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BlisteredBlood

The Crucified Angel
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On a new network, banned from regular TV but picked up as a pay per view subscription for the truly depraved or needing something more from reality TV, the pilot of the first show named "Escape From The Mouth of Hell" has aired. The concept for this show is to place the contestants in the most absolutely insane of challenges, ranging from bizarre traps to the most fatal ones. Since the pilot aired, it was viewed by nearly 30 million people, all of them asking for more and more. Despite it was still not acceptable for the major audience, it was then instead bumped into the cable networks, right in between HBO and Showtime. The air times ranged from evening to late night into the early mornings, where the largest of audiences were targeted.

The network's name? Snuff Television. Death 24/7, 365 days of the year, each hour or half hour dedicated to the permanent elimination of any person deemed either unfit or condemned in normal society. There was no need of overused commercial breaks, but hey. Someone's gotta pay the bills for the stuff this network puts on the air in order to entertain the masses. The best part of all this? There was limited ways to escape the deadly traps, no holds barred, and the trust factor between the contestants was extremely limited. Sometimes, a fight to the death was seen, very often resulting in the deaths of one person. The few occasions that this scenario didn't occur was when the contestants made it to the end of the game, despite the fact they never made it out unscathed or as in one instance, both contestants were either killed by the other or both were killed by the traps. All because they didn't know the rules of this game.

In this latest episode, two new contestants were unfortunate enough to have signed on the dotted line to become part of this show. Let's watch.

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23-year-old Vincent Cooper slowly came to inside of a warehouse, drenched completely in darkness and groggy due to him trying to work off a nerve agent that knocked him senseless. But then again, there wasn't any needlemarks on his 6' 6", 320 pound muscular frame and there was no drug that could make him wake up with his head aching harshly. The only thing he could feel was metal pressed against his back and biting into his wrists and ankles and groaned quietly as he tried shifting around, wondering just the hell was going on. As he tried to gather some resemblance of consciousness, his eyes blurred a bit as he attempted to peer through the darkness, making out what appeared to be a forklift holding up a large box some several feet in the air.

Still, Vincent once again gave a slight jiggle of the chains he was shackled to then looked back behind him and spotted a series of pipes he was chained to. "The fuck...?" He muttered quietly before looking upwards then called, "Hey! Someone there?!"
 
Naomi woke up with a monstrous headache. The surface she seemed to be laying on was hard and rough. She ran her hand along the surface lightly and pulled it back quickly due to a splinter, though the quick motion caused even more pain since she scraped her knuckles on her new very low roof. She pulled out the splinter and sucked on her knuckles while her eyes adjusted to the dark. She still couldn't see, since the seams of this wooden box were so tight. After a minute or two of assessing the situation, she heard a voice in the distance. She couldn't make out what the voice was saying, but if it was friendly, perhaps it could help her. "Help!" She shouted. "Somebody get me out!" She started banging against the box with her uninjured hand. It rocked a little when she hit it, but she figured that it was just the box starting to give. She hit it harder, making it rock so much until it finally fell. She knew that she had made a huge mistake once it started tipping more and more by itself. As it fell she screamed at the top of her lungs and hit the ground with a great crash. The box did break, but she felt that something else had too. She checked herself to make sure all was in place, only to find that her right arm was bent in the wrong direction at the elbow. She cried out in pain and started sobbing while holding her arm, then she started to crawl out of the wooden rubble to try and compose herself. "Please help..." she pleaded through her sobs.
 
When Vincent heard the voice a woman, probably young from the sounds of the screams generated, it gave him a sense of hope under the circumstance that someone was here to get him out of this predicament, but it seemed as though that she was stuck somewhere as well. As he continued to see his way through the darkness of the room, it seemed as if it was coming straight from the box itself.

"Don't try to move!" Vincent called up to her as he then tried to pull at the shackles, but felt that the pipes he was chained to weren't giving any surcease whatsoever. "Dammit! What the fuck is going on here?!" He grumbled as he looked from side to side, trying to figure how to break himself out of this. However, his words went unanswered as he then saw the box tilt at a sharp angle then fall to the floor, smashing open and releasing the woman from her cramped prison, possibly injuring herself as well.

"Fucking hell..." Vincent winced as he watched her try to pull herself along with her uninjured arm. "Hey! Can you get up over there?! If you can, hurry up and get over here! I'm chained up to these pipes!" He added, wondering if she could.
 
She looked over in Vincent's direction and looked back down at her broken arm. She managed to stand up, using her good arm to pull herself up and walk over to him, not moving too fast so she didn't disturb the broken join until she could fashion a makeshift splint. "It hurts..." she said as she approached him. She looked at his predicament and wondered why she couldn't have been here instead of in that damned box. She'd still have use of her arm at the very least. "What am I supposed to do?" She asked. "I can't break chain." She looked around for a key or something to try and free the man, but the immense amount of pain in her arm mussed up her focus.
 
When Vincent saw Naomi come closer to him, he could see the visibly broken arm of hers, noting at how awkwardly it was bent. It wasn't as if he wasn't on the receiving end of those a few times in the past, for he was. But he hadn't recalled a time in which his elbow was displaced like that.

As he continued to look about, a distorted voice would then boom out over the loud speakers in the room.

"Hello Naomi and Vincent, and welcome to the world that you have sought to become a part of. This, as you have no doubt begun to realize, is but the first step you must take as a tandem. The challenges you will face tonight will no doubt involve some sort of sacrifice in a small manner, but the sacrifices each of you make could be costly. We begin tonight with an initial test of trust on the part of Naomi." It began.

"Behind you on the box, are the two key implements you can use to your advantage. One of them will free Vincent from his shackles of his current predicament while the other 'key' will release him from his mortal coil. You will find them laid out before you once you have turned around and see those two implements for yourself. But be warned. You will both need each other in order to survive, but do know this. There is more to you than you can ever imagine. The next clue will be waiting for you in the next room." It added, much to Vincent's dismay when he heard about the other key.

With that, the voice clicked off and left the two in in the eerie silence while Vincent glanced up at Naomi with a wide eyed look.
 
Naomi looked behind her for the two keys that were mentioned and saw that they were a fair bit away, making her only able to see the box. She started walking toward it, using the focus she had on the box with the keys to pop her arm back in to place. Though she was distracted, she still let out a rather ear-splitting scream. She managed to will herself to her feet once more and continue on to the box. She noticed the key first, but the other "key" made her eyes widen. It looked like a rusty steak knife, clearly marked to show that this was what the strange voice was talking about. She hid it in her pocket as best she could then headed back with the key to the chain, her arm hanging limply at her side. With still tear-filled eyes, she unlocked the chain and looked away from Vincent without saying a word.
 
It was hard to imagine what was going through Vincent's mind at that point. The other key that guy eluded to could've been anything, ranging from a gun, a bat or something even worse: A diseased syringe that contained a lethal overdose of a certain drug that was guaranteed to put him out of his misery. Whatever the case may be, Vincent had to mentally prepare himself with his eyes closed and his body tense.

Within a few minutes, that silence was instantly cut short the second he heard Naomi's arm pop back into place as well as an eardrum-shattering screech of pain. In truth, it had the same consistency of fingernails on the chalkboard, causing him to grimace and fidget on the ground while opening his right eye slightly to look up at her. As hard as it was for him to regain his focus after something like that, Vincent steeled himself for the choice she would soon make with his eyes closed.

Instead, all he heard was the locks being picked and ultimately unlocked, freeing him without incident. Slowly, Vincent rose, rubbing his wrists and his arm a bit merely out of habit before looking over to her. "You alright over there?" Vincent asked in a genuinely despite mildly concerned voice.
 
Naomi used Vincent to balance herself after she had unlocked him. "A splint..." She said weakly. "I need a splint." She was on the verge of passing out from the pain, but considering the situation, she knew what passing out would get her. At this point, she would probably end up inside something worse that a box that was ten feet high. "If anything, please hold me up. My head's getting fuzzy from the pain." She hoped he would help. If not, she might come to use that second "key" sooner than she would have dared thought. She placed her good hand on the pocket where she kept it, almost as if to make sure it was still there.
 
"Splint?" Vincent asked, his mind clicking back into place for a moment as he then felt himself, wondering what he could possibly use for such a thing. "Uh, yeah. Lemme see what I use." He added as he slowly sat Naomi down on the ground for the moment as he walked over to the broken remains of the box she popped out of, eventually finding an appropriately size piece of wood then headed back over to her.

"I dunno what to use as a sling, but at this rate, I don't care if I gotta use my shirt to keep your arm up." He explained, looking at her directly in the eyes. With that in mind, Vincent reached for his shirt then pulled it off and laid it down on the floor for a moment. What this called for was to make a three-part sling, one that held Naomi's arm upright, another that cradled her arm while the other was wrapped securely around both the broken piece of wood and her arm.

With that in mind, Vincent set to work immediately, tearing three four-finger length strips of fabric, adorning Naomi with one fabric and tucking the piece of wood under her arm. With the next strip, he stretched that under the piece of wood and looped it behind her neck. With the final piece, Vincent tore that strip and then began to loop it around her arm and the piece of wood then tied it off snugly and securely.

"That isn't much, Naomi, but it'll have to do for right now until we can get you to a hospital." Vincent said after the task was completed mere minutes later.
 
Naomi managed to crack a smile as Vincent helped her with her arm. She winced a few times when he manipulated her in a way that gave her a small jolt of pain, but all in all it felt like something she could ignore for now. "Thanks." She said timidly. "Hopefully we can get out of here soon to do just that, but judging from that voice there's probably more than a high box and a pair of handcuffs to set us back tonight." She looked around through the darkness to see if there was a door or something that might lead to an exit. All she saw was a glowing exit sign in the distance, that probably meant it was some sort of trap, or maybe it was a signal to continue on with the game the strange voice seemed to be playing. "I see an exit sign over there." She said to Vincent. "Maybe it really is a way out?"
 
To help steady her balance, Vincent stuck close to Naomi by looping an arm around her back then matched his strides with her own as he guided them both over to the exit sign she mentioned. "I hope you're right. Last thing I think anyone of us wanna be a part of is this shit for any longer than we already are." Vincent answered with a nod of his head.

But before he decided to just open the door and rush in, logic told him to hold back for a moment and inspect it closely. Vincent would then slowly break away from Naomi and pointed at the ground. "Wait here. I'm gonna check it out." He whispered to her before turning his attention to the door.

As he drew closer to it, he could then see a giant question mark painted in red on the door, getting a confused reaction out of him. Still, he slowly reached his hand over to the doorknob and gripped it carefully, unaware of what to expect. With a slow twist, he then then opened it then pushed it. However, the odd thing of it was, the door didn't open like it was supposed to.

"The hell...?" He muttered as he shoved at the door again, still getting not give from it. With that, Vincent shoved at it again, this time a little more roughly a few more times before finally pushing through.

The next sound that was heard was the sound of a zip cord being pulled then whipped through metal with a clank resounding in the distance, causing Vincent to jump back and duck behind the doorway.

Luminescent lighting would then turn on, giving this room an eerie ambiance. The floor was checkered with black and white squares, fairly reminiscent of what appeared to be a kitchen of a restaurant minus the things that would make it one. Vincent thought he had seen this sort of thing before in some movies, but once more, the logical side of him said that he needed to be careful with this. There was no telling what would be in store for them this time.

On one of the white tiles, Vincent spotted more red lettering on the floor, saying the words, "The path for two begins here." With that in mind, Vincent looked at Naomi and then asked her to come forward.
 
Naomi came forward, clutching her arm in its makeshift sling then looked around, focusing eventually on the checkered floor. She shivered in fear, recognizing this kind of trap from horror movies she's seen in the past. "The trap is in the floor. I think stepping on the wrong tile triggers it, a pretty classic horror movie trap." She said, her left hand clutching Vincent's shirt for a feeling of security. "But is it the white tiles or the black tiles that are the trapped ones?"
 
Vincent glanced around in silence for a moment before shaking his head in confusion. "I'm not really sure. Sometimes they do really weird shit like this." He said before looking ahead of him as he then wrapped an arm around Naomi's back to keep her close to him.

After about several minutes passed, their answer would soon be revealed to them in the form of the same voice booming out to them, sounding much like it had the first time when they arrived in this god forsaken hellhole.

"Welcome to your first challenge, Naomi and Vincent. I trust that you have now become aware of your new surroundings, considering that this place may become your tomb. But if you listen to these instructions, then you may both walk out of this place with your lives." The distorted male voice began.

"As you are no doubt aware, the floor in front of you does present an odd problem, judging from the looks on your faces. However, all I can tell you is that in situations such as this, there is always the right path to solve a problem. But be careful. The wrong path can lead to your untimely end." It added before everything went silent.

But for an odd moment, the male said one more thing to them in a hushed voice. According to Vincent's ears, it sounded as if it said follow your heart. Vincent shook his head in confusion for a moment as he thought about this. The fuck did he mean by that? He thought as he then glanced about the room once more.
 
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