It was wrong, so wrong, that Darklis’ reaction to the floor falling out from beneath her feet was -- apart from her mental notes to make damn fucking sure she landed on her feet -- for the soundtrack of House of 1000 Corpses to start up in her head. She hadn’t freaked out or screamed. She had landed perfectly on her feet, as intended, with the exception of one broken heel. Fucking cannibals. While the others retched, she looked more like she was getting comfortable, casting her shoes to one side irritatedly and scanning the immediate area with suspicion. Composed by Rob Zombie, the music whirling around her head was actually totally appropriate for their current setting. It was motherfucking perfect. She would know; she’d seen the movie and created similar nightmares enough times to accept all of this as… total bullshit. Even if she was now standing in human waste, thanking every fucking god she could think of that she could not throw up without standing on her head. What it was not appropriate for? Was Dalila’s hearing. Unless the elemental was into horror-themed heavy metal.
At Pancho’s request, Darklis listened. Ultimately, she agreed with Lumen’s assessment. “Yeah, but can we not just barrel down there like--” Oh, she’d heard the click. What had Lumen set off? A giant boulder, a giant boulder, a… giant wind chime? Suddenly transfixed by the huge metal cylinders that had just dropped out of the ceiling, their movement and the sheer noise they made as they collided with each other demonstrating their weight. “Guys, move!” was the only warning the really managed to throw out before hurling herself against the left hand side wall and doing her best impression of a pancake. On the opposite wall there actually seemed to be a human pancake.
The worst thing, the vampire realised as she watched the weighted cylinders swing by in what felt like slow motion, was not that this trap might not stop until its momentum ran out. But that it was ringing. This? Was a cannibal’s dinner bell, and they’d just set it off. The motherfuckers had traps beyond those meant for your average animal. Welcome to Level Two -- Or was it three? -- kids. Loosely based on the Hills Have Eyes. Only it smells worse.