The Sanity of Valhalla

by The Harlequinne

Chrissy doesn't consider herself brave. She considers herself insane. She's been sent to a place for the honourable, a place that turns her honour into bloodlust. But through it all she holds on to the one thing that can save her humanity.

2. Chapter 2

I was coughing, doubled over and shocked. When the coughing subsided, I wiped my eyes and blinked in confusion.

I wasn't in pain. I checked the front of my shirt, the one with the cartoon panda. No bullet hole. No blood. I tentatively touched my neck. No bruises. No crushed, broken bone.

What. The. Hell?

I was standing in the courtyard of some massive limestone and marble mansions. There were imposing double doors, made of dark wood with wicked wolfs head door knockers. Because why not?

I turned around, looking for a way out. But the mansion was surrounded why a limestone wall, three times as tall as I was. There were no breaks or openings. I could just see Brisbane city from where I was standing. But where was I?

i was eyeballing a white tree in the corner of the courtyard, which seemed to have pure gold leaves, when the double doors swung loudly inwards. I jumped backwards, and a suspicious, burly man in a green doorman's uniform stepped out. He looked like he'd been expecting me. His face seemed to be smeared in ashes, which dusted his long knotted beard. His eyes were red and an axe (typical) hung by his side.

'Um, hello?' I tried. 'Sorry, I seem to be...lost. If you could maybe show me the way out?'

He gave me a sigh that smelled like burnt meat.

'Not possible, I'm afraid. You're dead. Please follow me to registration.'