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I woke to screaming and realized it was my own.

The pain was beyond imagination as every limb felt like it was on fire. I struggled to open my eyes and see what was going on.

To my horror, I was chained to a stone wall in a barely lit room. The chains themselves, glowing orange from being searing hot, were wrapped around my hands and feet. I was hanging at a downwards arc, making almost a perfect X. I could barely move my limbs which only added to my suffering as the chains burned into my flesh.

The room itself was barren and small. Everything was made of stone except for the metal door that was in front of me. There was a rancid smell that made me choke and I was horrified when I realized that it came from me. I violently heaved and looked down as blood erupted from my mouth and onto the floor.

I could only cry since I must be in Hell.

I have never been the religious sort; my brief time in Church was only to find a place to belong. Even then, nothing really grabbed me; especially that day Allison and Spencer sat across from me, mocking my singing. I never went back after that since it appeared that Allison could be everywhere. Apparently religion was right after all; or this is one twisted dream I cannot awake from.

I had no idea how long I hung on the wall; time seemed to have no influence here. I'd tried calling out for help but there was nothing. Other than myself, there was a silence that made things worse since I could not tell what was going on outside my door. Maybe I did not want to know since I could only imagine the horrors that might lie.

My state of attire would have been funny if it were not for the horrendous situation I was in. I was still dressed in the same simple white dress I died in which was now stained with blood and dirt. My flesh was cracked and my throat was dry from all of my screaming. I was so tired but the pain from the chains prevented me from sleeping.

In all the pain, there was an anger that had been smoldering for a while now. There was a certain injustice to all of this. There were a few times now when I screamed in rage since

I should not be here alone. Yeah I tormented people with their secrets and killed Ian; though he was trying to murder Spencer but every last person whom was my victim was guilty of far worse.

Each of those Liars and their friends were just as guilty as I was. They needed to be punished for their sins and I was the one who deserved to do it. I had even believed that Allison would have approved of what I was doing given their betrayal. Not one of them looked into her disappearance until I prodded them. It was only because of me that they had gotten as far as they did.

When each of them died, and their recklessness would be the result, I hoped they would end up exactly where I am now.

Eventually I passed out; which surprised me since I should not be able to since I was dead. When I woke up, I was unchained and spread out on the ground. The stone floor was unusually hard and scratchy which caused a searing pain to my already burnt flesh. I struggled for what I believe was a few minutes to finally get somewhat upright and noticed my hair.

It was a mix of flaky grey with some blackish to it. It was crusty and shriveled; almost if it was completely fake. As I handled it, I concluded that no amount of washing and combing could ever bring it back.

As I looked to the door, I noticed something lying on the ground in front of me. It was a mask; a familiar mask as well. It resembled the same mask I wore last Halloween when I crashed the Plls little bash. I grunted in pain as I reached for it and picked it up.

On the inside, it was marked "Wear" and nothing else.

Putting it on, I suddenly saw a single marked red arrow on the ground that was not there before. It pointed at the metal door and I did my best to crawl towards it since standing was just too painful. Using every ounce of strength I could muster, I pushed metal door and it slid open with a slight creak.

There was a narrow hallway just outside my cell, barely lit and nothing but stone. I crawled out and found another red arrow pointed into the darkness down the hall. On all fours, I followed the signs slowly and caught my breath when I needed it. My limbs ached as I moved along the stony ground and did my best to ignore it. My burnt flesh still felt it was on fire though and I would wince at the sharp pain.

Along the way, I passed numerous doors like mine and I was afraid what I would find inside. I pressed on though, until I heard something moving in the darkness. They were footsteps and seemed to be getting louder, indicating that they were coming towards me. I was about to scramble back when I noticed a single set of words on the wall beside me.

Stay Still and Out of the Way.

I took the order to heart and hugged the wall as much as I could. I folded my body in a fetal position. As the steps became louder and louder, I dared myself to look and stifled the scream that was at my lips when it came into view.

It was a mixture of a lizard and a ram. The body was serpent-like while the head was like that Ram; horns and all. Its claws looked like it could peel anything, especially flesh, and the horns seemed to be covered in blood. It was dressed in pieces of skin that still dripped blood. The smell was revolting and it took all that I can not to gag. In its hands was a large knife that resembled one for cutting meat.

The thing walked past me as if it could not detect my presence as I tried to keep away from it. By luck, the hall was just wide enough for me to accomplish that feat. I waited a good while until the thing disappeared and the red arrows appeared again.

I struggled to stand up and eventually made it, continuing to hug the wall and ignore the pain coming from my legs. I had no idea how long I limped, it felt like hours, and I eventually came to three separate paths. The red arrows told me to go right and I did, noticing that the hallway was starting to become more illuminate. Soon, there seemed to be a bright light ahead and I struggle to quicken my pace.

Then I reached the end, and exhaled in shock as I came to a balcony overlooking a vast chasm.

The area where I emerged seemed to be on the side of a cliff though it appeared more like the side of a castle than anything else. The chasm I was overlooking pitch black and looked endless. What surprised me was that looking up; I saw sky which was nothing but black clouds. The air smelled of death and decay, there was also a slight breeze in the air that chilled me and caused the ache in my limbs to rise.

It was the silence that I found most disturbing; complete and total lack of sound.

There was nowhere to go and I wondered if I was lead into a trap. That thing I saw earlier might head back this way and there was no place to hide from it seeing how the balcony was not big enough for two. I was about to panic when the words appeared again and I stared at them in disbelief.

Go Over The Ledge.

"You have to be kidding me," I said looking straight down. All I could see is pure darkness and I was not about to leap into the unknown.

Go Now or Be Trapped, Forever!

I did not want to back to the cell and falling to my death was impossible since I was already dead. I had no idea where my liberator was leading me and there was the possibility that it was somewhere worse. But staying where in my current location was also out of the question since I did not want to spend eternity on some balcony overlooking darkness.

So in the end I decided to take a leap of faith and do as instructed. Mustering my strength, I climbed onto the ledge of the balcony and was thankful that it was not too tall; it was up to my stomach. Sitting on the ledge with my feet dangling, I took a deep breath and pushed my arms forward; falling feet first into the darkness.

While I felt I was falling, I was surprised in the lack air flow that would normally happen when one falls. I felt and heard nothing as I plunged through the darkness. I looked around constantly hoping to catch a glimpse of something but it was to no avail. All there could be seen was an endless darkness.

I had no idea how long I spent falling into the abyss. I knew it was for a while now and was once again astounded on how something could be this deep. It was then that I began to think about my mistakes and how they lead me here. Falling like this provided an excellent time to ponder the past when I was alive.

I should never had taken Redcoat's offer for a partnership; I should have told the bitch that I was A and the only one who could be A. Sure she would have been angry and possibly murdered me; after all she knew more about me than I knew about her. However, I could have fought back or at least have brought her down with me. If Redcoat was really Allison, then she would have just as many enemies as I did. Who knows how many would go after her if they knew she was alive; hell Melissa alone would be more than enough.

I would also never feel guilty about what I did to Aria, Hanna, Spencer, and Emily. They lied to hide their sins, did nothing to stop Allison, and covered up the crimes of others. What I did might have been just as worse but I was clinically insane; what was their excuse? All they had to do was to just stop lying and tell the truth; but they were incapable of that and only dug their own graves.

After all, I had only started with a few of their secrets; who knew that they would provide me with so much more than what was in Allison's diaries.

I should have started over. It was my intelligence and skills that made me A and they would have been more than enough to help me reclaim my rightful title. I would have hunted down every one of Redcoat's proxies and dealt with them one by one. I had some clue on the identities of a few of them and it would have been fun using their secrets against them.

And if that did not work, I would just do to them as I did to Ian.

There was a glowing light that suddenly appeared from beneath me and I looked down. As it got closer, I could only stare in horror as I approached a vast sea of molten fire. I screamed as I got closer and looked around in vain to find some sort of object to grab onto. However, there was nothing but darkness and I cried out as I slammed into the lake feet first.

I was on fire and molten magma flooded into my mouth, causing me to choke. Despite the intense burning, I could still move around and I struggled to swim to the surface. I grasped for breath as I broke the surface, which did not matter since I didn't really need to breathe, and looked around to see if there was anywhere to get out of the hell I was in.

The pain I was in was beyond imaginable and if I had been alive, there was no doubt that I would have long been burnt to a cinder let alone stayed coherent. It was now obvious that this was some sort of trap and I would be here for eternity; which caused me all sorts of anguish.

After a while of screaming in pain and choking on the liquid fire, I was about to pass out when my hand felt something solid and cool to the touch. I looked to see a small area of stone right next to me which was big enough for me and possibly a few more people; if there were anyone else that is. Using every last ounce of strength, I climbed onto the stone flooring and rolled onto my back; staring up at the darkness.

After a while, I decided to look at my skin and saw nothing but burnt flesh; strangely my dress was still intact including the mask I still wore on my face though it felt that it matched the rest of my flesh. I looked like Anakin Skywalker did from Star Wars Episode 3 and I gagged at the smell. Which was funny since a living person would have lost all sense of smell with the nose being burned off.

I sat up and looked around, seeing nothing but fire and darkness. It seemed that I went from one prison to another since there was no way I was going back in in order to find land. I was trapped here; possibly forever.

I suddenly felt something hot brush the back of me and I whipped my head around to see a single piece of chain hanging in front of me. It glowed orange and rose into the darkness above. There was an urge to grab it and I hesitated since I did not know what would happen if I did; besides burning my already charred hand. I then noticed the words that floated in the air in front of me.

Hold Tight and Do Not Let Go.

"Really?" was all that I could say sarcastically as I stared at the words wonderment. I was also amazed I still had a voice despite my insides on fire.

Taking a deep breath and anticipating the intense pain I was about to feel, I used both hands to grab the chain. The second I did so, I was yanked from the ground and into the darkness so hard that I nearly lost my grip. Unlike the fall into the lake of fire, I felt the air shift as I rose thru the darkness. My hands were on fire and I whimpered from the pain. I prayed that it would be over soon since time seemed to go by slowly.

As if they were answered, a sudden light from above caught my attention as it appeared I was nearing my destination. As the light got bigger, I could hear voices in the darkness that seemed to be both male and female. I tried to make out what they were saying and the most I could get was they were talking about some patient in a hospital.

Whoever they were talking about seemed to not have much hope of recovery. One person mentioned that the patient was brain dead while another indicated that there was a chance of the person waking up. There were questions about scarring that person had on their body as well as burn marks on the arms and wrists. My curiosity arose on whom they were talking about as I entered the light.

As the light engulfed me and I awoke to startled Doctors, I realized that the patient they were talking about was me.