Connie Monologue

The music. The sweet, sweet music. It’s melodic tone so alluring, so enchanting. Relaxing, as she rode away, with the strangers that she didn’t want to know.
Connie woke up with a jolt. She couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t feel anything either. It was dark, but she could make out enough details to know that she was in a room. The only source of light was something that reminded her of one of those fancy lightbulbs that she seen on comercials, and from what she could see, the cell had a stone doorway glowed a faint red light. The last thing that she remembered was watching herself go with Arnold, then everything after that faded. That emptiness that she felt was still ever-present.
She felt surprisingly well rested, but at the same time
I have friends that are just dying to meet you” Arnold said. “Wait, what? Who? Where am I? What is this mark? What did you do to me?” Connie responded. In normal circumstances, Connie would be hysterical, but she was too shocked to panic. “Now now baby. Slow down with the questions,” Arnold continued , “if you must know, you were put to sleep for a long time, around ten years. Oh and while you’re here let me give you an introduction. Welcome to Hades, Inferno, Gehenna … well … Hell.” Arnold Friend said. He stood there speaking as Connie sank to the ground,“W-w-what? Ten years? What are you saying…” Connie stammered, trying to process what he was saying. “ And finally, there is your mark, pay attention now this is the important part. Your mark determines how you survive here and what academy you go to.” Arnold finished, and as he said those words, the room was filled with a fantastic
Her blouse was gone, replaced by a simple black dress. As soon as she got up to look around, she noticed that the environment around her was entirely different than that of the drive-in restuarant or her house. The sky was black, encompassed by large glowing rings of what looked to be ancient texts, and on its horizon was a rather large-looking moon. Connie felt oddly calm in this place, the red grass contrasted nicely with the dark sky. As she scanned her surrounding she found a path leading down. The dress that she had was surprisingly light, freeing her movements. At the bottom of the path was a massive structure, with three enormous gateways, at the center was a fountain. Her arm pulsated. Connie looked down to see that the mark on her arm was illuminated in a bright white light. It got brighter as she came closer to the fountain. The fountain was one of those big fancy one that she has seen on television, however the ones on television didn’t have faces on it. When she got closer, the faces lit up. “Come and let us determine your fate. You, the marked one. Soak your hands in these waters.” they chided. Connie didn’t know what would happen if she complied, but the mark on her forearm was starting to burn. With an apprehensive motion, she plunged her hands into the dark waters. As soon as the mark touched the water, it changed, altering to one of the symbols on one of the