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Chapter 6 - Hangovers are a bitch. (especially in hell)

Ow.

That was really the only thing I could think of at the time, but seriously, OW.

Ever had a nail driven into your head, while also feeling both too hot, and too cold? With every slight sound resounding in your head, acting like a hammer to that nail?

That's just about what I was feeling then.

It's hard to really describe as anything but 'it sucks', the feeling of waking up on broken asphalt, while also feeling like your entire body is made of jelly.

'What the fuck did I do..?'

As I try to stand up, I am met with more pain. I'm pretty sure I'm moaning out in pain, but the ringing in my head is far too loud for me to care.

My next thoughts were as follows: something about how dry my throat feels.

Something about wondering if this was what being hungover felt like…

And wondering what the fuck those two assholes felt the need to be yelling about at this hour.

It was around then that my mind remembered that I'm in some kind of hell, and that those were some kind of monsters…

They seemed too distracted with their argument to notice me, at least for now.

But I had managed to get myself together enough to sit up, finally, and look around.

Same old desolation, same old ruinously fire graffitied buildings…

Next to me, there was one of those steel rebar things that they put in roads, and it would seem I passed out directly next to one.

I look at the rebar.

I looked back at the still far too loud argument.

I look around, noticing for the first time that, besides those two, there wasn't a single monster in sight. I look back at the rebar.

Then back at the fiercely hissing pair, then back at the rebar.

'Headache inducing problems require headache inducing solutions, the outcome is future me's problem' i thought as I reached for the rebar. Forgetting in the pain of their yelling, that I would soon be future me…

I grasped the rebar, pulled it out of the loose rock it was laying in, and went over to the closer of the two, that being, the tall squid thing.

I tugged on one of it's tentacles, and it stopped in it's screeching at the other one, and turned around and looked down at me.

It only had one second to look startled, but I had already started in my action,but when the screeching stopped, my mind cleared a bit, and I started to come to my senses.

As I tried to abort the thrust aimed for it's still open mouth, I missed by a hair, and the rebar instead plunged directly into it's throat, and out the other side.

viscous, black blood came pouring out of the wound, but as I watched it happen before my eyes, the creature suddenly flowed red, and was gone.

I head a thump behind me, as it seemed the poor squid guy I had just attacked for being too noisy, (god, I'm a terrible person…) had tried to teleport somehow, and only got a small distance before collapsing.

I felt sweat prickle on my back as I stared at the corpse slowly dissolve into red sparks, and the glare of the smaller humanoid thing direct it's glare at me.

I turned around, only to see the thing begin creating a bunch of red circles on the ground, while glaring at me.

Naturally, I turn around and start running away.

I don't bother to look, already preoccupied with prepping to get ripped in half or seared to ash or something, when I heard a multitude of howls and shrieks, kinds I knew all too well.

Even as my migraine started up again from the loud ass noises, I still half heartedly bent to pick up the rebar that I used to kill that thing…

As I bent down, I felt something extremely hot fly right above me, it continued its journey and crashed down a few feet a head of me.

I noted with some passive thought that I had gotten faster, but that probably important train of thought was derailed by the mounting fear of the situation at hand.

Despite my numerous deaths, I still don't like to do so, of fact, one might even say it's painful, and if they were to, I'd have to agree.

It's utter agony.

As my mind screamed in fear, I found myself dodging to the side.

The part of my mind that wasn't panicking was in awe, wondering where the fuck this luck had come from.

Though, my luck was soon to run out, as in my focus on running, I hadn't focused on where exactly I was running to.

This became an issue when my foot landed on air and my face landed in lava.

See, the pool of lava in the center is inside a bowl like crater in the ground, it has a bit of a cliff around it, that makes it harder to notice of your not watching your surroundings.

Which I was not…

That of course leads me back to my recounting of these events, and the analysis of the event.

First, my stats.

- - -

[Mission: Find the Slayer]

[Mind: - 24.8%]

[Map: - 2%]

[Mutation: - 54.5%]

[Magic: - False]

[Malice - False - 1.2%]

- - -

A lot of things.

One: how the actual fuck did my Mind get to 24??? It was at 1% the last time I checked..

Two: Malice. I remember a timer starting, and then nothing but red. I also remember it being called 'Berserk state' or something? So maybe my Malice was drained to fuel that state? I could be wrong, but I'm not really complaining.

Three: where the fuck did my Map progress go. I don't even have a hypothesis for this one, and I don't really know how to test it…

So let's put it on the mental pin board labeled 'what the fuck'.

Finally: Mutation. There must have been some kind of error with this one. Last I checked I had 5.2% not 54.5%!!! Either A, that guy I killed was worth a lot of Mutation points, or B, that 'Berserk State' was a lot more literal than I thought… either way, I don't really know how to feel about it.

It's kind of like that feeling you'd get after getting paid a lot for the first time, you don't really expect it, you think your dreaming, or hallucinating, or something, but there is also like, this shock running through you veins.

I can't really say I'm complaining, even as I get dragged back to that place, I keep thinking, instead of trying to dodge the guy that has always attacked me at the beginning of each reset.

Only as I glance up, I don't see a shell guy about to attack me, no, I see the angry shell guy that watched me kill the poor squid fella.

I just, kind of stood there in shock, as I watched it start summoning portals of red.

I think, did something wrong…

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