Hell's Angel, chapter 1
My name is Adriana, Captain of the Hell's Angel team.
Adriana Nicole Salazar, if you want the full name. I'm around 29 in Earth years, but in hell, I'm 321.
This is my story,
I was 5 when I became a Hell's Angel. It was 17-something, I don't remember the year anymore, but thats not the point. I was playing with my brother Samuel when it started getting dark. We were playing catch, when Samuel threw the ball further than he ever imagined. Sam said he was going to go home and get our coats so we could continue and I said I'd get the ball.
That was the last I ever saw of him.
I went looking for the ball, which was in the forest. When I found it, it was in a little clearing, with sunlight around it. I frowned. It was cold and dark outside the forest, but there was sunlight here?
I was about to grab it when two strong arms came, and grabbed me. I was kicking and screaming but the person who grabbed me paid no attention.
I tried to twist around to see who it was but there was a hood. I screamed loud when we started going down into the Earth. It got hot, hotter than I ever imagined. I was in pain, crying and screaming when we landed in a room that was cool. I gasped for air and stood up.
"Where am I?" I thought aloud.
A voice startled me.
"You are in hell, and I am the Supreme Ruler of Hell, Satan, King of Chaos, blah blah blah," Satan said in a bored voice.
"I didn't do anything wrong! I don't want to die!" I screamed, and started throwing a tantrum.
"Get up," Satan said. I got up slowly. there was something in that voice that had no mercy.
"You are here, child, because I wanted it. You are becoming a Hell's Angel, women made up of grit, determination, hatred and etcetera etcetera etcetera," Satan said.
"But...why? Why take me from my family?" I asked slowly.
He threw his head back and roared with laughter.
"Because I wanted it! You, with your too happy family! Disgusting! Anyways what is your name child?" Satan inquired.
"Maria," I replied.
"Maria? Eww. Your new name is..." Satan consulted his book. "Your new name is Adriana Nicole Salazar. Your occupation on Earth is a supermodel, you model for every designer and blah blah blah. Now Shoo!" Satan said and turned around.
A pair of arms grabbed me and lifted me up. By now I learned that I had absolutely no chance of escaping.
During the next few days were torture. I watched my family look for me, Samuel crying, my parents crying and my friend Sarah crying. I was crying too, for I hated my new life. We were forced to wear some 80's bike bitch mod squad ensemble. I felt like I was 5, but in hell, I was forced to grow up 20 years, making myself 25.
True to his word, I became a supermodel whenever I was on Earth. But I still hated it. I missed Samuel, who became the famous Samuel Adams. I was angry, mad that Satan took away my chance for living a peaceful, normal life.
But I couldn't dwell on it because Satan would know and whip me. Not hard, but to show who was in power.
300 years went by in Earth years, and I turned 29 on Earth. It was 2003, and I had an assignment.
Break up Michael Ryan Pritchard and his wife.
Adriana Nicole Salazar, if you want the full name. I'm around 29 in Earth years, but in hell, I'm 321.
This is my story,
I was 5 when I became a Hell's Angel. It was 17-something, I don't remember the year anymore, but thats not the point. I was playing with my brother Samuel when it started getting dark. We were playing catch, when Samuel threw the ball further than he ever imagined. Sam said he was going to go home and get our coats so we could continue and I said I'd get the ball.
That was the last I ever saw of him.
I went looking for the ball, which was in the forest. When I found it, it was in a little clearing, with sunlight around it. I frowned. It was cold and dark outside the forest, but there was sunlight here?
I was about to grab it when two strong arms came, and grabbed me. I was kicking and screaming but the person who grabbed me paid no attention.
I tried to twist around to see who it was but there was a hood. I screamed loud when we started going down into the Earth. It got hot, hotter than I ever imagined. I was in pain, crying and screaming when we landed in a room that was cool. I gasped for air and stood up.
"Where am I?" I thought aloud.
A voice startled me.
"You are in hell, and I am the Supreme Ruler of Hell, Satan, King of Chaos, blah blah blah," Satan said in a bored voice.
"I didn't do anything wrong! I don't want to die!" I screamed, and started throwing a tantrum.
"Get up," Satan said. I got up slowly. there was something in that voice that had no mercy.
"You are here, child, because I wanted it. You are becoming a Hell's Angel, women made up of grit, determination, hatred and etcetera etcetera etcetera," Satan said.
"But...why? Why take me from my family?" I asked slowly.
He threw his head back and roared with laughter.
"Because I wanted it! You, with your too happy family! Disgusting! Anyways what is your name child?" Satan inquired.
"Maria," I replied.
"Maria? Eww. Your new name is..." Satan consulted his book. "Your new name is Adriana Nicole Salazar. Your occupation on Earth is a supermodel, you model for every designer and blah blah blah. Now Shoo!" Satan said and turned around.
A pair of arms grabbed me and lifted me up. By now I learned that I had absolutely no chance of escaping.
During the next few days were torture. I watched my family look for me, Samuel crying, my parents crying and my friend Sarah crying. I was crying too, for I hated my new life. We were forced to wear some 80's bike bitch mod squad ensemble. I felt like I was 5, but in hell, I was forced to grow up 20 years, making myself 25.
True to his word, I became a supermodel whenever I was on Earth. But I still hated it. I missed Samuel, who became the famous Samuel Adams. I was angry, mad that Satan took away my chance for living a peaceful, normal life.
But I couldn't dwell on it because Satan would know and whip me. Not hard, but to show who was in power.
300 years went by in Earth years, and I turned 29 on Earth. It was 2003, and I had an assignment.
Break up Michael Ryan Pritchard and his wife.
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