The Endless Decent into Hell

Summary- Six months after the final battle of the war, Ginny Weasley, living in Pennesylvania, is kidnapped while running. When she wakes up, she is in a cell, tied together. Oh, it gets better. Apparently Ginny is one of the chosen. Every twelve years seventeen young women are chosen to fight in a battle to end all battles. A battle of the Slayers. What does the winner get? wait and see.

Technically this is the sequel to No Good Deed Goes Unpunished. If you liked NGDGU as a one shot, you don't have to read this. You also don't have to read NGDGU to understand the basic plot in here. It might help though, especially for later chapters.

Chapter One

Taken by Surprise

Six months following the events of No Good Deed Goes Unpunished, or the end of the war.

Thud...Thud...Thud...

Her feet beat a steady rythem against the hard November ground. Her breathing was slightly laboured, but only slightly. The cold Pennsylvania air stung her face and arms. The slight breeze and her own forward motion ruffled her now short crimson hair.

Ginny Weasley, age seventeen and a half, jogged dark woods behind her apartment building.

Thud...Thud...Thud...

She had come to America three months ago on the rebound of a spectacular row with her no longer so current boyfriend Harry Potter. She secretly marveled that it had taken her this long to fight with him.

Life had been tense after the war. Ginny's thoughts had constantly been of Draco and his sacrifice. Even now, almost six months later, she still thought often of him. She knew it was a part of healing, but it felt like a new wound was opened.

Thud... Thud...Thud...

Ginny felt different, ever since she had arrived in America. She felt restless.Likeshewasforgettingsomething.Liketherewassomethingshewassupposedtobedoing.

ThefeelinghadbeenpresentinEngland,mutedbutgrowing.ShehadcometotheUStotryandgetridofit,butinsteaditbecamemoreprevalent.

Soshebeganselfdefenseclassesandrunning. It helped. It didn't get rid of it completely, because even now, she felt there was something she needed to be doing. But what?

Thud...Thud...Thud...

Ginny had been running for three monthsnow. Her legs and abs were toned and sexy. She had never been fat, but now she looked ready to kick some serious ass.

Thud...Thud...Thud...

Ginny looked at her watch quickly. She had been running for twenty minutes. She didn't even feel tired. The fabric of her shorts rubbed against itself, making a slight swish with every step she took. Two weeks ago they wouldn't have fit her. Now they were the only thing in her drawers that did fit, aside from the underwear and sports bras she had bought three days ago. It was crazy. She was losing weight like crazy. True she had never been fat, but in the past three monthsshe had somehow dropped four jean sizes.

But she wasn't emanciated. Ginny had expected that, with the rate she was losing weight. But no. Her body instead was toned and atheletic.

It didn't make sense. She was working out, but not enough for the results that she was seeing. Then again she was running an hour every day before work. She was averaging ten miles in that hour, which put her at six minute miles. For someone who had started running a mere three months ago she was doing remarkably well.

Thud... Thud... Thud-

Ginny stopped in mid stride as a man stepped between her and the rest of the path. She stopped running as another two men appeared behind her. Her hand strayed to the wand she held strapped to her shorts.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" She asked, as two more men appeared, one on either side of her.

"Are you Miss Ginevra Weasley, formerly of The Burrow, England?" (I can't remember what town they lived in.)

Ginny flickered her gaze around the the group. "Aye. What can I do for you?"

"Come with us."

"Where?"

The question seemed to throw them off. "To the Challenge."

"Huh?"

"That is all I am permitted to say."

Ginny sighed. "Then sorry toots, I ain't going anywhere unless you're straight with me."

"That is not convient."

"Life rarely is."

In rhetrospect, Ginny should have anticipated what came next. The nearest man pulled a gun and aimed it at her. Giny dodged, but not before the dart struck her neck. Ginny yanked it out and rounded on him. She sent a punch at his head. It connected, but with less force than she had hoped. The world tilted crazily and blackness rolled in.