Ho'kay my dears... this is the first part of my glorious rewrite. Those of you who have made it this far should recognize a majority of the story at this point, and I apologize if that annoys you. BUT! There are some parts that have changed so... go ahead and read it. :)

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Noodle fell to the rocky ground. Her jaw throbbed and stung. She took a deep breath and pushed herself up. She sat crouched in a dark, cavernous place. It was set up like a parlour. There was the faint sound of screams echoing in the air but Noodle ignored this. She was used to the sound of pain and suffering nowadays. She glared up at the shadowy figure looming over her head. Through gritted teeth, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Why are you keeping me here? The deal is done, four years was our agreement." The figure smiled gently and shook his head.

"Noodle, dear. Didn't your mummy ever tell you not to make deals with the devil?" Noodle looked down again and closed her eyes. This wasn't fair. She wiped the side of her mouth, removing the rest of the blood from where the figure had struck her.

"You didn't have to hit me." The figure chuckled and turned away, flexing the wrist of the arm he had struck her with.

"Maybe now you will learn, my dear. Question me again, and you will get hurt far worse. You're just lucky I didn't feel the need to punish your little friends." Noodle's hands clenched into the scorched earth. The man was unperturbed by this and casually sorted through a sizable stack of letters lying on a nearby writing desk.

"You promised to leave them alone…" The man chuckled again and looked up at Noodle.

"Oh my dear, so naive. Do you forget the power I hold in my very fist?" Noodle didn't answer, just glared at him from her place on the ground. "Remember, girl. I own you now. Until further notice, your soul is mine." He smiled cruelly. "And the sooner you learn that, the better." His finger twitched and Noodle felt herself being forced to stand. She fought, she always fought, but she always had to give in eventually. When she was standing, the shadowy man turned her around and sent her out the door.

"Ta ta, dear. You know I always enjoy our little chats." Noodle grimaced as she was forced out of the door by her own legs. They didn't stop until she was at the door of her prison cell. Her legs gracelessly dumped her onto the bed and she was in control once again. She shook off the horrible feeling being controlled by the Devil always gave her and sat on the bed. Noodle stared at the opposite wall with disinterest. She had hoped that she would never have to see this place again. Her meeting with the Devil, himself, hadn't gone as she had hoped. She had so looked forward to this day. The day when she would be released from this place. She could finally go home and be with her friends. Noodle buried her head in her arms. She may never see them again. For some reason or another, that terrible man was refusing to let her go. She had fulfilled her end of the deal, she had stayed here for four years, however unwillingly. Even the Devil should be tied to making good on bargains. She sniffed. He had even hit her. She hated when he hit her. Her face still bore the mark of her first argument with the shadowy man. Her lip had stopped bleeding now, a fact that pleased Noodle greatly. The demons seemed to congregate at the scent of fresh blood. They seemed to enjoy the taste of Noodle's blood even more.

Noodle curled her legs up underneath her and wrapped her arms around her legs. The walls of her cell were closing in again, suffocating her. When she had first arrived here, the suffocating feeling sent her into a panic, hurling her to the door of her cell, begging to be let out. It had gotten… better since then. She no longer had an episode when she felt trapped. By this point, Noodle welcomed the closing walls. They were, in some form, a comforting hug. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, hugging her legs to her body.

Noodle dreamed. She dreamed of flying again. She dreamed of soaring over the heavens and dancing in the clouds. Noodle had this dream often here. The first time the dream had occurred, Noodle had been crushed to find it wasn't real when she woke up. She had gotten used to the dejected feeling that courses through her when she woke up, or was rudely awoken, and was glad that she got to enjoy a bit of light, if only in her head. Her dream-self turned over and let the sun play across her face. She looked over and saw a small figure floating beside her. Her monkey! She smiled at the small primate and reached out her hand to join his. Together, the floated over the clouds and ignored the turmoil beneath them. She heard a faint yelling from below. Someone was calling her name. Noodle searched the ground below her to find its source. She looked up at her friend in confusion, but was shocked to find him gone. She looked back down at the earth and screamed as she fell from the highest cloud. Down, she plummeted towards the hard surface below, screaming as she went. Just before she hit the ground, she woke.

A tapping noise on the bars of the cell woke her up and alerted Noodle that she was not alone. She looked up and scrubbed at her eyes, uninterested. One of the head demons stood waiting for her, robes billowing around his feet. She untangled herself and edged towards the mouth of the cell, where an orange light was pouring in. The demon opened her cell door and beckoned her forward with a long, pointed finger. Noodle was unsurprised that she was leaving her cell again so quickly. The Devil often liked to beckon her. Sometimes just to gloat about her fate and other times to make her watch him torture poor souls. The worst was when he started hitting ghost-like figures of her friends. She followed behind the demon as he twisted down hallways that seemed to emanate red light. He was tall, nearly rivaling the height of 2D. Noodle bit her lip at that thought. The demon stopped in front of a set of ornate doors, Noodle had never seen this set of doors before. The demon rapped six times and left the girl behind. A deep, but pleasant voice issued from behind the door.

"Come in, Noodle, dear." Noodle shivered. She still couldn't get used to Satan calling her 'dear'. She didn't like it. She entered the room. This room was set up like a lounge, with a large desk occupying the center. Satan seemed to have a liking for desks as he had one in nearly every room. 'Probably just to put his feet up' Noodle thought viciously. To confirm her thoughts, the Devil, himself had his feet propped up on the desk in front of him. He smiled at her when he looked up.

"Did you have a nice sleep, Noodle?" Noodle resisted the urge to roll her eyes, she had gotten a scar on her back for that move two years back.

"What do you need?" The man's expression turned stern.

"Tone, young lady. I've been thinking… about our conversation last night. And I suppose that I did promise that I would release you after four years, yes? That was our deal?" Noodle nodded cautiously. Originally, the Devil had been after Murdoc's soul and had wanted to use Noodle as bait to lure the bassist to Hell. Noodle was quick to protest this and cut a deal with Satan; four years of Noodle residing in Hell in exchange for the Devil forgiving Murdoc's debt. If she was hearing correctly… was he rethinking her prolonged imprisonment? The man took his feet off of the desk and leaned his arms on the surface. "That means that it's time to cut you a new deal, my dear." Noodle's face shifted slightly.

"A… new deal?" Satan threw his arms out to the side.

"Just call me FDR, baby." He laughed at his own joke. The chorus of demons surrounding the room echoed his laughter. Noodle did not. "Anyway, it has come to my attention that a certain someone is in trouble… someone you know." Noodle looked up very fast. What had Murdoc done now?

"Did he default on his debt again?" Satan chuckled at her.

"It's not him this time, surprisingly. It's one of your other friends."

"… Which one?" She asked, evenly. If Russel or 2D were in trouble, she would have sold her soul a million times over to protect them. If she betrayed too much emotion, Satan could weigh the deal on his side. The man smirked.

"It seems our friend… a Mr. Stuart Pot? Yes, Mr. Pot has taken to the nasty habit of popping one too many pills." Noodle's heart leapt in terror when 2D's name slid from the man's mouth. If 2D was in trouble… Satan had his eye on capturing 2D next. Her mind quickly ran through scenarios. What had the singer done to provoke the Devil and could he be stopped? Noodle was then confused. 2D had been on painkillers for quite some time now, why was he in trouble now? Noodle directed that question at the man.

"The trouble is… he's mixing them… and in large quantities. His heart can't hold out much longer. In short, he's dying." Noodle's heart broke. The poor singer had never taken good care of himself. She wanted very badly to see him, but not like this. Noodle couldn't imagine what could have happened to the singer to drive him this close to the edge. And what hurt more was that she couldn't go get him while trapped here. She stared at her feet, tears streaming silently down her cheeks.

"So, what do you want me to do about it?" The man gave her a warning glance before turning around and looking into the fireplace while answering.

"You've got to stop him, obviously! He would gladly listen to you, yes?" Noodle looked up, shocked. Stop him? How could she?

"And why would you want me to do that? I thought you were all for people turning over." Satan turned around with a sadistic grin on his face.

"A soul is a soul, dear Noodle. Suicide victims don't go through me. That's someone else's department." Noodle felt the tears start anew. Suicide was what it was, it was hard to hear.

"Where do they go?"

"Not here… not there either," he pointed up with a long finger, "just… on." He waved his hand ambiguously. Noodle's fist clenched.

"I wouldn't want him here, either. If this is where he would end up anyway, maybe this other place is better." Satan shook his head at the girl piteously.

"There's still a chance for him though, my dear. He could go to… that place… or he could end up here. It's all up in the air. I would just hate to see his soul dissipate into the wind, though. Such a waste." Noodle glared back at the ground again. There was still a chance she could save 2D. Save him from this and whatever there was to come. The singer would not survive here in Hell. It would crush him like a bug. Without bothering to look up, she asked,

"How long do I have?" The Devil smirked at her.

"A few days still. His heart can hold out until Thursday at the latest."

"And how am I supposed to do anything? Sounds like he's been at it for a while." Satan sighed and reached in his breast pocket. He extracted a small phial filled with a bright blue liquid.

"This should help. It'll flush out his system pretty well. Fair warning, though. It will be pretty messy." Noodle nodded and took the small phial. Finally, she looked up at the Devil.

"Do you know why he's been taking so many pills?" Satan looked at her curiously.

"It's hard to say. I suppose you'd have to talk to him to find out. Are you accepting my orders?"

"I suppose I have to. I can't just let him die, can I?" Noodle pocketed the phial and crossed her arms. Satan shrugged.

"I suppose you could… but that's not very nice, is it?" The Devil taunted her. He opened a book on his desk and started leafing through it.

"How exactly do you plan on me getting there to save him? I suppose I'm expected to walk out of here?" Satan looked up at her with a dangerous smirk.

"It hasn't worked for anyone yet, my dear. It won't work for you. Don't worry, it's all been arranged. My goodness, you have a bad attitude, don't you?" Noodle opened her mouth to argue, but she didn't get the chance. Satan outstretched his arm and whispered under his breath. Gray smoke hurtled towards Noodle. She was unceremoniously knocked unconscious before she hit the ground.

Here I am, thrusting my soul out for your trampling pleasure. If you would review, that would be just fantastic.