I do not own "Splatterhouse" or any of the characters associated with the game. "Splatterhouse" belongs to its rightful owners, Namco, and I claim no copyright. Citlali belongs to me, as well as other characters of my creation.

This fiction will contain explicit violence, gore, and very strong sexual themes. This will be rated, "M" for Mature. Reader's discretion is advised.

It had been the best day of her life. Sure, there were others, but how many could say that they had been the absolute best? This one, out of all her twenty-two years of living, had been the best.

At least until the sun went down. And that meant that the best day of her life was over. Instead of it trailing into the "Best night of her life" it quickly transpired into the, "Most horrific night for the rest of her life".

Citlali had been treated very nicely that day by her Mother, Father, and younger brother. She had awoken early that morning, determined to use her savings to buy her family food for the day (not that they were poor; she just wanted to do something nice for a change) and had been greeted by the smiling faces of her family, who had prepared her favorite breakfast; maize with pigweed.

She only figured that they were in a good mood, but she was more than surprised when her Father had told her to do whatever she had wanted for the day instead of working. He wouldn't be setting up shop in the main village (her mother sold weavings that were very popular) for the day, so she decided to spend time with her family for the day. Her little brother had insisted upon playing with him, so she happily obliged him.

However, she did notice something odd with her family during dinner (turkey, shrimp, and maize all combined, another favorite dish of hers); they seemed sad, looking over at her with sad, shining eyes. Three times, her Mother had to leave dinner, and she didn't come back until a little while later, her eyes faintly red and her nose running. She had asked her Mother what was wrong, and her Mother would only shake her head, smiling and saying that it was nothing.

Upon tucking her little brother in for the night, she heard the loud knocking on the wooden door of their stone house. Citlali wondered just who would be coming this late in the day, and then she heard her Mother burst into tears. Filled with alarm and worry, she rushed from the shared sleeping quarters and watched as her Mother collapsed to the floor, weeping loudly.

There were two men standing in the doorway, dressed in their best furs and feathers, their gold jewelry glittering in the firelight of her house. They looked at Citlali with hard eyes, and then turned over to her Mother and Father.

"Is this your eldest?" One of them asked her Father, who was trying his best to comfort her sobbing Mother. He sadly nodded his head, tears falling down his weathered face. Without another word, the two men walked over to Citlali, each one taking her by her elbows.

"You need to come with us. Yaotl is growing impatient, and we need to hurry." The other said, beginning to escort her out of the house. Her Mother wailed and grabbed at her ankle, begging and pleading with the two official men.

"Please! Don't take our daughter away! Don't take our star away from us! I'm begging you, can't you find another?" She wailed loudly as tears and snot streaked her face. Panic and confusion was beginning to seize Citlali, and she tried to bend down to ask her Mother what was going on.

"You know it must be done! I don't like doing this, but you know what will happen if Yaotl doesn't get his way! Do you really want that upon your shoulders?" One of them asked the hysterical woman. When she refused to let go of Citlali's ankle, she was forcibly removed, her Mother screaming and grasping at the spot where Citlali had been standing just seconds ago.

Now she knew why her family had been so nice to her. Now she knew why they had been so sad at dinner.

She was going to be sacrificed to a God. And she would not live through it.

Filled with a new kind of terror, she screamed, kicked, thrashed; anything to get the men off of her. Anything so that she could rush back to her family, to let them know that she would be okay.

To let them know that she loved them, and to ask them why she was going to die.

The journey seemed to take forever, although in reality, it took only a matter of fifteen minutes to drag her up the massive staircase of the temple, and her chances of escaping her fate were growing slimmer and slimmer with each passing second. The moon was full and bright in the sky, and Citlali had to wonder if she would ever see it again.

Before she knew it, she could no longer see the moon or the night sky as she was dragged into the temple, the torches casting an ominous glow upon the officials dragging her to her doom. How would she be sacrificed? Would her still-beating heart be ripped out and offered up to the God she was being sacrificed to? Would it be quick, or agonizingly slow and painful?

"Yaotl, we offer you this child, born first within her family. We hope that you will take her and leave our village in peace." The men said, throwing her into a darkened room that was only lit by a few torches. Citlali landed on the hard stone floor, looking back as her only means of escape was sealed off with a large, stone slab.

"No! Wait!" she cried out, flinging herself towards the exit. With a resounding "thud", the exit was sealed off, casting her into semi-lit darkness. With screams of unknown fear, she pounded her fists onto the stone slab, knowing full well that the men couldn't hear her.

A sound from within the room made her freeze. Something was in there with her…Perhaps another person who was sacrificed, but had lived?

With wheezing breaths, Citlali turned around, her emerald green eyes looking around the poorly lit room, trying to see just who was in the room with her.

"H-hello? Is anybody there?" She called out softly, her voice echoing faintly. Nothing was said, and any feelings of hope were quickly fading with the young woman. Gingerly, she stepped backwards towards the left side of the room, keeping her eyes out into the open space for any signs of movement.

Her bare foot crunched on something hard, causing a loud cracking sound. Wondering what it was, she looked down at what she had stepped on…

…and screamed in horror as she realized that she had just stepped on a human skull, her foot punching through the bone and disintegrating it into shards. With revulsion, she shook the bone fragments off of her foot, only to discover that she was standing in a massive field of human remains.

There were corpses that were shriveled and curled up into fetal positions, looking as if the blood had been literally drained from them. Their mouths were opened into an O shape, almost as if they had died screaming in agony. Some of the bodies were disemboweled, holes slashed into their abdomens where the organs had spilled out. The stench of rot and blood hung heavy in the air, and it made Citlali's stomach churn in revulsion.

Falling onto her backside, Citlali crawled away from the human remains, scooting away on her rear.

And that's when she bumped into something warm. Something wet and sticky. Something that smelled like the room, but more pungent.

And it was alive.

"Well well well…What have they decided to give me this time? Cock? Pussy? Aw, who the fuck cares, so long as it's alive and filled with blood." A low, guttural voice said from up above her. With her eyes filling with tears, Citluli looked up...

And then wished she hadn't. It would have made her fate much less agonizing.