text: [Themes: horror, horror]
  
  You'd been holding back your tears and Dean and Paul lead you far, far away from the barb wired ring. You were sentenced to Hell, captured by two demons that seemed to be in love from what you'd observed, thrown into briars, and finally forced to kill three people cold heartedly. Could this day get any worse?! Oh that's right, Dean was also pissed off again. You were not looking forward to his wrath, but knew both you and Paul were going to have to face it whenever Dean finally stopped dragging you two across the underworld of Hell.
  
  You look at Paul again, wondering how he's feeling. Is he as scared as you are? He seems to wear a cool, blank face, as if nothing were wrong, but there was pain in his eyes obviously from the way Dean was grasping the hand so hard. You were sure he'd broke Paul's hand, from the awkward angles of the fingers in the hold, but Paul refused to say anything and just endured it. As you endured the painful hold on your arm that Dean had.
  
  The walk is almost silent, except your breathing which is coming down hard from practically running this whole time to keep up and prevent from being dragged. You'd never gone so long running. You'd never had to until now. You're lungs feel like their on fire and the hot air doesn't help. Every breath you take is like sandpaper against the lung walls. You feel like you're dying, but you know you can't stop. So you just endure as best as you can.
  
  Finally after another ten minutes, Dean leads the both of you into a room. Other people are in the room operating on someone else. Blood is pouring everywhere, and you're wondering if the person's still alive with it's chest wide open and that much blood loss. But you hear the groans, and realize they are. You look away feeling sick.
  
  "Fugite! Egredere!" Dean shouts. The demons operating suddenly scramble out of there and Dean releases both you and Paul, slaming the door behind them shut and locking it. The person strapped to the table groans and pleads for help but you're too nervous about Dean to notice.
  
  "Dagger now." Dean demands holding out his hand towards you.
  
  [Author's Note: You've won the three rounds of killing, taking Paul's advice and killing the last dude with Paul's knife. Where all the other demons didn't seem to notice and were happy about it, Dean seems to be suspicious and angry now. What happens now? Sorry it took so long to publish this. There's not many ways you can die in this round. This is more to progress the story. If you haven't played the other games in the series this might confuse you. Enjoy!]
  
  > tell him you don't have it
  You tell him you don't have it. He glares angrily and back hands you hard across the face. If your jaw hadn't been broken during the fight, it was now. Dean without hesitation then searches your pockets pulling out Paul's dagger. He observes it in his hands a moment before back handing Paul as well. Paul doesn't even flinch. He stands tall like a solider. He doesn't look afraid, not even in his eyes.
  
  You begin trembling a bit thinking of how you could end up on the operating table just like the guy next to you. You can't imagine the pain that guy's in, but you don't want to experience it. You don't want to even think about it.
  
  Dean paces back an forth a moment. Your eyes are glued to him, unlike Paul who simply stares forward as if there's not an angry demon pacing in front of his nose. You've never seen Dean so mad. Suddenly a loud yawn escapes you involuntarily.
  
  Dean turns on his heels at you, pointing a clawed fingered in your face threateningly. "You think this is funny, don't you?!" He growls in a deep demonic voice.
  
  > say "No."
  "No." you answer immediately. Regardless, Dean hits you a couple more times before turning to Paul. Dean starts yelling in the foreign language he had yelled at for the other demons. You listen closely and decipher it's Latin.
  
  Paul stands still as a rock staring forward, not even blink as Dean yells and paces around him like a predator would it's prey. Dean finally stops in front of Paul, who finally gives him eye contact. When Dean had stopped speaking, Paul paused as if to process it and think about his reply carefully. With measured words, Paul spoke softly and in Latin as well. Dean slaps him across the face again and goes back to pacing in front of both of you. He speaks more Latin and Paul replies, always in a very careful and considerate way.
  
  Finally Dean has heard enough and throws Paul to the ground. Paul lands on his back and stares up at the ceiling making no attempt to get up or move. Dean pulls out a knife wrapped in plastic and Paul briefly flashing his eyes on it before staring back at the ceiling, this time his expression unreadable.
  
  When Dean pulls the knife from the plastic you notice it's made of iron. You'd always heard iron burned demons like holy fire. Dean traces the knife carefully over Paul's skin and you can hear it sizzle from the burning he's undoubtedly feeling. You feel bad. Paul was only trying to help you.
  
  > say "Leave him alone."
  "Leave him alone." You say. Paul shoots you a hard glare to shut up and be quiet, but it's too late, Dean's already up and pointing the dagger at you now. You're starting to regret speaking out but you couldn't let Paul get tortured for something.... nice? If nice meant he'd given you advice and a dagger telling you to kill someone. Regardless, it just wasn't right. He'd helped you in your weakest moment and so you couldn't just turn your back on him in his weakest moment.
  
  "Hold your tongue now, or so help me, I'll cut it from you." Dean threatens. Paul moves to sit up, but the look Dean throws at him, makes him freeze again and just lay still. Dean turns back to you. "He got himself into this. I will deal with him first, then you. Wait your turn, human." Dean says waving the dagger near your throat.
  
  > say "He doesn't deserve torture. This is wrong."
  "He doesn't deserve torture. This is wrong." You say. "He was only trying to help me."
  
  Dean hisses angrily. "I don't think you understand just how serve this is." He replies with a growl.
  
  "Then explain it to me." You say not backing down.
  
  "Human, shut up!" Paul suddenly shouts from the ground staring at you with disbelief.
  
  "I'm only trying to help you!" You shout back at him now a bit confused. Why was he getting so pissed at you standing up for him? What was wrong with these two?
  
  "I don't need help. But if you don't shut up, I swear to Satan you're going to regret it." He says. Dean has been silently watching with a glare and a look of disapproval towards Paul. You stare in disbelief.
  
  > stay quiet.
  You stay quiet. The room goes silent a moment as Dean debates with something in his head. He stares at Paul and briefly his eyes flash on you, but then he decides against whatever he was going to say or do and turns back to Paul.
  
  "I need to know why." He demands in a low threaten voice.
  
  Paul doesn't answer immediately and this angers Dean. You look away when Dean pounces on Paul again. You hear Paul yelp in pain a couple of times but is obviously trying to hold it back with the strangled sounds emanating from the back of his throat. Guilt tugs at you again. You want to help him, but it's probably not the best idea.
  
  > say "Leave him alone."
  "Leave him alone." You say again. You don't have to look back to know Dean's glaring, but you do anyway. You meet the red eyes of Dean who is giving you such a harsh look that the thought 'if looks could kill' comes to your mind.
  
  "It's for his own good. He's in huge trouble for helping you." Dean hisses.
  
  > say "Why would he get in trouble for helping me?"
  "Why would he get in trouble for helping me?" You ask.
  
  "I don't have time-" Dean starts but Paul interrupts.
  
  "It broke the rules. Which is a one way ticket to Ammet for the both of us." Paul says. Dean glares but does nothing.
  
  > say "Who is Ammet?"
  "Who is Ammet?" You ask.
  
  "Shut up!" Dean threatens.
  
  "We might as well tell it, Dean. That's the price it will pay too if we are caught." Paul suggests. Dean glares at Paul a moment before sighing and then getting off of him.
  
  "You're not off the hook." Dean reminds Paul.
  
  Paul smiles at him teasingly. "Aren't I?" Dean mutters something in Latin before walking into the back room for something. You stand there waiting. "Ammet the Devourer is a breed of creatures in hell that devour souls whole. The only way to escape Ammet is for someone on the outside to kill it, of course it can only be killed on Earth, since nothing can truly die in hell. Meaning, if we got eaten, someone would have to go through the trouble of taking that Ammet to Earth and then killing it to release us. Not that anyone here would. We broke the laws." Paul explains.
  
  > say "How did you helping me break the law?"
  "Demons have their own laws. I can't explain it to you. You will have to ask Dean what's going on if you want to know. Since he's the master, only he can even tell you why you're here." Paul says. "Any more questions or should we go see Dean now?"
  
  > say "You said nothing can die in hell, so what happens when your soul is eaten?"
  "When your soul is eaten, your soul goes though the worse kind of torture imaginable forever." Paul says with a small weary smile. "It's the price for both the demon and human minion for breaking the law."
  
  > go see Dean.
  You and Paul go to see Dean now that everything has kind of been explained. Paul takes the lead and you fall in behind him. When you enter the room you notice that everything seems to have been thrown around. Dean's sitting calmly on a chair and is throwing his knife into the wall across from him and then retrieving it with a wave of his hand.
  
  "Having fun?" Paul teases.
  
  "You still haven't told me why you know." Dean reminds him.
  
  "We still have tests to do." Paul counters.
  
  "You." Dean says looking at you. You stiffen slightly, but hold eye contact with him. "How much do you trust me?"
  
  > say "About as far as I can throw you."
  "About as far as I can throw you." You say honestly. Dean smirks.
  
  "Wise." Dean says, then pauses as if considering something. "Stand right there." Dean points to the wall where he's been throwing his knife at.
  
  > stand in front of the wall without having to be asked twice.
  You stand in front of the wall without having to be asked twice. Paul looks over at Dean curiously but says nothing. Suddenly Dean flings his knife at you. You duck out of natural instinct.
  
  "Nice reflexs, but I didn't tell you to move." Dean says retrieving the knife with his powers. You stand back up about to apologize but you don't detect an angry tone in his voice. He still sounds calm.
  
  "Are you going to kill it?" Paul asks.
  
  Dean shrugs indifferent. "Maybe." Dean says. "We're going to play a game first. I'm going to say something you repeat it back, got it?"
  
  You nod.
  
  "91704." Dean says.
  
  > Continue
  "Now repeat it back." Dean says. "If you're wrong, you'll know shortly."
  
  > say "91805"
  "91805." You say. Dean's knife is suddenly hurled at you. You shut your eyes hoping you had the right number. The cuts into your shoulder and you cut out in pain.
  
  "That was wrong, by the way." Dean says.
  
  "You know, we're really getting off schedule." Paul says matter of factly from the doorway.
  
  "Sure are." Dean says just as matter of factly. "22657754312."
  
  > Contintue
  "Repeat." Dean says.
  
  "That was rather long for a human to remember...." Paul says quietly but doesn't interrupt.
  
  > say "26577645132."
  "26577645132." You say. You have a feeling it's not right. Dean throws his knife which makes a large slice along your temple. It bleeds a lot but you heard head wounds did that. Still it makes yo nervous.
  
  "Okay, we should go now." Paul says.
  
  "765907658744631526." Dean says.
  
  > Continue
  "I see what you're doing." Paul says to Dean.
  
  "I'm playing a game." Dean says but you watch them exchange a look and you can clearly see that this actually has nothing to do with you. Dean looks back to you. "Repeat minion." He says.
  
  > say "765907658744631526."
  "765907658744631526." You say. Both Dean and Paul look impressed.
  
  "That's right, but I still have to kill you." Dean says looking over at Paul as he does. They both stare at each other for a long time. It's like a test of dominance you note. Finally, Paul gives in and looks away.
  
  "I felt sorry for it." Paul says after a moment of silence. "I knew it couldn't pass the tests alone. No one can, Dean."
  
  "You did and so did I." Dean replies. "It's the demon way. It is not worthy."
  
  "Only you passed the tests." Paul counters."You helped me cheat on mine."
  
  "Prehaps it was a mistake." Dean says seriously.
  
  "Maybe, but the fact is, you choose me, and I choose it." Paul says looking back up at Dean.
  
  "Is that so?" Dean asks curiously.
  
  "That is so." Paul says. Then both eyes are on you. You're not exactly sure what's going on but you have a feeling it's good for you. Paul suddenly comes over to you and places his hand on your shoulder. You getnhot all over and then suddenly all the pain is gone. He has healed you. Dean watches, his face unreadable. He then sighs.
  
  "You'll regret this." He says before turning away. "Give it a name and let's go."
  
  You want to point out that you have a name, but you don't. Paul looks to you before saying, "Your new name is Logan. This is what you will answer by. Understood?"
  
  > Nod.
  You nod feeling as if Paul kind of just saved your ass. So Logan's your new name. At least until you could find a way out of hell. After that, Paul and Dean lead you back to their fire circle.
  
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