Published February 20, 2017 by

Memories of a Soul in the Underworld Chapter 18

Summary: Ethan is a soul doomed to spend eternity as a slave in Hell for reasons he can't remember. After centuries of torment he finally snaps and goes on the run from those who enslaved him. Can he escape and become more than a regular soul, or is he doomed to spend an eternity in The Underworld? 

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The Factory

After the pit.

Things returned to normal once they finally let me out of the pit. Well, as normal as things could be in that place. I would occasionally see shadows out of the corner of my eye like the darkness of the hole had somehow followed me out, but my tormentors soon found other victims to play with and lost interest in me.

For the very first time, Malcolm purchased a soul who was new to Hell, and Foreman readily took it upon himself to personally crush the poor guy's spirit.

"As part of your welcome to Hell party," said Foreman as he circled a young soul who looked not much older than myself. "We've prepared a very special surprise just for you, Freshy."

"Really? For me?" said Freshy with the most optimism I'd seen out of anyone in that place. "Oh, I do love surprises!" he cried in glee and clapped his hands.

"Tomboy! The tray!" ordered Foreman, and Tomboy waltzed into the room gracefully balancing an expensive silver platter on her right hand. There was a white cloth draped over the top to hide whatever exciting surprise that was waiting underneath.

"Happy day in Hell to you Newbie," Tomboy sang in a terrible high pitched voice as she slowly walked closer. "Happy Hell day to you pal, Happy Hell day dear Freshy, Happy Hell day to you!"

She brought it right before Freshy's eyes and cried "tada!" before ripping off the cloth to unveil a large furry caterpillar squirming around on the tray.

"Oh," said Freshy nervously like he didn't know how to react. "It's loverly. I think."

"Isn't it," said Foreman with a sick grin. "Now eat it."

"I beg your pardon?" said Freshy like he hadn't yet worked out what sort of sick place he was in.

"I said eat it."

"I'm sorry, I don't-"

"I said eat it," Foreman snapped. "Or is that too difficult for a dumbass like you to understand?"

I remember Freshy's eyes widening in shock as he slowly began to comprehend his situation. Even though it would harmlessly pass through his body in seconds, Freshy shook his head and nervously backed away.

"That Foreman must be going soft," hissed someone from amongst the looms. "I thought it would at least be a cockroach."

"Freshy, that lucky bastard," muttered Horseface as he shook his fist. "Why can't the rest of us have it that easy?"

Everyone sat there and silently watched as Foreman gleefully shoved the caterpillar down Freshy's throat. Freshy screamed for help, but I had learnt that no matter how much someone was suffering, it was best not to interfere. I had no desire to be Foreman's next target.

After that I did my best to blend in, but I still wanted to thank Skanky Legs for her help with the pit. Without her advice I may have lost my mind, but I didn't get a chance to speak with her until a few days later. We were all packing cloth into containers when I noticed her conveniently standing nearby.

"Hey," I whispered as I slowly inched towards her while trying not to look obvious. "Legs?"

She jumped in surprise like I'd caught her off guard. She quickly glanced around to make sure no one was watching.

"Girly Boy," Skanky Legs hissed. "Maybe it's not a good time to talk."

"I'll be quick," I hastily replied. "I just wanted to thank you for the advice you gave me before. Without you, I don't know what I would have done down there."

"You're welcome." She pleasantly smiled. I wondered why I'd never discovered such a friendly and helpful person until then. "If you need help with anything, you can always ask. Us souls have to look out for each other in a place like this."

"I did want to ask you one more thing." I leaned in closer so that no one could hear. "Is it true what you said about standing up to Foreman and his friends?"

Her face lit up for one moment, and her mouth curved into a smile, but then she quickly hid any hint of joy. "What about it?"

"It's just that..." I wasn't sure how to voice my feelings without sounding mad. "Sort of...also...think the same way."

Skanky Legs bit her lip and stared at me like she was trying to see right through to my thoughts. "Listen, if you ever want to know more about that, come meet me in the back storage room an hour after lights out. And come alone."

She pulled away to continue her work, but I quickly grabbed hold of her elbow to stop her from leaving. "Wait! Would it be alright if I brought one more person?"


"My friend, Anya."

"Who's Anya?"

"The girl with the long curly hair."

"The crazy one with the invisible friends?"

"No." I refused to call her by the terrible name Foreman gave her. "The other one with the high cheek bones."

"The other one? You can't possibly be talking about that suck-up over there."

Skanky Legs pointed to something over my shoulder, and I turned to see Anya chatting away with someone on the other side of the crates. It was amazing how she could get away with talking while the rest of us were working to death, but then she moved slightly to the left, giving me a clear view of Spots. It was too far away to hear what they were saying, but she was merrily chatting away with a smile on her face. Then she laughed so genuinely that it couldn't be fake.

"I'd stop being friends with that one if I were you," whispered Skanky Legs. I've seen plenty of people like that before, and you couldn't trust any of them."

"No, she's not like that. Anya's different."

"Really, how so?"

"We've been close friends since a long time ago."

"And you think that matters?"

"Of course it does, she's always had my back."

Skanky Legs let out a growl of frustration. "Wake up, Girly Boy," she hissed. "We're in Hell now, and people like that girl are willing to manipulate and use anyone to get what they want."

"No, you're wrong."

"Am I? Take a good look at her over there. Can you really trust someone who's so friendly with the people who bully and abuse us?"

Skanky Legs stood there waiting for an answer as Anya and Spots laughed together like old friends. Watching them like that was mortifying, and it reminded me of the days when Anya would fool around with Felix while I stood back and watched.

"I...I...I," I stuttered while trying to think of someway to defend her behaviour, but my mind went blank.

"We can talk more later." Skanky Legs patted me on the shoulder and turned to leave. "Until then, take care of yourself, Girly Boy. It would be a shame if you got into trouble before the real trouble begins."

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