The Entrance of the Black Hole

In the center of long forgotten forests, lies a strange kind of door in the center of a burnt down cabin floor. The frame was titanium, a dark black color, along with the hinges, handle and the body of the door, looking like a 3 by 5 foot hole in the ground. On the top were the words scrolled in fancy silver, done with expertise carving:

Those who enter never leave.
The Black Hole.

The door opened, in which opens up to a large 4 lleveled club. The jump fro the door was 6 feet, a landing pad underneath. A few steps down led to a lounging area, of many different couches and chairs, placed every where in random spots, a few black tables here and there. Then there was a 3 foot drop off the lounge room, leading down to the bar, where 2 bars were placed on the right and left side of the room, black stools at each bar, a bartender ready to take your drinksbehind the bar. Then came another drop, where there was 4 large circluar tables, and a mural on the right wall, a knife lodged in the middle, along with a enagement ring stuck there. The other side led to to a hall with many rooms. At the far end was a stage with a small cat walk and two poles, with lusicious black and red curtains hanging up. Sitting on the end of the cat walk, was Xena, the 4th owner of the Black Hole.

Meet Xena: The Warrior Princess

A fairly tall woman sat there, legs spread out, her elbows on her knees, staring right at you. She looked so dangerous, but utterly delicious. Her hair was a deep dark black, and rolled luciously down to her broad shoulders, framing her long elegant face. Bangs stopped right above her arched eye brows, which decorated the very soul of her whole body. Her eyes. She had two pools of frozen blue, so alurring and seductive. But deeper into her eyes, she had the look of venom, which could stop a heart with a cold hard glare. She smirked, her rouge lips curling up slowly. She wore a leather overcoat, with a skin fitting leather vest, which complemented her curves very well. She had dark leather pants on and black boots. Her eyes locked with yours, sticking you to your spot. She raised an elegant brow and spoke, her voice deep and rolling. "Welcome, I have been expecting you." You raise a brow not really knowing you were expected but you listen to her. "Your here about my life are you not?" She lifted her lip in a snarl. You nod quickly. She spat on the ground "Damn all you that seek for my information. But since your here you might as well get comfortable cuz this will be a while
In The Beggining....

In the middle of a forest sat a caged black pup, with harsh blue eyes. She had no parents. She never did. She didnt have a family at all. She was alone set here to finish her life in a new body. She had the mind of a clever brave warrior, but her body had yet to catch up with her, so she was stuck in a pup's body, because her old was cremated over 2,000 years ago. Now she was stuck in a cage, waiting to be sold as a "pet" in the land of Neopia. She snorted at the thought.
She had attempted escape plenty of times, but all had only had made it more difficult to escape. Her foot pads were clasped to the floor, a metal muzzle chained to the ceiling, and shackles around her slim body restricted her movement. Right now, her chained tail was reaching at a sleeping guard's belt. On it, was a circular metal object, much like a large flat ring, about 12 inches across, the edges cut dangerously sharp. The pup stretched as far as the chains let her, her tail only hardly able to pick up the metal ring, which was called a chakram, slowly sliding it between the bars. She slid it more down her tail and then gave it one sharp flick, sending it flying upwards into the air, making a clanking noise as it went up.
The gaurd awoke with a jerk, cursing at the pup, banging on the side for her to silence. The pup was rocking back and forth until the cage finally tipped over with one final shove, on top of the guard. The guard screamed for help, the pup only grinning in amusement, her blue eyes wathing her faithful weapon come down from the air. It sliced through the bar with greatest of ease, knocking the chain of her muzzle. It ricocheted off the other side at an angle and knocked off all the locks of the clasps on her feet. it bounced off the last buckle and lodged itself in the neck of the screaming Guard. The pup pulled her head from the dreadful muzzle and shook her head cracking her neck. She jumped from the clasps and yanked the chakram from its landing place. She bent the broken bar open, and dashed into the woods, the bloody chakram in her mouth.
In the years to come...