About a week later, once they had travelled over to (what she presumed to be ) America, they arrived at their destination, wherever that was.
Once the doors to the big lorry that was carrying her opened, she would've squinted at the bright sunny light, but seeing as she was dead it didn't really phase her that much, but she did gasp in shock and blinked from something else that she saw.
There, in all it's glory, stood a giant, house covered with glass, and from further inspection she realised that it was actually MADE of glass, all shining in the light and if you looked closely, you could see straight through it.
"Maybe this guy has something with glass, like a fetish or something…" she joked to herself, trying to brighten the foul mood she was in. She was loaded off of the lorry with a thud that jolted her (followed by a string of curses aimed at the men who unloaded it) and was transported inside the house, going past bedrooms, bathrooms, and a strange looking hallway with something that kept spinning in the middle with all these strange sorts of symbols and was built into the ground, the walls were still made of glass and she realised that they also had the strange markings covering them like the cube she was in, until she came to the stairs to the basement.
Once down there, there were more cells made like hers with the same glowing writing, about fourteen of them, but only three were filled with people. But, she soon realised that they weren't normal people.
They were dead.
Completely, and utterly stone cold dead.
And, compared to these ghosts she looked healthy and alive, which is saying something for what a depressed, insane, revenge driven killer she was in her death.
She was wheeled to another "cage" (as she'd ended up calling it) and then they stopped.
The same weird chanting music started playing and she realised that they were going to make her enter the mean looking cube, but she decided she wasn't going without a fight.
She screamed bloody murder, shoved her knife into her pocket and grabbed onto the sides of her own cube, her feet planted firmly on the ground and she forced herself back in. The chanting seemed to grow louder and there was a disgruntled and annoyed sigh coming from someone as she firmly grabbed hold of the cubes doors.
" I'm...not...going...in there!!!!" she screamed out, pushing herself even more back so that her arms were stretched out entirely, and she was almost going to laugh and say something really clever when she was flung in by an invisible force and landed flat on the floor.
Before she had time to even move blink they quickly wheeled out the cube and the doors shut tight.
Ellie groaned and lifted herself up onto her elbows, before rolling over and onto her back, her hair fanning out beneath her as she rubbed her forehead lightly with a pained look on her face.
" Ooow... I think I landed on my knife..." she murmured, before putting her hand by her side and finally taking in her surroundings.
" Right... let's see... glass, door, glass, symbols, glass, man, glass..." she stopped when she realised what she'd said and turned her head to where she'd last been looking at.
She ended up looking at a man holding a baseball bat, his clothes looking like he was a 1950 jock kind of guy and perhaps one of them aspiring James dean look a likes, but then she saw he had cuts and torn pieces of flesh caused by glass, some of which the shards were still there, across half his body.
Half of his face, she decided, was pretty cute; the other half wasn't so lucky. But his baby blue eyes were absolutely drop dead gorgeous, and she couldn't help but laugh at the terrible pun her twisted mind just thought of.
"Where are we?" Ellie finally asked him, propping herself up onto her elbows and tilting her head to look at him, making her long hair tumble down to the floor.
"Welcome to hell doll" the man said, admiring the worn out old looking baseball bat and running his fingers over it, not even looking up at her.
"Thanks. That gives me a REALLY GOOD idea of where I am, you're great help" Ellie said sarcastically in her pure British cockney accent, gracefully sitting up completely and smoothing out her skirt, before taking out her knife and running her finger along it as she looked around a little more. Maybe the cute Freddy Kreuger gone wrong look a like was right. Maybe this was hell, and she'd been sent here.
" What's your name doll?" he asked her, looking at her for the first time and succeeding in bringing her out of her thoughts.
She had long, black, flowing hair, with an electric red streak in the front.
She was pale, which was to be expected for a dead person, but he imagined in life that her skin was almost china doll looking,
She wore a black choker with a cross on it, a short-sleeved t-shirt with a black corset, a skirt that was black and looked torn at the ends. Her boots ran up her leg with black buckles on them. She was running her finger sensually over a medium sized kitchen knife, which still had blood on like she'd only just used it, and there was a deep gash in the left side of her stomach that had torn her top, and he determined it to be her cause of death.
But out of all her features, he couldn't take his gaze off her eyes. Now they were beautiful. A violet type of colour, slightly like lavender, with tints of emerald green, and it was the strangest mix he had never seen before in his life, and death.
"Ellie, or" she paused, looking over to the door for a moment, before continuing " The wounded angel. You?" she asked, looking at him and trying not to stare into his deep eyes, that seemed to beckon to her very soul, if she still had one, and made her feel like she had butterflies in her stomach.
"I'm 'the torn prince' as HE calls me, but my real names Royce Clayton" He said in his typical American 50's accent, which whenever someone said it always seemed to make Ellie remember the old American films with the beautiful Marilyn Monroe in.
Royce figured that Ellie seemed nice enough to engage in an actual decent conversation with, and he was thankful that he didn't have to put up with the insane ramblings of Ryan (the Jackal) and the constant flirting of Susan (the bound woman), not to mention this new ghost seemed to like him too.
" So, why are you here doll?" he asked, looking back down to his bat and rubbing a splintered edge with his thumb.
" Because I killed twenty seven out of thirty of my classmates one by one in alphabetical order" she said, joyfully remembering the images of her mangled 'friends' and she suppressed an insane smile.
" And, well, anyway, I was killed by these girls, and before I died I swore revenge, which is why I killed them. I was onto the very last one before I was caught by these dudes" She said plainly, looking at him like it was the most normal thing in the world, but there was a tint or sorrow and anger showing through her mysterious eyes.
He nodded and laughed to himself, thinking of what the world had come to since he'd died.
" What about you?" she asked, leaning her head on the glass next to him whilst looking around, the feeling of boredom slowly melting away by the second.
" Drag race crash" he said, and she murmured casually a small 'oh' as if she knew what he was talking about.
"So, why'd you kill 27 of 'em?" he asked, changing the subject and non phased by the seemingly gory and disturbing subject that they were talking about.
She sighed and tilted her head back against the hard glass, running a hand through her hair and closing her eyes as if trying to remember, before she licked her lips and opened her eyes to look at him.
" It all started a year ago. I guess I was pretty popular in school, but that all changed when the new girl came. She was alright at first, but she didn't like my sense of style or my personality, so she started spreading weird rumours that I was a drug addict and a dominatrix. Mind you, I wouldn't mind the second one" she joked, making them both laugh aloud and drop the slightly sad atmosphere.
" Anyways," she said after their laughter died down ", it went all down the drain and I started losing my friends one by one to this skunk whore. But that was only the beginning. When I'd lost everyone close to me in the school, and thought it couldn't get any worse, she started getting the girls, then the boys to beat me up when I walked out of school. Even my boyfriend..." she said, stopping.
Royce looked towards her to see that her eyes were vacant and staring at a spot on the floor, and he could only think that she was remembering something bad to be this dazed.
Royce suddenly felt the need to hold her and comfort her, though he had NO clue where that thought came from. So instead, he shuffled a little closer to where her body was laying just next to his cube and tapped it gently with his baseball bat, succeeding in pulling her out of her trance and to look startled into his eyes, before looking back down at her lap to try and hide the hot blush that sneaked along her cheeks.
" That bastard... I mean, sure I've beaten people up before, but I'd never even TOUCH a girl if she didn't want to..." He said, a sudden swell of anger forming as he thought of what she'd said.
When he was alive, even when he was dead, the thought wouldn't of even crossed his mind about hitting or hurting a girl, it was just against his rules of , well, everything.
" Next time we see him, how about I kill that bastard for you?" he said on a more ' friendlier' note, and she looked up at him again and smiled her famous smile, nodding her head gently.
" Yeah, I'd like that"