The Cell of Hell
by Jordan Mar (Jordan-the-Jak-Fan)
Rated: Mature (My first, so go easy on me) Young children should not read.
OC: Jordan (Me), Sanga Gretchins (Some made up character), and Tattle and Tale (A couple of cute children that I made up after playing Majora's Mask).
Game: Jak II, in the two years that Jak was in prison. Eventually goes into game.
Genre: Horror, Suspense, sort of Angsty.
Summary: What do you do when there's no one around you who cares? Who you even know? What do you do when there's no one even around you? And how do you know when there's actually one person willing to help after so many years of mistrust? How far will you let them go?
Creepy summary, I know, but that's basically the outline of it all. I was locked up in that prison with Jak, filled with nothing but lies and hatred, that is, until he came along... I know, I know. I usually write happy and cute stories, but this is my first rated M, so give me a break! Seriously, it's into rape and serious cussing, this is a really BAD story. Creepy, too.
Chapter One: The Comfort of Death
Screaming...
I can hear it again...
Crying...
That distant voice...
Bleeding...
Telling me that mistrust is my only survival...
Hating...
The tingling sensation is almost unbearable...
Torturing...
I don't know if anyone else can hear them...
Killing...
But to me, they're as real as life itself. Often, they'll repeat the same sentence over and over again...
Mistrust...
But sometimes, I hear new phrases...
He'll find you...
Actually comforting me...
Give him time...
As if there was actually hope somewhere in this world...
Just pray...
Pray for what? A saviour?
They're coming...
Their footsteps. Their awful footsteps. I can hear them, too. Warning me of the horrible torture yet to come...
Raping, beating, hating...
The voices remind me of my previous visits. I'm only thirteen. Why such torture?
You can hear their pain...
I'm not the only victim, but others suffer around me. Every day we're dragged out of our cells. Rape. Such a cruel thing. The filthiness that fills the air. The lack of breath. The vile sight of merely watching another young woman being flung out of her cell, only to be greeted by the frightening sight of a much older guard laughing at her pitious cries. There were many times that I was that girl. Cowering beneath their feet. The dirtiness and disgusting feeling...
Don't worry...
"Get up, wench!" Wench. That's what they think of me. A wench. I've been held here for ten years, but to them, I've failed to grow up.
You're so weak...
"I said get up!" A sharp kick into the rib cage was my punishment. My fragile legs were barely enough to support my body, so I held up by the guards who failed to handle me gently. Their rough, firm hands grasped my fore arms tightly as if they were afraid I would escape...
You have not the energy...
Where did my childhood innocence go? What happened to my laughter? I can't remember how to laugh...
Laughing will make you feel better...
I can't remember. If I ever laughed again, it would be a maniac's laugh. Not the innocent giggle, but the lunatic cackle...
It doesn't matter anymore...
Nothing matters anymore. Education. Friends. Trust most of all...
Only death can save you...
Of all the escapes I have witnessed, death always seems to be the only way out...
You can escape, too...
Suicide is the toughest form of escape, though. Many of times I would fail to pull that trigger. Many of times I would fail to push that button. Many of times I would fail to bring that hammer down. It's all a matter of will power...
You're weak in many ways...
In summary, I guess I'm afraid to die...
Don't be...
What if someone wishes to rescue me?
No one will. Except him...
Who is he? Is he tall? Is he strong? Is he weak like me? Will I know him?
He will come. Right now, death is your only escape...
Yes. Death. Such a sweet word to my ears in this prison. A sweet word to anyone in this prison. But the piquant taste is far from the tip of the tongue for most of us...
So close you can almost taste it...
My mouth waters for both revenge and death. Only those two can comfort me...
And the one who you must search for...
But who is he? How much longer must I endure this torture? How much longer until he saves me?
If you survive, he will come...
Survive? How can one survive in this place? When we're against "Hell's Spawn," my name for the dreaded Baron Praxis, there is no hope! I can't possibly face him...
You won't, but he will...
"He" can save me. "He" will save us all. I wonder...
You're here...
Not again. Not again! Never will I have to lay down upon that hateful chair when he arrives. "Get on," they say in their deadly tone. "Get in, or die."
That's it. That's the key!
I'll refuse one day. Then they'll see. I'm smarter than them. I want them to shoot. I want that bullet through the head. I need it. I deserve it...
Refuse. Refuse and all will be well. You can wait, or you can get what you want right here and now...
I...I can't. I won't. It's too hard. I'm too young. I don't want to die...
Then wait...
I will. He'll come, they'll see. "Get on!" So I obey. Again I hear that sickening crackle of Dark Eco surging through my veins. All at once, the voice explodes...
SCREAMING, CRYING, BLEEDING, HATING, TORTURING, KILLING, MISTRUST, HE'LL FIND YOU, GIVE HIM TIME, JUST PRAY, THEY'RE COMING, RAPING, BEATING, HATING, YOU CAN HEAR THEIR PAIN, DON'T WORRY, YOU'RE SO WEAK, YOU HAVE NOT THE ENERGY, LAUGHING WILL MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER, IT DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE, ONLY DEATH CAN SAVE YOU, YOU CAN ESCAPE, TOO, YOU'RE WEAK IN MANY WAYS, DON'T BE, NO ONE WILL, EXCEPT HIM, HE WILL COME, RIGHT NOW, DEATH IS YOUR ONLY ESCAPE, SO CLOSE YOU CAN ALMOST TASTE IT, AND THE ONE YOU MUST SEARCH FOR, YOU WON'T, BUT HE WILL, YOU'RE HERE, THAT'S IT, THAT'S THE KEY, REFUSE, REFUSE AND ALL WILL BE WELL, YOU CAN WAIT, OR YOU CAN GET WHAT YOU WANT RIGHT HERE AND NOW, THEN WAIT...
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" I scream. "HOW DO YOU WANT ME TO DO IT?" The voice disappears and I'm left alone. "What do you want me to do? WHAT AM I WAITING FOR?" It doesn't answer. No one answers. I'm alone again. Solitude. The Dark Eco takes so much out of me. I can hardly stand it. The voice, everyone, is gone. They leave me on that cold chair to stare at the ceiling and the others around me. I'll wait, I will hang on for him. Even if it takes an eternity...
I'm back...
Please, just go away...
I can't...
Who are you?
Your worst nightmare, and your strongest power...
Then help me!
Help yourself...
You told me that I was weak and helpless!
I also told you that you could win, did I not? Did I not tell you that it was your choice? I'm only here to remind you...
Of what?
Of your past. It's your choice, Jordan. You can die here, or you can die free...
You still haven't told me who you are!
All I can say is that I will always be here. Your greatest power, or your worst nightmare. It's your choice...
My choice. My choice? How can I make a stand in this prison? How will I speak freely here?
You don't speak to them. You don't do anything to them. Just wait. Give them what they want until he comes. He will stand for you. He will speak for you. He can make the decision...
I just want to die happy...
You can. Just be patient, child...
I'm not a child, I'm a teenager. A grown up girl. Dare I say a woman?
Not yet. You can be, though...
"Just wait," I whisper to myself and the voice. I close my eyes and jerk them open again.
Sleep. You must be ready for him...
The voice has never said anything against the truth before. So I shut my eyes and drift into the nightmare again. The horrible nightmare that always greets me in my slumber. But one day, they will be dreams again. When he comes. If he comes. I hope he comes, before death wins...
Creeeeeeepy. But that's only the first chapter. This story is also rated for later chapters, so be on your toes!