Jim in Hell: The Arena

Unending BE - episode 631285

Jim shook his head in disgust at the pathetic wretch below and continued climbing. The wall was really quite easy to scale for someone who had full use of his arms and legs, and Jim reached the upper ledge in less than a minute. As Peter and Theodore helped pull him up over the edge, he glanced down in time to watch the busty Asian finally lose her grip on the wall and tumble, terrified, into the abyss below. Her muffled screams echoed up the chasm walls almost musically, and Jim chuckled a little at her pathetic squirming until her shape grew tiny in the distance and finally disappeared into the darkness below.

As Jim righted himself on the new, sandy floor, he noticed Peter glaring at him with a mixture of disgust and loathing in her innocent baby-blue eyes.

"You could have helped her, you know," she said.

"You did what you had to," said Theodore, "and the group's better off for it. You made the right choice."

Jim said nothing, and the three stood in uncomfortable silence until a childish voice cut through the air, startling the all.

"Are you fuckers going to stand there bitching all day or are you going to come check out these laser guns and shit?

Jim had nearly forgotten about the lat member of their little group, the little girl in the over-sized Marines T-Shit. Sure enough, she was standing next to a futuristic-looking weapons rack, covered with an assortment of brightly-colored, strangely shaped rifles and sidearms.

As soon as she had their attention, the little girl took charge with a ferocity that somehow deadly serious even coming from an eight-year-old in pigtails.

"Now, besides me and Theodore, who here's handled a weapon before?"

Jim and Peter looked at each other, but neither stepped forward.

"Fucking fantastic," said the pigtailed girl named Charles. "Fine them. Theodore, you take the deadliest-looking thing you can carry. You'll have to be our base of fire, since I can't carry shit right now. Peter and Jim, you two take one of the pistol-looking things for yourself, and grab a rifle too. You're carrying those for me, so don't fucking touch them except to pass them over when I give the order. Got it?

Jim and Peter nodded.

"And Peter," Charles continued, "Tie that fucking hair into a knot or something. God, how the fuck are you still alive?"

Without replying, Peter hurriedly tied her seven-foot long hair into an awkward knot several times over until it no longer hung all the way to the floor.

"Now," said Charles as Jim armed himself as directed. "We just have to find out what's going to--"

Jim never heard the second half of that sentence, because at that point the wall of the hallway disappeared into the ceiling, revealing a large sandy-floored arena cluttered with rocks and obstacles and, at the far end, another group of women looking just as confused as Jim's companions. Surrounding the arena on all sides were bottomless chasms like the one out of which Jim and his allies had just climbed, but beyond that now stood enormous, stadium-style seating. In the seats were women, but different than the ones Jim had encountered down here thus far. All the transformees were all absurdly slender and attractive, and most had several highly exaggerated traits. The women in the stands, however, looked...average. Many were plump, or homely, or old, all features Jim had not encountered since his arrival. And, from their jeers and taunting, Jim gathered that they didn't seem to like him and the others very much.

"Congratulations, mice!" boomed a cold, sadistic sounding female voice across the arena. "You have managed to ascend out of the Labyrinth and into the Arena. Hopefully, you have chosen your allies well, for now you have a chance to fight for your freedom! You will fail, of course, and we will laugh as you selfishly twist and warp each others' bodies into the gross sexual objects you considered us in life. Still, in the unlikely event that you do survive, your original form will be returned to you and you will be freed, given another chance on earth to reform your ways. So, with that at stake, I expect to see some true viciousness! Combatants, begin!"

Jim and Peter stood dumbfounded for a moment, but Theodore and Charles sprang into action, immediately diving behind cover and firing without hesitation at their opponents.

Within a split second, the other group had begun retuning fire and a bolt of green energy snapped past Jim's head. He realized he had to move now. Without further hesitation, Jim:

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Wed Sep 24 01:43:19 2008