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Chapter 22: Purgatory
Atasi’s heart slammed into max gear and she leapt to her feet as fast as she could. Her speed was
hampered a bit by the apparently solid ground beneath her feet crumbling with the force she applied to
it. It was as if the rock was Styrofoam or something similar and standing up fast was enough to shatter it
as if she was a powered up anime character.
In another context it might have been cool to experiment with, but given that she was presently on the
wrong side of what had been explicitly described as a hell gate, she understandably had other priorities.
Steadying herself on the barely stable ground she began to climb her way out of the crater she had
apparently gouged on impact. Each step was a struggle to get the ground to accept her weight without
shifting or collapsing as she slowly made progress. The air was also wrong. It felt like she was
submerged in some sort of ultra thin fluid rather than actual air. It felt like oil on her fur and skin and
she hoped it wasn’t messing up her lungs too much.
Female
She spun around looking for the voice but found nothing.
Soft
Mine
No Mine
Multiple voices, none comforting, joined in and Atasi started to feel something brushing against her. Like
spider webs on her limbs. She was very near panicking as she brushed herself off and slowly moved
onward back towards the all too distant opening she had been thrown through.
Take her
So pretty
Tear her flesh
No, her clothes
Ours
Mine
The feeling of being grabbed continued, not quite visible, not quite solid hands grabbed at her arms and
legs and started to pull at her skirt and her top. She swatted at the hands and found them mercifully
easy to brush aside as she moved. She was starting to find her footing and moving faster as she started
to get used to the weird physics of this place and its terrain.
Leaving
Stop it. grab it.
A surprisingly strong grip, relatively, clamped down on her ankles as she walked causing her to faceplant
into the strange rock. The ground cracked under her giving way with the force of her minor stumble.
She squirmed around kicking at the hands and brushing at other ghostly grabbers that were must more
insistently pulling at her clothing and pinching at her body.
Tear away
Let me see
“GET OFF” She gurgled out in the strange atmosphere and swatted away the groping appendages. She
staggered back up and hiked her skirt back up to where it was before the grabbing spirit things. She
hoped they wouldn’t get much stronger, since with their apparently large numbers she would have a
hard time fighting off stronger ones.
MINE!
A much louder voice sounded in her head, and she turned just in time to see a shadowy figure reaching
for her neck. With a yelp she twisted around to punch at it. Her sudden motion caused the ground to
shift and had her start falling, but her punch did land. She felt the impact with the thing’s face. then felt
its face collapse and seem to come apart as the shadow fell to pieces as she fell.
“Shit shit, get up get up” she scrambled up. The things were getting more numerous and she grabbed
onto the front of her shirt with one hand to keep them away from the buttons and used the other to
once again return her skirt to its proper place. The ones clearly attempting to strip her were bad
enough, but the others just added to it. She felt her skin poked and prodded. Occasionally a rather
painful pinch to her arms, legs, or even butt. She did her best to hip check or shoulder them away, but
she was feeling more and more weighted down and was starting to wonder if she was accidentally
breathing these creatures as well. She was making progress, but the pinches, gropes, and attempts to
undress her were getting harder to deal with. She stumbled once again when she felt what she was
certain were teeth on her neck, that then phased away.
“Dammit get OFF” She shouted as loud as she could in the strange air, “You are all the weak ones. The
strong ones already left, huh? Just the failures remaining?”
Failures?
No
NO!
Stop
Kill
Rip
It seemed she had touched a nerve. The things clearly didn’t like any comparison that made them seem
weak. This turned out to be a bit of a mistake as she found it was getting much harder to stand again.
the weight of all the things grabbing her make her feet scrabble on and kick through, the ground rather
than gain purchase on it. She kicked and squirmed trying to free herself but the sensations only left for
a moment at a time and always came back. The feeling of teeth on her skin was getting more pervasive
too, and she could practically feel the fabric of her clothing start to give with the constant tugging.
Ours, OURS
STAY STAY
She was crawling along now. She couldn’t stand anymore, and in this position at least she could keep
moving while warding off the things.
Mine
She was yanked by her backpack onto her side and quickly got dogpiled by the shadows. Her shirt was
quickly lifted, and she felt teeth and fingers on her stomach. Growling her anger through her panic she
swatted at them. easily clearing the shadows, but almost instantly they were followed by more,
apparently unending.
Pretty
Open her
Show me
She felt a bite on her leg that actually started to hurt, before she swatted at it and the influx of hands
only got more intense. It was a losing battle. She was still to far from the gate. and if she didn’t find a
way to get moving again she would become these things’ toy. About the only option she could see was
to stop trying to defend herself and fight them off and just go for it. Let them tear at her clothes and
grope her, so long as she could move she could still escape before she was completely overwhelmed.
She tug her fingers into the ground and got ready to force her way through when…
Light
Too much
INVADER
A blast of wind hit her hard, clearing the things off of her. She felt their hands and teeth fall away
leaving her, for the moment, unmolested. She tried to stagger up to at least a crawling position and
look around. The light in this place looked different, less green, and the now moving air felt less oily.
When she looked up she saw the watcher. Hovering inside the hell gate and maintaining her altitude by
flapping hard. The wind of her wings buffeted the entire area. It was intense on Atasi, and apparently
destructive to the landscape. The ground under her hands and knees was getting blasted away like a
rapidly eroding sandcastle. She tried to stand. Tried to get up and move, but walking on the ground now
was next to impossible, so she stuck to crawling. The watcher looked so beautiful now, even more so
than before. Sapphire blue and milk white fur, not hidden by anything, and at least in this place glowing
with a seemingly golden light. She knew at least that she would be safe if she got to the gorgeous
winged woman in front of her.
That is if the door didn’t close.
“THE GATE” Atasi shouted, trying to lunge forward on the failing ground. IT wasn’t just the wind form
the watcher’s wings, this whole place seemed to be very VERY opposed to the woman’s presence. It
was as if reality was retreating. The strange air was clearing, and all signs of the things from before were
gone, which was good. On the other hand the ground under her seemed to be dissolving as well and the
scar was slamming shut.
“Noo” Atasi fell again as a rock turned to sand under her weight, landing face down and flailing. She had
to move. Had to…. They would both be trapped here and.
“What the. AAAHHH” A sudden jerk yanked Atasi into the air. Someone very strong had grabbed her by
her pack and had lifted her up. she was hanging by the straps and dangling in the air. Her shirt fluttered
around wildly in the wind as she instinctively grabbed at her straps to avoid being dropped as she was
lifted.
She could do little but hold on tight as she was rushed towards the scar, slotting through the closing gap
already moving a lot faster than felt safe, and into the storage room beyond. She got but a glimpse of
the rubble and damage, and police officers milling around and gawking at her as they apparently were
not stopping. Much more of the building was collapsing and they could just fly up to the next floor and
then along through rooms above. How the Watcher managed to fly with such speed while keeping just
high enough to avoid having Atasi hit a desk, but low enough not to plow into the lights, was something
that Atasi did not want to think about.
Luckily, it was over fast, well at least that part was. The pair shot out through the collapsed wall of the
Medical Mechanica building and Atasi watched the ground fall away as the watcher gained altitude.
Atasi glanced over her solder at the woman carrying her, and saw nothing. Away from the strange light
of the sin scar the watcher was back to being just as totally invisible as she was before. Atasi would
have seemed to any observer to just be flying through the air unaided, or at most dragged along by a
magic flying backpack as she cleared the tree line and continued to gain altitude and speed.
“Ohh crap!” Atasi grabbed behind herself and gripped the watcher’s wrists for dear life. The woman
may have been invisible, but she was still there physically. She gripped tight to the watcher, focusing on
the warm and soft fur of her arms to try to remain calm, and closed her eyes to not see how high or fast
they were moving, hopefully the flight would be over soon.