Liliana didn't know how she ended up in this cold, dead cell. She had no clue as to where she was, or even who she was. The most she could remember was the amount of swearing she did and the feeling of a rag on her mouth.
"Hey, asshole, let me the fuck out of this cell, where the fuck are you, hey do you hear me?" Liliana screamed as she grabbed at the metal bars holding her cell together, wishing she could calm down. Deciding it would be a better use of her energy to check her newfound clothing that was placed on her, a white shirt, red baggy pants, a belt, and a pink and black jacket. Nothing major like a photo, jewelry, or weapon on her person, so she could rule out owning anything before that cloaked fucker took her from that nice island she remembered.
Although that raised a few questions in her mind, as she scratched her Auburn-colored hair, feeling how spikey it was. Like what was she like before this cell, did she have friends and parents, what happened to that nice little island? She had to escape this shithole and find out, as she proceeded to kick the bars, with all her might. Stopping only momentarily to look around, finding only an ungodly-looking toilet and a bed frame that was nowhere near sleep-able knowing damn well this psychopath wouldn't have tossed in a mattress.
"Come on, Liliana, you are a fourteen-year-old girl, trapped in a cell, and it's about fucking time to get out of this fucking cell, and fucking, beat the shit out of that asshole." Liliana wailed, as she grabbed the worthless bed frame, and bashed it against the bars until a snap could be heard, Liliana quickly glanced through the frame to see the bars of the cell were broken. A smile quickly rose on her face, as she tossed the frame to the side, well more so against the toilet, breaking the porcelain shitter, causing death to her living conditions, deciding it be better to explore, as she stepped over the reminding bits of metal still pointing upwards.
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"Ok, now that I'm free and that toilet is dead, it's time to figure out where I am, and what I can use to defend myself with?" Liliana said, as she looked down the long, dark hallway, walking slowly, her fist ready to punch anything in sight, thankfully the next couple of minutes were uneventful, just more empty cells, a few lanterns on the walls, and more hallway.
"At least I won't die of boredom!" Liliana said to herself trying to figure out more about all this, and herself. It was just odd, she probably did nothing to warrant some sick bastard taking her, and that means the guy just wanted to hurt her for some deranged reason. A few things she came to understand about herself, she had a foul mouth, like swearing felt so natural to Liliana, so either her childhood was growing up in a dysfunctional crack house, and she ran away, or she just loved to say fuck, shit, bitch, and other copious amounts of curse words like they were going out of style, she liked putting her arms behind her neck, for some reason it felt nice and the playful feeling her long hair brushing against her skin, was just a feeling of bliss for some reason.
The most she could remember of the island was this cute little raft that the spiky-haired boy, his "girlfriend" who looked almost like her, and this silver-haired teen had made. The weather was warm and comforting, and then it all turned black, as these black monsters attacked the place, and the hooded fucker came and took her ass to cell hell, and now she was here.
"Where did those other kids end up? Were they my friends, did I know them, or am I going fucking mental?" Liliana pondered, realizing the irony of her being trapped in what was probably some rundown nut house/prison. So she could take an educated guess that she was in another world, recalling the girl and boy talking about it, and that meant, there must be a way out of this place, and that meant could mean freedom.
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It had felt like an hour to Liliana as she continued to look at the dead cells, only to find nothing, no weapons unless she wanted to use another bed frame, and her mind continued to keep laughing at her for not grabbing the toilet seat or lip. But fuck no, she wasn't going near those unholy spawns of satan. Thankfully a door was straight ahead, which meant another ward, or hopefully the entrance. Besides, the bed frame would have been too big to fit through the small metal door anyhow.
Silently, Liliana opened the door, mentally swearing at the creaking sound of the door, hoping her kidnapper, wasn't near her, as she walked through, realizing that this was a laboratory, and judging by the tube, beakers, and surgical tools, this lab was using recently, so she could assume the fucker, was gonna cut her up and playing with her insides, the thought making Liliana want to vomit. Quickly holding back her vile, and grabbing a hack saw, like hell was she gonna be someone's meat puppet for their science class.
"Ok, got a weapon, and have made some progress, now what can I learn about my tormentor." Liliana uttered out, as she started combing through notes, and old books, which felt like mostly gibberish to the teen. The books were just some madman's ramblings about the human heart, and shit like transplants, and more medical shit. All those books did was put her more on edge, her fruitcake was gonna stuff her into someone else, or vice versa. Oh like hell was she gonna let that happen, tossing the hacksaw to the side, and grabbing a handful of knives off of a surgical table, hoping the knives would be more useful than a hack saw.
"God, why couldn't I have found a chainsaw." Liliama muttered, proceeding to look at a pair of bloody metal tables in the center of the room, not liking the feeling in her chest as she continued to look at the aftermath of something probably violent and fucked up.
"I see you found my laboratory, you were quite creative to use the bed as a means to escape your cell, I will admit, you're the first one to do that out of all my experiments." A voice declared, making Liliana jerk around in an attempt to find the source of the voice, only for no one to be in the room, her head snapping up to the ceiling, as cameras, speakers, and a sickening black substance was glued to the ceiling.
"Who are you? What the fuck do you want with me, you sick twisted fuck?" Liliana yelled, as she raised her fist against a nearby wooden door to the next room, knives held in between her fingers to make her strikes hurt the mysterious figure.
"My name is of no importance to you, Liliana Darkbloom! All you need to know is that you are the key to opening the door to the darkness, so know that you may run, you can hide, you may fight me, but I will open the door, and when I do Kingdom Hearts shall cleanse this world and every other world into darkness. So enjoy your freedom while you can, after all, you won't live long enough to enjoy it!" The voice said, making Liliana drop her knives and quickly grab at the doorknobs and violently turn the handle, running out of the room, like her fucking life was on the line, as the next room only had an odd device that looked like it had a ray of light in the red center.
"Fuck it!" Liliana screamed as she ran into the portal of light, sure she might die from this, but it was a risk she'd take, like hell was she gonna end up helping some psycho with a need for genocide?
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The first thing Liliana felt was the light burning as it felt like she was on fire, the light was hurting her skin, it didn't feel like the calming sunlight of the island, it felt like she was traveling through the very sun itself, at the speed of light. This wasn't normal, that psychopath must have done something to her, Liliana knew he must have done something to her if he called her his experiment.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck muffin." Liliana cursed as she felt herself moving faster through the light until she was sent flying out of the beam of light, and landed on something hard, quickly passing out from the pain, as her body felt like it had hit very hot, hard metal.
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"Hey, are you ok, hey kid, you gotta wake up." A voice called out to Liliana, as she opened her eyes closely, noticing someone was in front of her. Causing her eyes to dart open, and attempting to send a right hook at the unknown person in front of her. Only for her fist to be caught, as she jolted up onto her feet.
"Hey, easy I'm just making sure you're ok. Do you know where you are, are you hurt, what's your name?" The man asked Liliana, his tone was worried, and he didn't sound like her crackhead psycho, making Liliana take a breath and look at the man. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, black pants, and a pair of sneakers. He had blond hair and brown eyes. Liliana quickly patted herself down, as she watched the man grab something out of his car, so far she had a bad case of sunburn from this world's heat and an empty stomach. So outside of that, she was safe for now, the question was for how long?
The blond man returned a second later, with a bottle of water, a stick of jerky, and a half-used bottle of cream. Making Liliana look at the man silently, he looked ok, even if this was way out of her comfort zone if she even had one. Liliana quickly grabbed the water, and meat snack and consumed them like it was her last meal, probably in her opinion of the past few hours, as the blond man rubbed some of the cream against her skin, making Liliana goan momentarily from the stinging feeling.
"Hey, it'll be ok, just some cream with aloe vera to help with your sunburns. You look like you've been out here all day, my name's Ethan by the way, Ethan Winters." Ethan said, making Liliana feel a little more comfortable about being around the unknown stranger, even though she knew it was a stupid idea. But for now willing to ignore her stupidity, she needed the food, water and hopefully some answers, and Ethan didn't seem too bad of a person.
"Hello Ethan, do you happen to know where I am, and why my back feels like it was hit with a fucking sledgehammer?" Liliana asked, kindly handing the man her trash, as she quickly noticed the damaged car hood and silently cursed to herself realizing she must have fallen on the man's car.
"I guess I fell on your car, my bad."Liliana said nervously, feeling like a total dumbass, and a jerk for breaking the man's car and taking his food. However, Ethan didn't look angry, or nervous, continuing to be concerned about her. It was an odd feeling that Liliana didn't know what to do except ask the man.
"Why, aren't you mad at me, Ethan? I damaged your car?" Liliana asked, slowly lowering her head in shame. Only for Ethan to raise her head and give an honest look on his face. Making Liliana wonder what the man was gonna say, she wished she had kept that hacksaw or grabbed one of the fucking shitter seats.
"Well for one you're a kid, and I shouldn't be mad over you accidentally breaking something you had no control over. After all, I saw you fall out of the sky, and you looked hurt. So don't beat yourself up over my car, I make enough money to get it fixed after I'm done here. Besides, I don't even know your name yet." Ethan stated as he went over to his car, pulling out a half-melted popsicle from his ice chest, and handing it to Liliana.
"My name is Liliana Darkbloom, and thanks for not being mad, and for the food. So what brings you into this place, it looks like a shithole if you ask me?" Liliana said, quickly eating the melting orange cream treat, and honestly enjoying the moment. This was definitely making her day of prison and torment feel a tad bearable, but then again she still had the rest of the day to deal with, after all, she was in a new world, what could go wrong?