Please note this is a guest entry. Don't judge poor potato for my bad writing.

26/04/2016 23:02:26 Wrote: [ -> ]

Actually, I will do exactly that. I've been wanting to try this for a while heheheh, finally I've got the invitation.

Hell Girl-1 chapter 1:

Sirens howled, a shotgun cocked.

A sign on the building said "Bank", and police cars with blasting sirens stood in a circle around it.

Overshadowing even this sound was the roaring sound of helicopter blades getting closer and closer.

"Come out with your hands above your heads. We have you surrounded." A male voice howled into the megaphone. "Or we will open fire."

A man with his hands on the back of his head made his way towards the police blockade. His teeth chattered.

He turned his head towards where he came from. "D-don't shoot. Please... Please don't shoot."

"Are you ready to surrender?" The megaphone howled towards the building.

Bang.

The asphalt was stained in a spray of blood, reaching all the way to the police cars, and the man sunk to the ground, bleeding from his skull.

"You're going to hell for this!" The megaphone man howled.

Bang.

"You didn't hit--" His voice didn't carry through.

The police officer threw the megaphone to the ground. A hole went straight through it.

"Open fire!" He howled.

Tens of policemen unloaded their shotguns and pistols into the facade of the building. Glass clattered to the ground.

A lady looked up at the window above her. The back of her shirt was covered in fragments of glass.

"Krrrzzt... Hell Girl, why the hell didn't you kill your mark like Ratface did?"

Bang, Bang, Bang.

She lifted her walkie talkie. "Sorry, Iron Pebble. Missed."

"Don't let it happen again, goody two shoes. You need your share too, don't you?"

Bang, bang.

"... Understood."

Bang, bang.

She gripped the black sniper rifle in front of her, and brought the tip of the barrel to the windowsill.

Through the scope, a helicopter revealed itself. The cross-hair hovered on the pilot. She took a deep breath. "Shoot to kill, April."

She squeezed the trigger

BOOM

The entire building shook so hard she lost the grip on the rifle, and it fell on the ground with a clank.

"What the..."

April felt the cold sweat soaking the back of her shirt. This couldn't be good. Not one bit.

She peeked over the windowsill and was met by an empty street still littered with empty police cars. She barely spotted the back of the helicopter two blocks down.

"Krrzztttttt – Run, Apri—AAHHHH!"

She grabbed her walkie talkie. "Iron Pellet? Are you there? Iron Pellet!... Ratface? You there? Anyone?"

"KRRRZZZZZ Judgment. Has. Come. Hell Girl. KRzzzt"

Her lower lip started to quiver and she set off in a sprint, targeting the roof.

"don't-come-for-me, don't-come-for-me," she quietly muttered to herself under her breath.

She reached the stairs, briefly looked at the stair leading down towards Iron Pellet's position. Gulp.

She darted up the stairs.

Clonk.

A metallic rattling followed the sound. Her blood froze to ice, every hair on her entire body would have stood up if they could.

She couldn't breathe but forced her legs to move up the stairs, despite every fiber in her body screaming for her to not move an inch.

Clonk. Rattle.

It was louder. It was coming after her.

Her legs moved on their own. Faster. Faster.. FASTER!

She found herself darting to the roof, slamming the door behind her, locking it with the key Iron Pebble had given her before they started.

She darted to the edge and looked down. 'Perhaps I can crawl'.

She took half a step backwards. The back of her head struck something hard. Her eyes grew wide.

Thick fingers wrapped around her head, fingernails digging into her forehead on both sides.

"Judgment. Has. Come."

Tears streamed down her cheeks. "P-p-please. I never hurt a-anyone. P-please, my brother, he will—"

"Your brother. Is. dead."

Rattle-Rattle.

The joints of a metal chain dug into April's throat.

"You. Are. Dead."

She felt the ground under her feet disappear, and the strain in her neck was nearly unbearable. She was moved forward, her feet hung three floors over the pavement.

"P-p-please, No!"

Rattle.

"Your Sentence. Is. Death."

The nails on her forehead disappeared, the rush of gravity returned.

Rattle-Rattle-Rattle.

The pavement whizzed towards her. "AAAAAAAAA"

Snap.

Darkness.

"You say you've never hurt anyone. That's a lie. Fifth grade. Bully. Punch in the face."

April tried to speak, but she couldn't utter a single word.

"He deserved it, of course. Just like the man in the train you struck for groping your butt."

"You may not have killed anyone yourself, but all evil needs is for you to do nothing."

"For guilt by association, I sentence you..."

"To Hell."