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TRIGGER: Hey guys, I know everyone here is mostly desensitized to a lot of stuff but I add this just in case someone stumbles across my work and they are hit with any triggers unknowingly. To start there is graphic violence and gore, suicidal ideations, and suicide, and torture. I write darker content, so if any of that is going to be a problem for you, then I recommend you don't read my work. Otherwise enjoy reading!
*Scene 1*
Antonio sighed, his hand steady under the cold biting weight of the gun in his hand. Despite his practiced nature, sweat still coated his body, glistening in the low light that buzzed around the two. Yes, two. Another man sits on his knees in front of Antonio, his converse shoes untied, the heels pressing into his butt as he sits silently. He doesn't move except his steady breathing, almost calm, and the small twitch of his lips as he murmurs...something inaudible. Antonio had to do it. He needed to finish this here and now. He only had one chance before the town would find them, and his chance to be the hero would be ripped away. He could feel the air prickle against his skin, like so many needles digging in. He grunted, slapping his neck with a free hand, before looking down again.
"You're dead meat Derrick, no one in this town likes you, and not one of them believes you or your lies! Can you hear them?" As he said it, the flames of Derrick's home roared louder, as if to punctuate Antonio's words. "Whatever spell you have cast, they know. They all know now. There is nowhere to hide!"
Derrick leaned forward slightly, pressing his forehead to the gun, grey eyes calm and almost amused. Derrick sports a grin, his black hair curled around to frame his face like so many catholic images of angels.
"Pull the trigger then Tony." He grins, resigned to his fate. Antonio's fingers twitch, sweat still running down his back and arms. Why was it so HOT! Why is he.... so willing? Why is he smiling? Antonio paused, looking down at Derrick, confused and concerned. He could feel the sweat on his upper lip, making him all too aware of the humidity. The air became thick around Antonio, the cloying heat continued to grow thick around him. Derrick sat motionless, his head still pressed to the muzzle of the weapon. Antonio's grip loosened for a moment. Maybe. Maybe he wasn't ready to-
"HEY!" Someone called out.
BANG! The echo of the weapon reverberated around them . Derrick's body fell to the ground lifeless and bleeding. Antonio sucked in a breath, hands shaking. What did he do?! Suddenly the air around his thickened until it felt like someone was smothering him, before he passed out.
*Scene 2*
Antonio froze, eyes wide, as the door slammed wide open and a chair threw itself, yes ITSELF, across the room. It's been going on for weeks now. Ever since- NO! This was NOT that! Derrick is dead! The door slammed shut again. Antonio pressed his hands against his head, squeezing them against his ears. Hoping it would all go away. That it would all stop! A pain scratched across his legs, leaving deep furrows of red in their wake. Antonio screamed, pulling his legs in close to his body as he pressed himself against the wall, away from the chaos around him. Away from the pain.
A dark shadow collected in the doorway, red burning eyes watching him as a toothed mouth opened wide in a grotesque smile.
"No! Leave me alone!" He grunted, shoving the rolling computer chair away from him and at the shadow. The chair passed harmlessly by, and stopped in the hallway. The chair seat turned to face him, and the shadow sat in the seat. HOW?! He groaned. When was the last time he could sleep? When was the last time he could eat or drink? Antonio just wanted it all to end! Wanted the torment to stop!
His hand shook as he held the gun in his hand. Where did it come from? Antonio looked up, and the shadow had moved closer, standing over him now. He screamed again, whimpering even as his bladder let go of it's contents. The shadow chuckled! At him! Antonio cried, fat tears sliding down his face as he looked at the gun. It was the same one he had used on Derrick. Antonio groaned, shrinking as far against the wall as he could, away from the shadowed figure looming over him now. Did it want him to do it? Take his life? Would he be free? He would would, wouldn't he? He looked down at the gun again, back up at the shadow, then at the gun again. He licked his lip. Maybe, it would end this living hell.
Pain stretched across his back, lancing deep. Antonio could feel the warm liquid drip down his back. How was this thing able to hurt him? It would only get worse. It would only continue. How long would he be able to hold on? Antonio mouth the weapon into his mouth. He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't keep living like this! Antonio closed his eyes, and the shadow creature wailed next to him, angry at his actions. It gave him hope. Maybe then he couldn't reach him once he died? That was all Antonio needed. He pulled the trigger. Bright light flashed behind his eyes, then nothing.
*Scene 3*
Antonio opened his eyes. He was surrounded by grey and sand. His toes dug into the cool sand, and he felt he could breathe easy again. Maybe he was safe now? Was this the end? Was this heaven? He looked around himself. Well this was boring. He was about to start walking when a cloaked figure appeared in front of him. He yelped, and jumped back.
"Hello Antonio."
"Uh...hi... where am I?" Antonio gulped, fingers fidgeting.
"Limbo, or a simpler version of it. I am here to bring you to your final place." The cloaked man turned and began walking. Antonio jumped into a run to catch up, before walking beside the figure.
"Where are we going? Is it heaven? Does God exist? Who's right? What happened to-"
"Enough. You will find out soon." The figure continued to walk and as it did, the world around them phased out slowly. As if someone had overlapped another reality and it slowly bled into existence and became corporeal.
It was dark, and cold. All around them the sand gave way to hard cobblestone, while crumbling ruins began to pass by in more frequency. Where was this? He continued to follow, but his hope was beginning to give way to fear, as icy dread began to slither down his back and through his veins. Slowly, skeletons, bodies, and figures he couldn't place were appearing, walking around them. As if nothing was amiss. Nothing at all. The area around them gave way to a small market, a small town. Filled with monsters.
It wasn't long before they appeared in front of a door. It was tall and imposing, wrought out of obsidian and iron, the handle wrought of what looked like the most pristine silver he had ever seen. The cloaked man turned, and pointed at the door with a bony finger.
"In. Your destiny awaits." The cloaked man then turned and left.
Antonio watched as he left, then looked at the door. Was this it? All that was left? He took a breath and opened the door and stepped in.
"Oh Hello Antonio. Funny to find you here." A familiar voice snapped, thick with sarcasm and barely controlled bemusement.
Antonio's jaw fell, and he gulped in a breath before turning around and running for the door. The door shut heavily, slamming with a finality that echoed in Antonio's soul. Antonio turned, heart hammering in his chest as he laid eyes on the man he had killed just months before.
"Oh Antonio, you didn't know it, but your fate was sealed when you pulled that trigger. And as a willing sacrifice, I was given quite a lot of authority down here. Including and up to the torment of your soul. How lucky right!?" Derrick cackled maliciously, blackened and burnt wings rising from his shoulders behind him. He stood before Antonio dressed in simple black pants. His dark curly hair crowning his head while pale skin stretched flawlessly across his frame. The skinny man was no longer that. He was bigger, more imposing now. The wings framing his body told as much a story as the rest of him. Antonio turned away from Derrick and beat on the door, pounding hard.
"HELP PLEASE!"
Derrick chuckled darkly, before laying the whip across Antonio's back, causing the man to scream.
"Come Tony, we have work to do." Derrick cracked the whip again.
*Scene 1*
Antonio sighed, his hand steady under the cold biting weight of the gun in his hand. Despite his practiced nature, sweat still coated his body, glistening in the low light that buzzed around the two. Yes, two. Another man sits on his knees in front of Antonio, his converse shoes untied, the heels pressing into his butt as he sits silently. He doesn't move except his steady breathing, almost calm, and the small twitch of his lips as he murmurs...something inaudible. Antonio had to do it. He needed to finish this here and now. He only had one chance before the town would find them, and his chance to be the hero would be ripped away. He could feel the air prickle against his skin, like so many needles digging in. He grunted, slapping his neck with a free hand, before looking down again.
"You're dead meat Derrick, no one in this town likes you, and not one of them believes you or your lies! Can you hear them?" As he said it, the flames of Derrick's home roared louder, as if to punctuate Antonio's words. "Whatever spell you have cast, they know. They all know now. There is nowhere to hide!"
Derrick leaned forward slightly, pressing his forehead to the gun, grey eyes calm and almost amused. Derrick sports a grin, his black hair curled around to frame his face like so many catholic images of angels.
"Pull the trigger then Tony." He grins, resigned to his fate. Antonio's fingers twitch, sweat still running down his back and arms. Why was it so HOT! Why is he.... so willing? Why is he smiling? Antonio paused, looking down at Derrick, confused and concerned. He could feel the sweat on his upper lip, making him all too aware of the humidity. The air became thick around Antonio, the cloying heat continued to grow thick around him. Derrick sat motionless, his head still pressed to the muzzle of the weapon. Antonio's grip loosened for a moment. Maybe. Maybe he wasn't ready to-
"HEY!" Someone called out.
BANG! The echo of the weapon reverberated around them . Derrick's body fell to the ground lifeless and bleeding. Antonio sucked in a breath, hands shaking. What did he do?! Suddenly the air around his thickened until it felt like someone was smothering him, before he passed out.
*Scene 2*
Antonio froze, eyes wide, as the door slammed wide open and a chair threw itself, yes ITSELF, across the room. It's been going on for weeks now. Ever since- NO! This was NOT that! Derrick is dead! The door slammed shut again. Antonio pressed his hands against his head, squeezing them against his ears. Hoping it would all go away. That it would all stop! A pain scratched across his legs, leaving deep furrows of red in their wake. Antonio screamed, pulling his legs in close to his body as he pressed himself against the wall, away from the chaos around him. Away from the pain.
A dark shadow collected in the doorway, red burning eyes watching him as a toothed mouth opened wide in a grotesque smile.
"No! Leave me alone!" He grunted, shoving the rolling computer chair away from him and at the shadow. The chair passed harmlessly by, and stopped in the hallway. The chair seat turned to face him, and the shadow sat in the seat. HOW?! He groaned. When was the last time he could sleep? When was the last time he could eat or drink? Antonio just wanted it all to end! Wanted the torment to stop!
His hand shook as he held the gun in his hand. Where did it come from? Antonio looked up, and the shadow had moved closer, standing over him now. He screamed again, whimpering even as his bladder let go of it's contents. The shadow chuckled! At him! Antonio cried, fat tears sliding down his face as he looked at the gun. It was the same one he had used on Derrick. Antonio groaned, shrinking as far against the wall as he could, away from the shadowed figure looming over him now. Did it want him to do it? Take his life? Would he be free? He would would, wouldn't he? He looked down at the gun again, back up at the shadow, then at the gun again. He licked his lip. Maybe, it would end this living hell.
Pain stretched across his back, lancing deep. Antonio could feel the warm liquid drip down his back. How was this thing able to hurt him? It would only get worse. It would only continue. How long would he be able to hold on? Antonio mouth the weapon into his mouth. He couldn't do this anymore. He couldn't keep living like this! Antonio closed his eyes, and the shadow creature wailed next to him, angry at his actions. It gave him hope. Maybe then he couldn't reach him once he died? That was all Antonio needed. He pulled the trigger. Bright light flashed behind his eyes, then nothing.
*Scene 3*
Antonio opened his eyes. He was surrounded by grey and sand. His toes dug into the cool sand, and he felt he could breathe easy again. Maybe he was safe now? Was this the end? Was this heaven? He looked around himself. Well this was boring. He was about to start walking when a cloaked figure appeared in front of him. He yelped, and jumped back.
"Hello Antonio."
"Uh...hi... where am I?" Antonio gulped, fingers fidgeting.
"Limbo, or a simpler version of it. I am here to bring you to your final place." The cloaked man turned and began walking. Antonio jumped into a run to catch up, before walking beside the figure.
"Where are we going? Is it heaven? Does God exist? Who's right? What happened to-"
"Enough. You will find out soon." The figure continued to walk and as it did, the world around them phased out slowly. As if someone had overlapped another reality and it slowly bled into existence and became corporeal.
It was dark, and cold. All around them the sand gave way to hard cobblestone, while crumbling ruins began to pass by in more frequency. Where was this? He continued to follow, but his hope was beginning to give way to fear, as icy dread began to slither down his back and through his veins. Slowly, skeletons, bodies, and figures he couldn't place were appearing, walking around them. As if nothing was amiss. Nothing at all. The area around them gave way to a small market, a small town. Filled with monsters.
It wasn't long before they appeared in front of a door. It was tall and imposing, wrought out of obsidian and iron, the handle wrought of what looked like the most pristine silver he had ever seen. The cloaked man turned, and pointed at the door with a bony finger.
"In. Your destiny awaits." The cloaked man then turned and left.
Antonio watched as he left, then looked at the door. Was this it? All that was left? He took a breath and opened the door and stepped in.
"Oh Hello Antonio. Funny to find you here." A familiar voice snapped, thick with sarcasm and barely controlled bemusement.
Antonio's jaw fell, and he gulped in a breath before turning around and running for the door. The door shut heavily, slamming with a finality that echoed in Antonio's soul. Antonio turned, heart hammering in his chest as he laid eyes on the man he had killed just months before.
"Oh Antonio, you didn't know it, but your fate was sealed when you pulled that trigger. And as a willing sacrifice, I was given quite a lot of authority down here. Including and up to the torment of your soul. How lucky right!?" Derrick cackled maliciously, blackened and burnt wings rising from his shoulders behind him. He stood before Antonio dressed in simple black pants. His dark curly hair crowning his head while pale skin stretched flawlessly across his frame. The skinny man was no longer that. He was bigger, more imposing now. The wings framing his body told as much a story as the rest of him. Antonio turned away from Derrick and beat on the door, pounding hard.
"HELP PLEASE!"
Derrick chuckled darkly, before laying the whip across Antonio's back, causing the man to scream.
"Come Tony, we have work to do." Derrick cracked the whip again.