IA-OCT Audition Darrell Hodder

In a dank alleyway in an Russian city, there stood two Russian guards in front of a door hat leads into a factory.

"You ever thought of actually using one of the pets in there?" One black haired guard asked the other in a russian accent.

"Nope, while i may work in a business which makes unwilling girls into sex toys, i do wanna keep my self-respect." The other guard said, he had brown hair. "I mean it's temping, but i have a wife. Not doing any of that stuff or else, she'll have my ass."

"True."

As the two guards talked more, a figure on a motorcycle appeared. The guards noticed the figure walk up to them. "Hey, you stop." The black haired one said to the figure.

The figure took out a cigarette, he looked to be 37 and had scruffy/bushy black hair with. He then lit it up and blew out the smoke. "But i want in."

"You know what the secret code is?" The brown hair one said to the figure.

The figure inhaled more smoke before blowing it out again. "The secert code?..." Then in a quick flash, the figure shoved the cigarette into the brown haired guards eye making him scream in pain, the black haired guard tried to react, but the figure quickly took out a machete and slit the black haired guard neck killing him. The figure then noticed the brown haired guard still in pain, so he took out a suppressed Beretta 92f pistol and shot the guard in the face. The guard wasn't moving anymore, so the figure entered the door, not before saying "That's the code." He then went though a hallway putting away his weapons, when another guard tried to stop him, but the figure just snapped his neck.

Then the figure entered a elevator, the light shining on him, he pressed the button to go to the top floor. As the elevator started up, the figure brushed the hair from his face. "Fucking sick ass bastards. Lucky i didn't use the katana." He then took out another cigarette out and lit it up before inhaling the smoke.

As he waited for the elevator to go up, he noticed as the doors were closing, a pale black haired woman, only in red underwear and her long hair covering her breasts came rushing towards the doors at Darrell. "Not now" The mercenary muttered to himself as she got close, changing into a horrid version of herself, looking like she was ready to kill.

But the doors closed up before she got in leaving Darrell alone in the elevator. Darrell shook his head before his head started to twitch a bit before he grabbed his head in pain. 'AHHHH!!" Darrell said getting to his knees before the pain went away, then his nose started to bleed. "God....." He muttered wiping the blood away as he got back up.

Darrell then inhaled more smoke from his . He then took out his a suppressed Beretta 92f pistol from his coat pockets along with another one. He then looked up to see he was still 50 levels away from the top floor. "Fucking piece of shit elevator." He muttered to himself. as he put the guns down on the ground. He then took out a katana from under his hoodie. As the elevator got to the 63rd floor, the lights in the elevator went on and off as the lights turned from normal to red. "Oh come fucking on." Darrell shook his head before he noticed something.

Inside the lightblub, it started to get blood in it, then the light broke causing blood to fall on Darrell. As Darrell looked back up, he noticed the blood was gone. Wasn't on him and the light was back to normal. "Come on! Why now?!" He mutter before he skitzed out again, then his nose bled again.

He then noticed he was only 5 floors away. He had the feeling there was gonna be some of the girls in there and he didn't wanna risk stray bullets, so he'd have to go pro with this. Soon the elevator was ready to open at the top floor. Darrell then smiled as he got his guns ready and the doors opened up.

He then rushed though and shot all every sick bastard he seen and made sure he didn't hit any of the girls in there. He shot them all with his guns before the guns ran out of bullets, he then got behind cover. He then noticed he got shot a couple times, but his wounds then healed up fast and he smirked.

He then took out the katana and came back out getting shot at, while slices up and stabbing any bad guy he seen. Soon he noticed the Leader and put his sword away. Before the leader could do anything about it, Darrell took out a hook and chain and swung it at him, getting him by the neck. Darrell then pulled him towards him to the ground. Then he stabbed the leader in the chest with his machete before dropping him on the ground.

Darrell then looked around at the scared girls. His eyes then noticed one, the one he was superposed to find. He went over to her, but she was scared of Darrell. "It's okay, everything will be fine." As the girl started to walk up to him, she noticed something.

"Look out!" She yelled causing Darrell to turn around to see the leader rush at him with a knife. But Darrell was quicker and moved his machete upwards at the leader, making him stop in place. Then a red line appeared down the middle on his whole body, that when he split in two. Darrell smiled at the sight before going back to normal and looking at the girl.

"It's okay, the bad man is dead." Darrell said as he picked the girl up. He then started to leave when he looked at the other girls. "Might wanna get out of here."

LATER.....

After Darrell dropped the child off at her parents in New York City and got his pay, he was walking though the streets when he stopped in place. He turned around, with one of his gun pointed towards he was looking, only to see something that confused him.

It was a huge.... Person, and when i mean huge, i mean it. He was in a huge black trenchcoat with brown straps and had what appeared to be a divers helmet and had a smokestack on his back. "You gotta be fucking me." Darrell muttered to himself.

"Oh no need for such words Mr. Hodder." The thing said in a calm Russian male accent shocking Darrell as he put his hands up. He walked towards a still weary Darrell. "Please put your gun down, i mean no harm. Even know bullet won't do me no harm"

Darrell looked up and down before putting  his gun away. "Who the fuck are you? Some Big Daddy reject?" The figure shook his head.

"As i said, no need for the language." The figure said before pulling out a white envelope from his coat pocket and gave it to Darrell. "My name is Furnace and i've been to sent to find you, to see if you'd like to join a little contest."

Darrell looked at the envelope before back at Furnace. "What, some Mortal Kombat style contest? Fight to the death or some BS like that?" He said to which Furnace shook his head.

"Great, a wiseass." He muttered to himself before looking back at Darrell. "No, think of it as a underground fighting club. One where all the most bloodthristy fighters go against each other till one is left. The victor receives a prize."

"So it is like Mortal Kombat?" Darrell remarked looking at the letter and reading it. After he was done, he shook his head. "Says here it's set in a place called Hell Realm. Where's that?"

"Where do you think?" Furnace said back before Darrell then knew where he was talking about.

"Great, some excuse for me to go to hell and pay for all i done. Sorry Mr. Furnace, but i have to say no." Darrell said crumbing up the letter. "While it sounds nice, i'm not joining some fighting tournament, not worth."

"I hope you reconsider, my employer would love for you to come." Furnace said to which passes over Darrells head, who didn't care and was walking off. "Don't you wanna know about your past?" Darrell then stopped in place, then turned around to look back at Furnace. "I know about how you have no memory before you were 6, your visions of that woman."

"Really? You know about my past. Bullshit." Darrell said walking up and stopping right in front of Furnace. "But if what you say is true, prove it." Furnace then touched Darrell's forehead. Darrell then saw in his head a child with a shaved head in a all white room, on the back of his neck was the number 13.

Darrell snapped back into reality and was breathing hard. "That was only a small puzzle piece of what you call your unknown past." Furnace said before lowing down to look at Darrell's face. "Join the Infernal Arena, win and your prize shall be you regaining your lost past."

"And if i lose?" Darrell asked looking back at him.

"You'll end up in hell, being tortured by all those you caused pain and suffering, for the rest of your life." Furnace replied to which Darrell nodded his head.

"Great, just like marriage." Darrell muttered before both stood up and he started to nod his head. "I'm in."

"Splendid Mr. Hodder." Furnace said before it was just silence between the two.

"So....... How are we gonna get to hell?" Darrell asked in a deadpan tone.

"Oh right." Furnace said before the ground below them started to shake, then a huge fiery opening opened up behind the two. "This way."

"Fiery hole in the ground, how clique." Darrell said as he entered it as did Furnace before the hole closed.

Down in Hell Realm, Furnace appeared in a burst of flames in what appeared to be a cafe like Starbucks. Only Hell themed, then Furnace heard Darrell's screams, then looked up to see him fall down to the ground hard. "Owh." Darrell got up to look around. "You kidding me? A fucking starbucks?"

"Yes, where do you think it originated?" Furnace asked before the two exited the Cafe to see the hellish landscape. "Welcome to Hell Realm."

"Yay" Darrell said getting a smoke out and smoking it.