What?! It's not like you can kill me!"
I swear I heard it laugh.
"That's a great idea! We'll make you relive your death over and over again!

Chapter 3
After a while (time and date was hard to tell) some guards came and made me follow them down a hall.
Even in the dim light, I could see what they looked like.
They had skeleton arms, face, and legs, but I couldn't see much, mostly because they had a black robe on.
They took me to a dark room with a huge fire in the center.
"Jump in", they said in a low, rasping voice.
"Where?", I said.
This time they growled, "The fire, simpleton!".
"What the heck-"
"Just do it!"
"Okay, okay, no need to-"
That's as far as I got before they pushed me in.
It's flames are far worse of a pain than you can imagine.
I knew I had go get out, but I was surrounded by chanting guards.
I did the only thing possible.
Scream. 
After what seemed like forever, I was transported to the scene of me dieing.
Ttime travelling fire?  No way
Then I thought: Oh my God, those guys gonna shoot me down again.

Chapter 4
I thought this was a dream.
I kept hoping to wake up.
But I didn't.
There was a few problems:
1.I couldn't control myself in the past, It's like the voice is controlling me.
2.They had guns.
3.They were freaking trying to kill me!

So it went something like this:
I said, "Guys, this is too far, even for us".
"What are you trying to say, ***hole?" said Mike, the leader.
"I'm saying...I'm done with you guys", I said.
There was a minute of silence while they comfirmed what I said.
"We can't have that, can we?", he said.
"Why?". I was suddenly nervous.
"Well, you're going to tell the cops on us, ain't you?". His hand was on his pistol, along with the others.
"What?! No I wouldn't!"
"LIAR!"
They shot.
I could feel the bullets hitting me, and felt the blood on my shirt.
The fact that I had to relive this moment was...creepy.
My ghost rose from my corpse and went back to my stone room.
***
It went like this every day.
A plan formed in my devious little brain.

Anybody know a good name for this series?
Made MAJOR EDITS TO CHAPTER 1+2
THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST DRAFT

Last edited by -iNetMaster- (2011-01-18 21:30:03)