You breathed in and out once you awoke to unforgiving view of the church that Abel kept you. Bodies of the followers that stood behind to protect you hung by their ankles with mangled faces and singed skin, with blood dripping down on the wooden benches that stood in each row facing you. This was no place of worship anymore; this was a place of pure grotesque. The sidelines from what you could see were crazies that followed Pinkamena, praying in a chant that was unfamiliar to you, but gave off that ominous touch of horror that made you realize…something was off. Something was really off.

It later dawn upon you that you realized that you were crucified with rope to the giant statue of Celestia, facing the entire area of the worshipping grounds. You struggled to get free, but sadly you fail. You began to panic when the sounds of the crazies’ chanting increased in volume, becoming nothing more than a din of cacophonous auditory agony.

“The ceremony is about to start,” Pinkamena’s voice froze you in place as she slowly looked ahead at the two doors of the entrance opening wide. She walked in, this time with her patient outfit not covered in blood. Beside her were the Mad Warden and Tall Man, her perhaps last two loyal lieutenants to these maddening individuals that spoke nonsense that drove your mind mad.

The ceiling above your hood shook causing some small pebble size debris to fall onto the ground. The short tremor caused Pinkamena to groan before staring back up at the ceiling with an annoyed expression. You listened closely and could hear gunshots, already knowing the Black Coats were cleaning away any in their path. It was going to be a matter of time before they reached this unholy area.

“They want you too, huh? Abel had you, but it was a good thing we intervened right? At least we were able to intervene on his plans, right? Now you are all mine.” Pinkamena said, walking towards you. She rested her palms against your stomach before looking up with a soft smile, “Don’t worry, this ceremony will be completed soon.”

What did she mean about this ceremony? What special purpose did you have in this world? Why did she wanted you—no—why was she so obsess with you? Soon, the place shuck again, and the only one who grew annoyed by this was the Mad Warden that was giving you a cold-hearted glare. You could feel the animosity leaking off from those glinting orbs upon a sick-minded man. Something was beyond wrong with him as there was with everybody in the facility.

It struck you then from there that you were nothing more than waste to him, but waste for the fact Pinkamena was obsessed with you instead of him. As of Cain, the Mad Warden hated you for that one purpose. You were special and he was not.

But why were you so special? You were waste really.

“Shall we begin?” The Tall Man asked, looking at you with a calm expression.

“Of course, of course,” Pinkamena answered, walking to the center of the walkway, “My followers! Today’s the day where the gate of Paradise shall be open! Finally, after our long walk through this painful pilgrimage , after our terrible encounter with the outsiders deemed heretics and sinners, and after such calamities of those we loved being swept away by the incarnates of Abbadon. Today is the final day! The Arc has been brought before us and it is us who will aboard it and be off to Paradise!”

Her voice was that of some preacher and those that followed behind her praying, were raising their voices further in their cacophonous chant. You started to slowly panic, trying your best to get loose of the rope bounds, for you could feel it. That terrible feeling of danger was already before you, but clear and visible. If those Black Coats didn’t get you, these mad people would and surely it would be worse than a bullet to the head.

“My followers, Paradise awaits!” She yelled, pulling out a chief’s butcher knife that was tucked underneath her shirt. Your heart began to race as she slowly approached you with her sick traditional grin. “Paradise…will be…,” When she gotten close, she raised her blade in a stabbing position aiming it at your chest, “Open!” She yelled swinging it down.

Suddenly, the tremor from above was felt again, but this time strong to the fact, an explosion came off from the entrance and windows. The sudden shock and awe took the woman before you by surprise, sending her to the side with a painful grunt. However, for you, the statue of Celestia was not strong enough for such an explosion that hit in omnidirectional proportions. You gasped and yelled as the statue fell to the side, breaking apart and shattering into pieces. You were free, but left with a large sharp piece of rock lodged in your right wrist.

You did not have time to worry about the bleeding wound or the pain racking in your back, you had to get out of the place before more trouble arise. Another explosion set off before gunshots behind you were heard. Survival instincts kicked in when you rushed forward spotting a window before you that led outside.

“No! You can’t escape!” Pinkamena yelled, causing fear to further once you felt her anger rise. It was now or never and hopefully would this leap not be a leap off a two story drop. When you jumped, you felt another powerful force collide against your back, pushing you not only through the window, but over a sharp metal pointed fence with saint engraftments. You yelled before crying out in pain once you collided against the dirt with your enemy.

You looked around to find yourself in the back of the church where a sewer passage was seen that could probably be your gateway out of this god-forsaken place. You soon turned your attention to the man that tackled you, being no other than the Mad Warden himself. Aside from the pain coming down on your back from the fall and blood leaking out from your wrist, which the piece of sharp stone was stuck in, you were having difficulties standing up.

“You son of a bitch, you filthy son of a bitch!” he hissed, getting up to his feet with a bit of difficulty. You noticed that he fractured his left wrist but was holding his baton on the right. “I’m gonna kick your goddamn ass!” He yelled, stumbling towards you, before swinging his baton.

You panicked, falling back as he missed you by an inch. Taking the opportunity fast, you pushed yourself up to your feet and began limping towards the sewer entrance steel door that was wide open, allowing cold wind to brush through your bleeding feet.

“You’re not going anywhere, bitch!”

You were unable to completely comprehend the sudden force of pain that coursed through the back of your head once the Warden swung his baton at you. You stumbled nearby a rail that began creaking and felt too dizzy to focus on the mad man stumbling towards you with blood dripping down his baton.

“You bitch!” He yelled swinging again, only to trip on his foot and stumbled into you, causing the sharp small slab of stone to impale into his stomach, but this did not ended so well for you. The rail against your back broke apart causing the sharp stone to slide across the right, cutting open the warden’s stomach before the two of you crashed down onto a rusty steel floor grating that broke apart. The two of you plummet into the darkness until you both finally landed in murky, dirty water that splashed around.

If you could express pain, you surely expressed it with a painful cry as the sharp stone in your wrist was pried off, embedded into the dying warden’s stomach. He was disemboweled from not only the plummet but the landing caused your wrist to push the sharp stone deeper into him. At least you were free of such agony, but you were still bleeding out and the heavy water that reached up to your waist was making it hard for you to get up.

You began looking around, struggling to keep yourself together before spotting a path down the tunnel. Perhaps that was your way out towards freedom for desperation was surely enable. But first, you needed to get medical attention to your fracture and bleeding wrist. The Warden sadly was submerged into the water, unable to move, but put to drown for his fate had already been decided.

Slowly, you began limping through the water, feeling your body grow weak from the blood loss and excessive pain you received upon your collision. It took a minute to reach the steel stairs, while using the wall as leverage, to get on the walkway, heading towards the metal door. You panted, feeling your body now growing closer at a violent rate to shutting down as the door ahead of you, revealed by the dimmed illuminating lamps was spotted.

Closer and closer, you reached out to grab the handle, but suddenly the door opened wide and you were introduced by a bright light that blinded you. You covered your eyes with your free working hand to adjust to such a glare, but when you did, all you saw was your death. Black Coats, aiming their Sub-machine guns at you. You had no time to react, no time to scream, and no time to back away before one opened fire, putting a round into your chest that blew you back, instantly throwing you back onto the ground. Darkness clouded your vision, as the pain slowly slipped away, pressing your body into numbness.

“Target has been incapacitated, returning to the objective main-point. Prepare to tidy up the Operation.”