And Welcome to Chapter 3!

So i know, i know, i know this chapter hardly makes any sense, but please forgive me! It's simply an important filler chapter and i promise there will be better ones!


There was ground, and there was sky. That's all Peter could decifer in this strange place. The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and the heavy fog of ash. Peter's eyes watered dangerously from the feel of this air against them, and he squeezed them shut just in time as Olivia cam crashing down next to him in the most ungraceful manner she possibly could. Peter caught her in his arms, righting her as she shoved blonde hair from her vision.

"I should shoot you," she mumbled to him, glaring. Peter shrugged. No good in fighting her when they were already stuck in, wherever they were. Scanning the area, Olivia stared at everything. This place looked so- so barren.

"Where are we?" she said in awe, coughing as she inhaled a great deal of the sulfur in the air.

"I have no idea," Peter stated, looking about. The land was bare with sharp jagged rocks, the air painted with orange, red and yellow hues, and the mood dark and oppressing, like nothing living was there. Peter shuddered and involuntarily moved closer to Olivia. No harm was to come to her.

"Peter?" she called, watching him move away just a few minutes later. He stumbled over a large rock and touched it with his hand, recoiling it faster than lightning as it burned his skin. To his horror he watched the skin turn black.

"Livia, don't touch the rocks," he muttered, hiding his hand from her.

"Are you all right?" she called, stumbling up after him. She stopped in her tracks.

Lying about in front of them lay a large lake, but rather than water filling it, bubbling pools of heat and lava filled the vast barren land, heat pooling in the thick air that hung overhead. Olivia coughed and stared at the angry looking pool of goo, unable to comprehend what was happening to her. She swayed in the air but held her ground, looking down into the fire.

"Okay," she stated slowly, "What is this place?"

"I'm pretty sure this is hell," Peter said non-chalantly, caring climbing from the perch. He tucked his burned hand into his side, making sure Olivia didn't see it.

"How are we even supposed to know what we're looking for?" Olivia muttered, following him down from the perch, "And if we find it, how are we suppose to even use it?"

"You know, I never remember you asking so many questions," Peter spoke, weaving between rocks.

"I've never had so many," Olivia muttered unhappily, following him. The first chance she got, she shoved ahead of him and place a hand on his chest to stop him.

"What?" he asked, amusement twinkling in his eye.

"I lead," she spoke, "I do have the gun."

"Do you?" he quipped. Olivia ignored the dirty remark and walked in front of him.

The land was still bare, even as they continued walking, the rocks crumbled beneath their feet, the air became increasingly thick and heavy and the mood began to change slowly. Climbing over a next set of rocks, Peter's hand began to burn as he climbed over another set. Olivia looked down.

"A road?" Peter mumbled, looking down at a flat span of land in front of him. There, at the base of the hill was a flat road. Climbing down the rocks, Olivia slid and landed on her feet, her hand grazing the ground. But she did not recoil in pain her skin did not char like his. Peter followed, puzzled. Olivia looked at him and then at the road.

"Well?" Peter asked, wondering why she just stood there like an idiot.

"This was a terrible idea," she muttered at him, wandering down the road. He merely shrugged.

"Olivia," he called to her. She turned.

"Look, I'm sorry, all right? There's no reason to act like this? I was being foolish, okay?"

"No Peter, it's not okay," she said with a stern glare, "Now we're stuck in god knows where and without a way to get home! Just because you have a past in crime-"

"In case you haven't noticed you're not exactly a clean scrubbed FBI agent!"

"You're a wanted criminal!"

"Your partner was a traitor to the country!"

Olivia recoiled. Her eyes flashed instantly from anger to hurt in an instant as she stared at him. With hurt written all over her face, yet trying to completely be hidden she spun around and kept walking. Peter wanted to slap himself in the head. He pulled out that painful card on her. Now she wouldn't dare speak to him or look at him.

Peter wandered down behind her as she walked, looking ahead. Her long blonde hair swished angrily, matching the feeling of hurt and anger that was rolling off her skin in ways. Peter couldn't believe how stupid he was for saying that to her. Now, he'll never get her to forgive him.

As they wandered on, the air got darker. Peter stared at her back as Olivia walked on and Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of un-ease as it grew darker. The luminescent glow of the lava pool grew brighter as the sky grew darker. Peter began to pull his coat tighter, not because it grew cold, but because the darkness felt odd, like it was creeping into his skin and running into his veins, staining them. Soon, his charred hand blended into the night sky, and he no longer needed to hide it.

"Olivia," Peter called, trying to slow her down, "Olivia, please, slow down."

She kept walking.

"Olivia," he tried again, "Olivia, please."

She ignored him again and, if possible, sped up her pace in walking. Peter sped up, in a hope to catch her.

"Olivia, stop!" he called. Olivia stopped and clenched her fists. Peter sped up and finally whirled her around.

"Look, what do you want me say? Anything I say isn't right."

"Then don't say anything," Olivia answered, her eyes flashing dangerously.

"I-" he faltered. Peter clenched his own fists angrily and flexed them before the sharp shooting pain in his burnt hand caused him to gasp.

"Peter?" Olivia asked, turning to him. Quickly he hid his hand as she turned around, looking at him.

"Peter, someone's coming," she whispered, pushing him. Quickly she shoved him behind a rock, so fast he reached out with his hand to touch the ground again, only to have it burn, this time, searing the skin so it bled just a bit. He gasped again, but Olivia put her fingers against his lips and he remained quiet.

Sure enough, wandering up the path was a lantern, glowing a soft yellow, bobbling along at a slow pace. The person carrying it was still too far off to decipher who or what it was, but Olivia and Peter remained still as the creature approached. As soon as it was nearly there Peter caught a glimpse that stopped his heart.

The person was badly burned; his face and arms covered with the deep charcoal scars that matched the one on his hand, running down his neck and into the brown garb it wore. Its head was misshapen and it appeared one side had been badly bashed in or had been completely removed. Slits for nostrils dominated the nasal area and shifty gold eyes held an expression beyond anything he could comprehend. Peter's breath became shallow and he could hardly tell if Olivia was breathing at all.

He stalled, standing right where they were in the shadows and Peter heard the blood pounding in his ears dangerously. His eyes locked with Olivia's, whose fingers were pressed softly into his cheek. Her eyes begged for his calm and for her own steady breath, which was shaking as she sat. Finally, just when the creature went to move away, it turned and stared directly at the rock.

"You can come out," the voice rang, in a sickly high melodic voice, "I know you're there. I won't hurt you, I promise."

Olivia and Peter remained where they sat, unable to move. The creature spoke again.

"I'm going to help you," the creature said, "I promise."

Again Peter and Olivia remained still.

"You're going to need my help."

Olivia peered out behind the rock to see the creature had a small twisted smile on its' demonic face. Olivia blinked and looked at it again.

"I know that if you two stay out here any longer the sulfur in the air will kill you," it said, holding out a charred hand, "I want to help you find what you're looking for."

"Why?" Olivia questioned, looking at the beast. It cocked its' head sideways.

"The saint and the sinner," it spoke, looking from Olivia to Peter, "Wear different names, play different games, share different fame. One has the vision of goodness the other put a spell of looseness. Saint gives all respect, no reason to condemn while the sinner is just a hero of a dramatic poem. There's no escaping fate, they're meant to meet one day and when they do, I'd dream to see them walking hand in hand."

The creature paused and looked at Olivia with wide, wise eyes before looking back at Peter. Peter, with a clenched jaw peered back at it.

"Come," it said, "There is no reason to fear."

Peter stood up and Olivia tugged at him. The creature looked at him before he began to move towards it.

"Peter," Olivia hissed at him, "What are you doing!"

"It's all right," the creature said, "I'm here to help. Come, we must be getting to the gate."

"Gate?" Peter asked, looking at its' face. Olivia crept up beside him.

"The Gate to the levels of hell, I suppose that' what your looking for," it cocked its' head to the side and watched them.

"It's what they were looking for."

"They?" Olivia asked. The creature nodded, "The living before you, they came to find that."

"And what happened?" Olivia asked.

"Come, I will tell you," It gestured to the road. Olivia walked behind it and Peter behind her.

"Do you know what happened to them?" Olivia asked, looking at the beast.

"I do not know, I led them only to what they wanted."

"And what was that?"

"The gates."

"What?"

"The gates," the creature repeated, "To the levels of hell."

"Dante's hell?" Peter quipped. The creature nodded.

"I myself am the gate watcher," The creature said proudly, "I guide lost souls to the gate and then they wander in."

"Why?"

"Well," the creature said, moving slowly, "They were sent here, so I just send them to where there supposed to go."

"We're looking for a device," Olivia said, "The one those others held."

"Ah, yes," spoke the creature, "I saw it when they came in, they where holding it tightly. I didn't see them come back out so I thought they were still down there, are they not?"

"No."

"Shame that is. As for the device, I can not tell you what has become of it, or who has it," the creature spoke, "But all I know is that you're going to have to go down into the levels of hell to get it back."

"Great," slurred Peter. The creature wheeled around to him, looking at his hand directly.

"I suggest you watch out," it whispered in Peter's ear, "Only people that belong here get burned. The soil has all ready got you."

Peter stared in disbelief at the thing. It had the blatant ability to tell him that he was going to hell. Well he knew it, but it was strange to actually hear it, from someone in hell. With a massive curse word on his lips he bit his tongue and stared angrily down at his hand.

Something inside him changed then. Something changed from his heart to his veins, in through his skin and leaking through his soul and into his mind. He didn't want to be this anymore. He didn't want to be charred anymore. His whole world had been an entire mistake and now, standing in a horrid place, with a horrid being, he wanted nothing more than out, to run from and leave completely. He wanted nothing more than to flee away. The feeling of uneasiness that he escaped so quickly in his mind suddenly settled in his lungs, being felt every time he took a breath, every time he spoke. He could feel the unsettling nightmare in his mind, and he was not happy.

He was going to get himself a resurrection, whether or not he liked it.


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