Hello all of fanfiction! I come to you with my first story To Hell and Back. I hope that you will find the first chapter to your liking, I will warn you sometimes the story will be deep. some religious reference is made, there will be violence, and maybe later in the story a new companion or a few hey maybe even some love (get your head out of the gutter this is rated T,) and before I start so I am clear on this.

Disclaimer: I do not own binding of Isaac, any of its characters. They belong to the owners of the game.

Ch: pro

A boy by the name of Isaac lies on a splintering hardwood floor of a decrepit jail-like room. His living quarters, worse than a prisoners' by almost every sense of the word, plain beige wallpaper peeling off in strips. The stench of urine hanging thick in the air. Small piles of feces in a designated corner. A bed with deadly sharp springs sticking out the top. He had learned not to sleep in that death trap long ago, Food? Terrible! Breakfast: spoiled milk. Lunch: unknown disgusting substance. Dinner: a can of dog food. And if mom feels generous a dog biscuit or "snack." Things had gone sour, (not just "breakfast") when Isaac's mother had started receiving "visions," and hearing "voices" in her head. Now she rambled nonstop in the living room. Day in, and day out. This had been going on for months now and Isaac was feeling the pain from day 1. And he was a hardened child because of the months of torture but today was going to be different. while he lay on his rug, (which was the only place he could lie down on safely without risk of lacerations) he was playing with a red die with six faces he had hidden from his mom, between his fingers a grin sits smugly on his small slightly bone revealing face. Somehow his gut told him today was the day things changed. That for better or worse something was going to happen, sure he had gotten those feelings in his head before, but those were just hopeful thoughts. He quickly lost his train of thought when something stiff pressed on his spine from below. Curiosity aroused in his mind he quickly looked to the door and listened carefully. Christian TV programs playing softly in the background no talking, no moving. 'Good…' Isaac thought to himself and quiet as the mouse he learned to be, crouched next to the rug he earlier had laid on, slowly laced his fingers under the edge of the rug, and not before giving one last hesitant gaze towards the locked door, Lifted up the old rug. He saw nothing but old unexposed wood at first but as he lifted the rug up just a little more a small thin metal bar appeared, snugly hidden in the flooring. Eyes wide as saucers and hands shaking he lifted up the rug some more and then. Hope, determination, and relief filled his eyes as he set their gaze on to what would be his exit, his escape, his salvation. However, all happiness and color drained from his face the moment his ears picked up… rambling. He listened closely as he tried to hear what his mother was saying over the blood rushing in his ears. He managed to pick up a few phrases, but the last few sentences he heard nearly made his heart stop,

"yes, I have done as you have asked… yes? One more thing? What must it be my lord? Isaac himself…"

Isaac remains still as a statue,

"I will most certainly! If it is Isaac's life you require then you shall have it… yes… anything, for you… my lord!"

That moment she stopped talking Isaac harshly snapped back to reality, within a few seconds he knew what he had to do …it was live… …or die… his head snapped towards the door when his ears picked up the sound of movement he quickly and quietly opened the trap door and looked down a ladder leading to the edge of a small lake, deep enough to break his fall 'perfect!' he sub-consciously whispered to himself he affirmed that he would cover the floor with the rug where trapdoor was. Once again his metaphorical clock was ticking, as his signal for 'your life is over in 30 seconds, IF YOU DON'T MOVE YOUR BUT!' was the shrill metal against metal grind of a meat cleaver being removed from a magnetic bar on the wall in the kitchen. Isaac now half wedged in the trapdoor prepping his escape moved the carpet to where the small indent the trapdoor left on the fabric then slowly inching down the ladder closed the trapdoor inch by inch until an almost inaudible thus was heard in 10 seconds time he scaled down the 20 foot ladder and hid behind it, and not a moment too soon, far above he heard his mother's voice calm and distant but also questioning and desiring.

"Isaac? Where did you go Isaac…? ISAAC COME HERE NOW PLEASE!"

Half a minute passes

"I have bacon…"

Isaac's mother mused in a coaxing tone, and for a second just a lone second Isaac's head drooped as he looked up at the trapdoor mouth hanging open, drool slowly dripping out. Just then he realized what he was doingand shook his head in denial, knowing he fell for that trick nearly every time it was used on him. He then waited another minute

"He is gone… how am I supposed to make a sacrifice to my lord if I cannot find the offering."

Isaac leans against the wall in fetal position arms around his legs heart beating a thousand miles an hour, breath yet coming in slow and deep, eyes wide as plates that hold entire turkeys now...

"How am I to find him… could I? No… maybe i… mmm mm… too suspicious. Oooooooh missing child posters… yeah that will work! TO THE LIBRARY!"

A set of quick and heavy thumps causes dirt to fall around Isaac

"How does our government not care about this, how do they not just come and kill her, seriously though…"

Isaac spoke to himself, he knew he had to look around in this large cavern but his body was far too tired to do so and decided that he should rest, so he dug out a small hole under an overhanging mushroom hanging down from the wall, ate a "snack" he saved and fell asleep.

Isaac's journey begins

I should have next chapter uploaded soon, also take note upload time can be decreased with your feedback, so do tell me! How am I doing? Do you want me to continue? Anything like that. Remember I am a first time writer, I cannot get better without practice and feedback from you guys

Until next time…