Hiei's Dark Abyss - Hmm, you're behaviour does not effect me. I'm actually psycho to and very twisted. You don't want to know half of the shit i do to entertain myself. o.O But you don't have to feel pressured.I just wanted you to read my fic and see what you thought of it. But thanks for the review, i really appericate you taking time out to read it.

Death Trap: Life or Death?

Chapter 2

The dreadful sound of the timer ticking away, kept Sarah alert that she didn't have much time. And trying to find a key that was hidden inside the wall, in the dark was not easy. Sarah clawed wildly at the walls. Her face was wett with tears by now. It was up to her if Micheal lived or not, and she didn't know what this madman would do to her if she failed at it. She gripped ahold of the ruined wallpaper that alinged the walls, and gave a yank ripping it off the rotting walls. She continued to do this trying to find where the Hell that key would be. She heard the sound sof muffled cries, coming from behind the blood staind metal door. It must of been Micheal, he must've finally awoken to find himself in his own living nightmare.

This only got Sarah's heart pounding harder. What could he possibly be doing to him? Sarah thought to herself. Her hands starting to bleed from frantically tearing at the walls. She didn't want to bring that to mind, didn't want to think what this guy was doing to Micheal. She started to become frustrated, she found no sign of a key. She slammed her fists against the wall. As her body racked of tears, she was going to lose him, to this sick bastard.

Why? Why did she agree to a game like this, that meant her friends life on the line? She continued to pound her small fists against the wall.

"You bastard! Where the fuck is it, fucking tell me already!" She yelled out,nothing meet her answer but empty air. Slamming her fists against it once more when the rotten wall broke inwards, caving in just slightly. She let out cry of relief as she started to ripp at the wall, when she stumbled upon a yellow envelope nestled into the far back. Sarah didn't waste time when shoved her arm inside trying to reach it. This guy wasn't going to make it easy for to save Micheal's life. He got great pleasure, watching her frantically running around trying to find the fucking key. Now she had to nearly kill herself to get to it. She reached as far asm her arm would let her, her fingertips brushing slightly over the envelope.

Sarah let out a sob as she forced her arm to go farther into the hole she had made. But she had no such luck, fear seizing her whole body. She only had ten second left. She frantically reached for the envelope her fingers touching the smoothness of it. She barely got a hold of it and pulled it out. She ripped open the package to find a small key laying inside. She quickly pulled it out and made a mad dash toward the door. Her whole body went numb as she heard the sound of the timer click and gave a buzz telling her time was up. Sarah let out a sob as she frantically unlocked the door and ripped open the door. The sounds of screaming had begun and stopped Sarah dead in her tracks. Her eyes went wide at what was taking place before her "Oh my God, Micheal No!"...

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Kyle slowly began to stir, slowly sitting up. His whole body was aching, and a hot pain shot up in his left side. He let a choking cry as he placed a hand to his side and came away with blood. Wincing some he slowly opened his eyes. He found himself in a small room that looked like the room a sewage room. It was no bigger then a closet. A drain sat in the middle of the room, Pipes ran along the walls above him. And a unpleasant smell drifted up around him. He gaged and shot up a hand to cover his nose, anything to smother that ungodly smell. He was up on his feet in a matter of seconds when he heard the sound of something scraping across the metal and then a dimly light flickered on giving him some light to see. He blinked a few times trying to get his eyes adjusted to the light.

"What the..." Was all he got before he saw what was around him. Long dead corpses laid around him,in ungodly postions. Some were nailed to the walls, their stomachs ripped wide open, there vital organs rudely took without permission. He let out a cry as he backed up into the wall. Blood was smeared along the walls, it would seem that these poor souls tried getting out once before and died in the process. Different sharp obejcts were tossled around the small room. He let his eyes drop to the floor, finding a pentegram that was painted on the floor underneath him. His breathing started to come out harsh, as he felt the burning in his chest and the tightening in his throat. He fumbled in his pocket for his inhaler and found nothing but empty pockets.

"Fuck..." He managed to choke out, fear seizing him in a tight grip. His sandy blonde hair stuck to his head from sweat mixed with his own blood. He glanced around the room trying to figure out why the Hell he was even here.

The last he remebered was leaving the group to go onto bed. He didn't remeber being brought here. He coughed some trying to regain his breathing but it just made things worse. He was so frightened he couldn't calm himself down enough to ease the tension racking inside his body. He had asthma bad ever since he was a kid, if he didn't have the inhaler soon then it would kill him, literally. He went still as he heard a booming of a voice inside them room.

" Hello Mr. Freeman. You probably wondering where you are. I'll tell you, where you might be. You might in the room you die in. If you wish to live through this , you will play a little game with me. You see there is a collar around your neck that is locked in tightly with one simple lock. This is what happens if you lose, the collar around your neck has a sharp rusty blad intact. But don't worry, about this yet. Miss Sarah will choose your fate, if she fails to find the key in time then that collar about you neck will cut your head clean off your shoulders. Pray that Miss Sarah finds that key, in time. Will she risk her own life for yours? Can you really trust another for your own life. Do you think she will let you live or die?" Kyle felt as his heart started to pound harder inside his chest.

"Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck is Sarah!" He demanded. He coughed some trying to suck in another breath. The voice never did respond back. Kyle tried catching his breath, trying to calm himself down. But the tightness in his chest tightened more. He heard a buzzing sound the sound of the voice again.

"Oh and Mr. Freeman, the inhaler you desire is in the room some where. Will your asthma kill you before, Miss Sarah gets here? To survive you must do what's necessary." Kyle just stood there not knowing what the fuck this guy was talking about. He let his eyes scan the room, dead bodies were tosseled around. Where the hell would it be? Could it be inside...one of those bodies? Would that sick fuck go that far? Kyle thought to himself. He didn't know but he needed it and he would do what he needed to get that inhaler back...

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Sarah stood there frozen for a few moments before dashing over to Micheal's side. His eyes were filled with pain and agony as the barb wire started to tear at his flesh. She looked around trying to find anything to stop this. But unfortunately there was nothing. Her sobs came hard as she watched this scene unfold. Nothing was there to stop it, and his screams where painful enough for her to hear. Her eyes swung to the ceiling as she saw a camera sat in the corner of the ceiling casting down upon them. He was watching this and watching her. She let out a frustrated cry as she fell to her knees.

"Please stop it, please! Oh god Micheal..." She said, now clearly hysterical. Her sobs came out harsh as she watched her boyfrined be killed infront of her. Blood surfaced, slicing through the flesh like it was nothing and in minutes it started to tangle tearing at the flesh as it ripped up his upper body. The small little blade cutting along his abdomen tearing as it went. ripping his stomach apart, and intestines spilling forth mangeling with barb wire as it ripped forth up his body. Sarah dropped her gaze falling completely onto the ground, in a heap of tears. The sound of screams died out. And seconds later she heard as that same voice boomed into the room.

"You failed to save a life of another. Sarah, but that is only the begining of our game. You see Kyle seeks your help now. He only has the same time limit is poor Micheal. He is just down the hall and don't think of running. Because there is no way out. Now if i where you i would get moving. It's time to play and you don't have time to mourn over the death that you created." The voice said, in a dark tone. Sarah shook her head, still in a heap of tears.

"Fuck you! No more games, please." She said on her feet at that moment in anger, her eyes never going to the heap of bloody mess that was once her boyfriend. She heard a drak chuckle come from somewhere in the room.

"Do you wish for another to die? I don't think you do, now get moving. It's time to play Sarah." She flinched, knowing trying to bargain with him would not work. She forced her unwilling body from the room and out into the hall.Her sobs carried down the hall as she found more then one door. She would have to find the door that went to Kyle and stop him from being killed. She made no hesitattion as she went from door to door and soon finding the door that labeled 'Kyle' And ripped it open. Once she stepped in she felt a snag at her leg and nearly tripped over a unseen line. And heard that dreadful sound start ticking once again.

( I know you hate me, but i'm keeping it this way. Why, i want to torment you all a little, keep you wanting more.)