The transition between death and hell |
The wound was terrible. The medical staff had stopped working so hard and furiously They were fighting a lost cause. The monitor flat lined, And a steady buzz was the last thing I heard. Contrary to what you might think, it can get darker than pitch black and colder than any arctic wind. I was lost. In a world of nothing. Where my thoughts reverberate and echo at a thousand decibels. Piercing me with knives of frost. Where is my breath? My heartbeat? Gone. An eternity. Loneliness. I can barely make out what had happened. I was on my to a deal. A place in a dark alley, in the middle of the big city. I had the goods, they brought the money. A few suitcases were opened and an argument broke out. And I'll tell you what, those black limousines must have been bulletproof. Thirty seconds later I was laying on a bricked sidewalk, bleeding from icy wounds. A woman screamed and... Yes It went bad. Very bad. And now here I am. Floating through endless nothing. I cannot even feel my own hands, Let alone see them. I simply don't exist anymore. I'm a lone conciseness floating through a vacuum. Hours seem to pass as I float and think. Something breaks the silence. A sound like television static. I try to look in the direction of the sound, But it's a useless gesture. It is all around me, And I can't move of my own will. So what can I do? I keep thinking. I come to in a brightly lit room. But I cant see. I know it must be a hospital. I can smell sterility and recycled air. A mask is placed over my face, And I am out again. But not before I caught a glance of the corner NO! Him! Don't let him near me! But no one can hear me. I am too weak Still I float. A slow ride along a cosmic road. But I now feel subtle currents. I may be moving downwards. I think. And thinking is all I can do. I ponder the last minutes. The choices I've made. Regrets? Bah! No regrets. Never. My descent hastens. It is a tangible force. Like an invisible waterfall. I am still unconscious, But I can perceive what is happening now. I can see my body. Plugged into various tubes. Somehow my condition has stabilized. I can hear the doctors murmuring. "It's a miracle." Some say. "Serves him right." Say others. And for a while the room is silent. They leave to admit others into the emergency room. After a few minutes I can hear footsteps. Large boots clattering on the tiles. After a moment an orderly walks in and checks my vitals. But something is unusual about this one. He is too big. His shoulders far too broad. And then I panic. My heart rate screams on the monitor. Him! No He doesn't work here! No! Keep him away! I struggle as best I can, But I cannot control myself. I am not within my body. The man peeks a quick glance out the double doors. Then he swiftly glides back to my side. A sinister smile crosses his face. He pulls out a small hypodermic needle, filled with a black fluid, and empties it into my IV bag. And then he waits looking over me with a triumphant sneer. His eyes. Like those of a shark nothing. No pity My monitor buzzes The vision fades and I am floating once again. Wait. A feeling of weightlessness overtakes me. I am falling now. The gravity pulls my thoughts in every direction. And in the distance I see something, far off, but getting closer. Red lights. Eyes Closer. Now I can hear breathing! Like that of a beaten dog. And then I hear the laughter. Laughter composed of millennia of lunacy. A mad cackle of blood and lust. And the eyes are before me. No! His eyes! A pressure grabs my legs. "Welcome to eternity," the most loathsome voice I've ever heard hisses, "We promise to keep you warm." The last thing I can recall is the smell of rotten meat and hot breath. And then the pain begins. |