Odyssey: Part 3, Journey To The Underworld.

X: Well shit!

Your angry outburst was due to the bus leaving you at rundown gas station.

You left for barely a minute, to use the restroom, and when you came back outside, the bus was gone.

And to top things off, the gas station was in the middle of the barren Nevada desert, with no sign of life anywhere.

You found yourself in a horrible situation, all because you had to pee.

You saw no reason in sulking at the rat infested gas station, so you took off your shirt, due to the desert heat, stocked up on water, and set out on foot, hoping for a car to pass for you to hitchhike to the nearest town.

You walked for hours, stopping for small breaks every now and again.

As night fell, you felt the cool evening air in you, and it was a relief.

For a few minutes.

With time, the cool, refreshing air became uncomfortably cold, and you shuddered at it's winds.

But refuge appeared on the horizon.

You saw the lights of what appeared to be a high class hotel in the distance, and quickly ran to it.

After a bit of running, you came upon the front of the luxurious hotel, called "The White Maiden Hotel."

The hotel's design had a Spanish feel, and had warm lights both inside and out.

You walked into the main lobby, and saw a lone receptionist in uniform standing behind the front desk.

Receptionist: Welcome to The White Maiden, how many nights do you wish to stay?

X: Uh, one.

Receptionist: Very well, that will be thirty dollars for one person.

You thought of how expensive the hotel was, but then again, it was high class.

Receptionist: here is your room key, would you like me to take your things up for you?

X: No thanks, I'm good.

You walked up the stairs to the third floor, and found your room.

You unlocked your room, and saw the luxurious living quarters you had for the night.

The room had a overall Spanish feel, and had a window that looked down into the main courtyard.

The courtyard itself was a art piece of nature, with several kinds of flower on display under the shade of palm trees, with a fountain in the center for compliment.

You quickly took to your bed, absolutely exhausted from your walk. And fell asleep.

You woke up peacefully, with no dream of the planet sized machine.

You went down to the dining hall, with a abnormal energy in your step, prepared what could only be described as the finest breakfast meal from the selection made by the kitchen staff, and sat at a comfortable table.

The meal you prepared was exquisite, quite possibly the best meal you had in what felt like ages.

After you had filled yourself with the tasty meal, you decided to go for a swim in the hotel pool.

The pool was considerably large, with a glass roof allowing the blue sky to be seen, along with rays of sunlight that added to the waters beauty.

The water felt as good as it looked, as it was at first cool, but as your body adapted, felt perfect.

After your swim, you went out to the courtyard to bask in the warm sun.

You took a seat at a cushioned chair, laid back, and listened to the peaceful splashes of the fountain.

The hotel was almost to good to be true.

You thought of how odd it was for a luxury hotel to be located in the desert, but figured that the area was popular at the time of it's construction.

Though it was unnerving that you were the only person with a room at the hotel.

As night fell, you decided to go to bed early so you could leave at morning.

As you walked to your room, a man in a fine tailored suit pulled you into his room.

Man: Hey, Hey! Are you one of them?

X: One of who!? And while we're at it, who the hell are you!?

Man: C'mon guy, I'm Michael King!

X:.....

Man: I played Henry Fond in those spy movies?

X:......

Michael: I was a judge on Metroplis Talent?

X:........

Michael: Ugh, I played Batman in that god awful retro movie.

X: Oh, your that guy. Thought Adam West was Batman in that movie.

Michael: No, he was the director.

X: Oh.

Michael: Anyway! You don't seem like one of them.

X: One of who?

Michael: The hotel staff! There not people! They are like ghosts or something, and they won't let us leave!

X: Wait, we can't leave!?

Michael: No! I have been stuck here for a week, I just wanted a place to crash while I was driving to Vegas to catch a flight.

You thought of how this is possibly the work of another bounty hunter.

X: Ok, let's stop and think rationally. If we both go down to the front desk, they might let us leave, we may be fulfilling a ritual need or something.

Michael: A ritual? Does that mean a goat is trapped in this place too?

X: Wha? No! Not what I meant. Just follow me.

After a stop to pick up your backpack from your room, you and Michael cautiously went to the front desk.

As you went to the front desk, Michael broke the top off of a coat hanger.

X: Michael? What in the actual shit are you doing?

Michael: Zombies 101: improvise to survive.

You shrugged and continued to the front desk, which you reached.

Michael stood behind you as you spoke to the receptionist.

X: Hi, um, this is going to sound weird, but we gotta leave early, like now.

Receptionist: Is there a problem with your rooms?

You quietly spoke to Michael to formulate a excuse.

X: Ghosts.

Receptionist: Ghosts?

X: Yep, big ones.

The receptionist looked down.

Receptionist: I am sorry to hear that you must check out, but you do know our policy?

X: Uh, can you run through it for us?

The receptionist' hair became pure white, and her face covered in a skull like makeup.

The receptionist began to float in the air.

Banshee: You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave!

Michael let out a high pitched scream.

Silver Banshee lifted you up, and threw you through the hotel wall, and you landed in the courtyard.

As you laid on the ground in pain, you felt someone sit on top of you.

Banshee: I see what Queen Bee meant, you do have a seductive scent on you.

Banshee ran her hands on your chest, and down to your crotch.

Banshee: Oh how I wish I could see what you hold in your loins.

X: Sorry, not into dead women.

Banshee: Oh? But I'm into you.

Banshee playfully bit your neck.

Banshee: Maybe just a taste.

Banshee's cold lips locked with yours, and she passionately kissed you.

You pushed Banshee off.

Banshee: Your so mean! No matter, you will bring me great fortune.

Banshee held both your arms down, and let out a loud scream that was unbearable.

You felt your life force drain away from you as Banshee screamed at you.

You began to fade.

Michael: SNEAK ATTACK!!!!

Michael came charging at Banshee, and struck her with the coat rack.

Banshee gave Michael a look of death, giving you time to regain yourself and summon a crossbow.

Banshee heard the crossbow lock.

X: Scream at this!

You launched a bolt into Banshee's chest, causing her to explode in a gold dust.

Michael: I-Is she dead?

X: I don't know.

You looked around you, and saw that the once beautiful hotel had become decrepit and abandoned.

Michael: What happened to this place?

X: It was all a illusion.

You both went outside as the hotel collapsed.

Michael found his car where he left it, and offered to drive you Las Vegas.

You graciously accepted Michael's offer.

You both drove off as the sun rose.

A soldier watched you drove off from a distance.

Soldier: Miss Waller, Banshee has failed, target in route to Las Vegas.

Belle Reve
Waller: What?! Damnit!

Waller threw her phone across the room in rage.

Waller, after a moment of thought, Waller picked her phone up and dialed a number into it.

Waller: This is Waller, change of plan, I need you to pick up someone from Gotham, her name is Rox.