Before I continue with the introduction, let me apologize for how this turned out. As I'm sure some of you noticed, the chapter I posted last night was actually last week's chapter. After going to fix it, however, I opened up my word document and this chapter was completely erased for some reason. Luckily, I had an older version of HellFall saved on another computer, and was able to recover it. Unfortunately, this chapter is not completely edited. When I edited it last night, it was perfectly fine, so you shouldn't have any trouble understanding it. I'm just a little bit (extremely) frustrated, as I hate it when I lose stories like this (yes, it's happened before).

Again, so sorry about the mix-up, and hope you enjoy the new chapter.

Hello everyone and welcome back to HellFall!

Man, I haven't written in forever. Or at least it feels that way. Better get back on that, HellFall keeps slipping my mind because of it. Although it probably doesn't help that I haven't written in this probably the longest out of my three projects right now.

This particular chapter felt a bit longer than it probably was, and sheds a lot of light on the situation. I actually quite enjoyed reading and writing this chapter. WARNING, it is a bit more graphic than previous chapters. If you have a vivid imagination, then be wary. But you should be fine either way, I'm not too graphic in terms of description (at least I don't think I am).

Now, on with the chapter!


"What?" I asked, surprised. "Why?"

"Revenge" He replied.

"Revenge for what?" I asked, "What did they do?"

"Do you know what I am?" He asked. "I'm a science experiment"

"What?" I asked.

"I'm a clone," He continued, "a clone of the perfect soldier. A Heishi"

"So," I started, confused, "how does that tie into revenge?"

"The imperfect Heishi were brutally murdered." He replied, "Right in front of us, we witnessed them die. It was supposed to encourage us not to be imperfect, but all it did was further our lust for their heads"

"Wait, wait," I said, trying to understand, "who's 'they'?"

"Our creators." He replied, "Rumor has it they're clones too, but no one knows for sure"

I paused, trying to take it all in. "So your creators killed the imperfect clones. How does that affect you? They're just clones, right?"

"Whether they like it or not," He started, "they are creating people. We, as people, are capable of our own thoughts and opinions. What they did was cruel and inhumane. I don't want any more people to experience that"

"Heishi," I started, "that's the name they use for you?"

"Yes," he replied, "its means 'soldier'"

"So would your name just be Heishi?" I asked, "Or do you have a number or anything?"

"No," He replied, "The man whom I was cloned after was called Dennis Soldier. I've taken on that name, along with all the other Heishi"

"Dennis." I said, nodding, "It doesn't really suit you"

"Get over it"

"So do you know where we could get more information on Plan H?"

"Maybe." He replied, "In my creation chamber, there could be at least some information"

"Great." I said, standing, "Where is it?"

"Underground." Dennis replied, "If you let me out, I'll take you there"

"How can I know I can trust you?" I asked, still wary even after all the information he'd given me. I didn't have evidence to support or go against it.

"I won't help unless you take off these chains." He replied, holding up his cuffed wrists, "You'll have to take a leap of faith"

I sighed, "I'll talk to Thunder" I decided, leaving the cell with Arkynshihn.

Thunder was still seated in our discussion area.

"So?" He asked.

"He's willing to cooperate," I started, "if we release him and let him join the fight"

"Done" He replied.

"Are you sure you can trust him so easily?" I asked.

"Any lead is valuable, Gazini." He pointed out, "Besides, if it gets out of hand, you can handle him again, right?"

I hesitated, then nodded, "Of course" I replied, somewhat worried.

Returning to Dennis's cell I retrieved the keys from the guard, then unlocked the chains. "Try anything, and I'll cut you down. It won't just be a leg though"

He smiled, "Good" He replied, standing and rubbing his wrists. Immediately he fell.

"I'll need a new leg first" He pointed out.

"I can see that" I said.


Several hours passed, and day turned to night, then day again. I was itching to get into this 'creation chamber' Dennis spoke of, but he was busy getting a new leg, which was a lengthy process apparently.

Four days passed before he returned, wobbling on his new smooth, silver leg.

"I still need to get used to this," he said, hobbling over to me, "but that'll take too long. I'll take you to the creation chamber and wait outside, if you're okay with that"

"That's fine" I replied.

As I loaded my crimson moped into the back of a truck, Thunder approached me.

"You sure you don't need any extra soldiers?" He asked.

"I don't need your robots shooting everything that moves." I replied, "I'll be fine on my own"

He sighed, then nodded, "I guess this will require a human touch." He said, "But we do still have human soldiers"

"I think I'll be fine" I replied, slamming the back doors of the truck shut and climbing into the front seat.

"Good luck" He said.

"Thanks." I replied, "And good luck to you and the translators"

"Thanks" He said.

I slammed the door shut, then turned to Dennis.

"Where to?" I asked.

"Get to Cold Brook Avenue first of all"

For about half an hour, I drove, going everywhere he told me to. Finally, we stopped in front of what appeared to be a perfectly normal house.

"Now what?" I asked.

"Inside," he started, "there are a few rooms. In the last one, there will be a trapdoor in the corner. It's almost invisible, so keep your eyes peeled. Beyond there is darkness, but if you get to the end of the room, there will be a door. Go through and go from there"

"Got it." I replied, stepping out of the car, "Stay here"

"Of course" He said.

I shut the door, then walked to the front door of the house. It swung open when I turned the knob, revealing a simple square room. The last room was not hard to find, as there were only four rooms in the entire house.

To save time, I looked into the future and found the trapdoor. Sure enough, the room was below was pitch black. I traced the side wall until I reached the door, which was locked. Drawing Arkynshihn, I cut it open and walked through. Inside, I saw a long panel of buttons and switches. Above it was a long screen, with a long crack extending across the entire length. The control panel was cut in several places, with wires poking through the metal everywhere. Bodies littered the ground, some looking to be in the early stages of decay.

Stepping around the bodies and pools of dry blood, I found a slightly elevated balcony with a metal railing. It was cut in several places, and more dead bodies lay all over the ground.

The room curved slightly, with the entire left wall being taken up by the screen and control panel. At the end of the room was a door.

On the other side was an elevator. Stepping inside, I saw that there were four floors, each one labeled. Ground floor was labeled 'Control', bottom floor one was 'Training', bottom floor two was 'Creation', and bottom floor three was 'Disposal'

I went to bottom floor one, the training room. Weapons lined the walls, specifically the extendable katanas Dennis had first used on me. I pulled one off and looked it over before putting it back. Farther up were black kunai knives. Otherwise the room was filled with mats, punching bags, and mannequins.

Grabbing a few extendable katanas and kunai, I headed to the next floor: Creation.

The creation floor was interesting.

The room was completely white, and the walls were covered with glass cases, each one filled with a specific organ. The glass cases were completely filled with organs, which I assumed was a sign of inactivity. Some of the glass was cracking, and blood dripped out, along with other bodily fluids.

At the very end of the room was a tall glass cylinder, with a man inside who looked very similar to Dennis, only with neater hair. He was naked save for a bare of tight black underwear. His body was thin, showing bone through his skin. It was somewhat disturbing to see someone so skinny. He appeared to be dead, however, as I couldn't see him breathing.

Realizing that there wasn't anything here, I returned to the elevator and hesitantly pressed the button for the last floor. I didn't want to see it, but I knew that I needed to see everything, just to make sure.

I wish I hadn't seen it.

The room was long and dark, with brown stained walls and candles littering the floor, as if a sacrifice had taken place. Rusted metal cages covered in spikes hung from the ceiling and sat on the floor, with identical bodies hanging out of each one, sometimes more than one stuffed into one. Their skin-tight bodies were covered in bloody scars, and their teeth were rotted and yellow. Their eyes were pale, with faded irises and blank stares. They looked like zombies, only they weren't alive thankfully.

I took a few steps forward. This was something that I could never foresee. One body was plastered to the wall by chains clamped around its wrists and ankles, stretching it body out. His gut was sliced open, with dry blood dripping out. All the blood was dry.

Above the body was the phrase 'Hell shall descend upon our remains' written in streaks of thick blood. The phrase was written all over the walls, sometimes having dripped a bit over the wall, other times having been written into a splat of blood.

One word stood out amongst all the others. It was written above a tall doorway on the other side of the room. In thick, bloody letters, was the word 'HELLFALL'. The scary part was that the blood appeared to be fresh. I saw it drip down off the doorway to the floor, making a small puddle.

Then I heard footsteps in the tall entrance.

Frantically I looked for a place to hide. The only places were with the dead. Taking a deep breath, I went and hid under a dead body that was hanging out of a cage. I kept my head up, so that I could see who was coming out, and maybe catch them by surprise.

I was surprised to see a young woman walk out. She had long azure blue hair that was tied back in three tight, thin ponytails that stretched down to her waist. Her bangs were split down the middle of her forehead. Her skin was pale, and her nose was freckled. She had dark pink cat-like eyes that looked very serious. Her attire was interesting. It was a blue sleeveless shirt that revealed her abdomen. The shirt was azure blue, like her hair, and appeared to fold over her body. It had a soft, inch-thick dark turquoise trim around the edges of the shirt. The neck hole dipped into a deep V shape. She wore what appeared to be a lighter turquoise tube top around her body, which covered most of the cleavage that would otherwise be showing. What appeared to be a symbol was placed on her left breast, but it was covered by her shirt and too far away to make out. She wore blue sleeves separate from her shirt, with the turquoise trim on the upper part of her arm, but not on the lower part. She wore a tight, navy blue skirt that went just past her rear end. Her legs were covered by tall black boots that stretched all the way up to about an inch from the bottom of her skirt, revealing only a small part of her legs. I thought she was quite attractive, but was also very obviously much younger than me.

She gasped, looking around at all the dead bodies. She covered her mouth, and I saw tears trickle down her cheeks. Clearly she wasn't with the enemy.

I stepped out, revealing myself to her. Her eyes flicked to me, and suddenly a dual-ended wood-colored spear shot out of nowhere into her hands. She pointed it at me, her whole body shaking.

"Who're you?!" She screamed.

I held up my hands, "Relax." I said, "I'm not the enemy, unless you are"

"What side are you on?" She demanded, tears running down her cheeks.

I pointed my thumb to the bodies, "Not these guys, I promise"

She stared at me for a moment, then lowered her weapon.

"Do you know what all this is?" She asked.

"Imperfect clones" I replied.

"What?" She asked.

"On one of the upper floors they clone someone." I replied, "These are the ones that didn't turn out right"

"That's awful." She said, looking around. "Do you know what that means?" She asked, pointing to the phrase above the hanging body.

I shook my head, then pointed to HELLFALL, "Do you know what that is?" I asked.

She turned around, "I've never seen that before" She replied.

"Hmm," I mumbled, looking around the room.

"So, why're you here?" She asked me.

"I'd ask you the same question" I replied.

"I asked first"

"Right." I replied, scratching the back of my head, "I'm working with the military. I'm assuming that you're already into this, but I'm trying to figure all this out. Care to shed any light?"

"I know two of the people working with this." She replied. I raised an eyebrow, curious. "Rocco Trask and Gale Sheng" She said.

"How is that helpful?" I asked.

"It isn't, really" A deep voice from behind said.

I turned around.

"Who're you?" I asked.

"I am the man she spoke of." He replied, "Were you not paying attention? Rocco Trask"

"Huh," I said, reaching back to Arkynshihn's hilt.

"Come now," Rocco said, "let's be reasonable"

"I am being reasonable." I replied, "Shoot first, ask questions later"

"You must be a military dog" He said.

"I suppose so," I replied, "but I only use my owners for food"

"Is that so?" He asked. "Well, then I guess you're a bit of a stray"

"Typically, yes" I replied.

Rocco spread his arms apart, "What do you think?" He asked, changing the subject.

"Evil" I replied.

"I prefer the term, strive for perfection" He replied.

"So what is HellFall, huh?" I asked, "Is it part of your 'strive for perfection'?"

"I guess you could say that." He replied, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to"

He turned around to leave.

"Get back here!" I called after him.

"Take care of this" Rocco said to two men in long black trench coats, whom I hadn't noticed.

The two men charged, drawing extendable katanas.

"Too easy" I said, tightening my grip around the hilt of Arkynshihn. As the clones, or Heishi, neared, I drew my blade, slicing both in half immediately.

Rocco was already in the elevator, leaving.

I charged after him, "C'mon!" I called to the girl in blue behind me.

She was already running next to me. "Keep up!" She called after me.

I started to run, but stopped to look at the Heishi. They were bleeding out all over the ground. Their faces were identical to Dennis's. He won't be happy about this, I thought.


So there you have it. The first mention of the word 'HellFall'. That's exciting. And the characters are finally meeting up too. Although some of them were already united in the tournament, these ones met by accident while exploring the plot, which is more interesting.

Azure is one of my favorite characters of mine, mostly because of her clothing design. I thought it was the most unique of all of them, plus it took a whole giant paragraph to describe. I'm sure that there are names for all of her clothing items, but I'm not hip with fashion, so I did my best with what I knew.

I'd had these chapters planned for a while, so I was super excited to finally be able to write them. Hopefully you guys enjoyed them too!

Also, as mentioned above in my apology, I've lost stories like this chapter before. The first series I ever wrote (5 books) was deleted out of my Google Docs account. It was by my school tech administrator (as it was a school Gmail account) wiping our accounts at the end of the year, but it was still frustrating. That is one of the main reasons why I don't use Google Docs anymore (and wouldn't recommend it, personally, despite my teachers telling me it's the greatest thing in the world).

Anyways, that's about it. As usual, favorite, follow, review, tell your friends, tell your enemies, or don't if you don't want to, and I'll see you all in the next chapter!