Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 24, 2008 14:13:47 GMT -8
Urban legend suggests that there exists a website which can be used to seek revenge against ones adversaries. An enigmatic figure by the name of Hell Boy exists as the dealer of this retribution. All one must do is enter the person's name on a website and agree to the terms on the contract. It is a contract that will result in your descent to hell upon your death. One might call it a case of “an eye for an eye.” For one to send an enemy’s soul to hell, it takes a sacrifice of equivalent significance to complete the deal. Once a deal is made, a seal appears on the person's chest, marking them until death.
Each vengeance is carried out in unique methods that serve to drive the victim insane by targeting their deepest fears. Their death is always the same though; they are ferried to hell by Hell Boy, otherwise known as Nethiel Caine…
A young boy by the name of Jimmy Manchester sat in front of the computer screen. It was late at night, and no one in the household was awake but him. His father had passed out in a drunken stupor, his mother unconscious on the couch after a particularly brutal beating.
“Come on,” he whispered to the blank screen of the browser, clicking refresh, but still, it remained blank. “Please… please work.”
Seconds ticked by, the clock hand turning closer to midnight, and the boy gave up. His eyes squeezed shut, breathing labored as he realized it was nothing more than a legend. He’d been so stupid.
The clock struck midnight. And the screen bled black.
The boy opened his eyes, only to be startled by the sudden site before him. It was true! There was no hesitation as he moved the mouse over to the text box, “I shall cleanse thy bitterness away.”, and typed a name inside.
John Winchester.
And then there was nothing but a spinning hourglass, and a black screen. Jimmy slumped in his chair, blinking. He couldn’t believe he’d just done something like that. It couldn’t be real. He couldn’t have just condemned his father to hell…
For a moment a shadow crossed over the screen, a tall figure reflected in the black page. Jimmy spun around, to find no one hiding in the shadows of his room. Another turn and the screen was blank again. …What?
There was a faint rustle. And then, “I have received your request.”
The voice… was dark, blending in with the shadows. The type of voice that sent instant chills down Jimmy’s spine. He spun around in his chair again, eyes wide, hardly able to breathe over his fear.
“Who.. What..?” he gasped, trying to back his chair up only to find the desk was in his way.
And then a figure stepped out from the shadows, a seamless transition. It was the tall, imposing figure he’d seen in the screen. A boy.
“I am Nethiel Caine,” the boy said. He was unnaturally still, even as the boy in front of him was trying to get away.
Jimmy froze, staring at the boy in horror. “Hell… boy…?”
Nethiel merely extended a hand, which held a small straw doll, a red ribbon tied around it’s neck. “Take this.”
Jimmy, with shaking hands, took it from him. One didn’t want to offend Hell Boy, did they? “I…”
“If you really want to take revenge,” Nethiel went on, his voice careless, but there was a distinct not of warning in his voice, “You may pull that red string.”
Jimmy looked down at the doll, still fearful, but yet wanting revenge against his father.
“If you pull that red string, a contract will be made with me. The person you wish revenge upon will be taken away into Hell.”
“Pull this?” Jimmy reached up a hand, slowly, and took the string between thumb and forefinger.
“However…”
Jimmy looked up, startled.
Nethiel hated this part, the warning. It would be so much easier to just do as he wished and take both of their souls, but no. They had to know the fine print, or else it could be fought. This way, if they pulled the string, there was no getting out. They were his. “Once the revenge is dealt, you are required to pay the compensation.”
“Compen…?”
“When a person is cursed, two graves are dug. When the contract is complete, your soul will be bound for hell. Upon your death, you will not be able to go to heaven. Your soul will suffer pain and agony, to wander for all eternity.”
Jimmy looked back down at the doll, hesitant.
Nethiel smiled faintly, a cruel curving of the lips. “The rest is for you to decide.”
And then he melted back into the shadows, disappearing into darkness in an instant. And little Jimmy was left alone, with a half-dead mother, and a drunken father. And a decision.
The rest is up for you to decide…
Each vengeance is carried out in unique methods that serve to drive the victim insane by targeting their deepest fears. Their death is always the same though; they are ferried to hell by Hell Boy, otherwise known as Nethiel Caine…
A young boy by the name of Jimmy Manchester sat in front of the computer screen. It was late at night, and no one in the household was awake but him. His father had passed out in a drunken stupor, his mother unconscious on the couch after a particularly brutal beating.
“Come on,” he whispered to the blank screen of the browser, clicking refresh, but still, it remained blank. “Please… please work.”
Seconds ticked by, the clock hand turning closer to midnight, and the boy gave up. His eyes squeezed shut, breathing labored as he realized it was nothing more than a legend. He’d been so stupid.
The clock struck midnight. And the screen bled black.
The boy opened his eyes, only to be startled by the sudden site before him. It was true! There was no hesitation as he moved the mouse over to the text box, “I shall cleanse thy bitterness away.”, and typed a name inside.
John Winchester.
And then there was nothing but a spinning hourglass, and a black screen. Jimmy slumped in his chair, blinking. He couldn’t believe he’d just done something like that. It couldn’t be real. He couldn’t have just condemned his father to hell…
For a moment a shadow crossed over the screen, a tall figure reflected in the black page. Jimmy spun around, to find no one hiding in the shadows of his room. Another turn and the screen was blank again. …What?
There was a faint rustle. And then, “I have received your request.”
The voice… was dark, blending in with the shadows. The type of voice that sent instant chills down Jimmy’s spine. He spun around in his chair again, eyes wide, hardly able to breathe over his fear.
“Who.. What..?” he gasped, trying to back his chair up only to find the desk was in his way.
And then a figure stepped out from the shadows, a seamless transition. It was the tall, imposing figure he’d seen in the screen. A boy.
“I am Nethiel Caine,” the boy said. He was unnaturally still, even as the boy in front of him was trying to get away.
Jimmy froze, staring at the boy in horror. “Hell… boy…?”
Nethiel merely extended a hand, which held a small straw doll, a red ribbon tied around it’s neck. “Take this.”
Jimmy, with shaking hands, took it from him. One didn’t want to offend Hell Boy, did they? “I…”
“If you really want to take revenge,” Nethiel went on, his voice careless, but there was a distinct not of warning in his voice, “You may pull that red string.”
Jimmy looked down at the doll, still fearful, but yet wanting revenge against his father.
“If you pull that red string, a contract will be made with me. The person you wish revenge upon will be taken away into Hell.”
“Pull this?” Jimmy reached up a hand, slowly, and took the string between thumb and forefinger.
“However…”
Jimmy looked up, startled.
Nethiel hated this part, the warning. It would be so much easier to just do as he wished and take both of their souls, but no. They had to know the fine print, or else it could be fought. This way, if they pulled the string, there was no getting out. They were his. “Once the revenge is dealt, you are required to pay the compensation.”
“Compen…?”
“When a person is cursed, two graves are dug. When the contract is complete, your soul will be bound for hell. Upon your death, you will not be able to go to heaven. Your soul will suffer pain and agony, to wander for all eternity.”
Jimmy looked back down at the doll, hesitant.
Nethiel smiled faintly, a cruel curving of the lips. “The rest is for you to decide.”
And then he melted back into the shadows, disappearing into darkness in an instant. And little Jimmy was left alone, with a half-dead mother, and a drunken father. And a decision.
The rest is up for you to decide…
