he was going to be the asshole that ends my life
but I was damned if I was to let that disease plague Honduras
anymore.
T-shirt caught on some damn scythe it wouldn’t free at all and
then Adi spoke as he shot me three times through the side of my
ribs, two bullets exiting through my chest, the third puncturing
through my left lung.
“ The demon Azazel I guess! Nothing but a kid trying to play
vigilante.”
I screamed in pain as Adi spat on me but I wriggled
free.
Before I could even reach my guns he shot me again, this time
in the right leg causing me to fall to the shop floor covered in
all manner of sweet packets and crisps.
Adi proceeded to mock me as I continued to crawl to the gaping
hole I had punctured into the shop with my car. Surely the military
police must have arrived by now I thought but I was wrong as I
managed to crawl out onto the pavement, another bullet puncturing
through my other leg.
Dropping off the high curb I laid sprawled out in the road as
Adi clambered out of the shop wearing his posh blue suit, although
dirty thanks to the dust and debris within the store. Pointing his
gun at several innocent bystanders he shot them in the head making
the other onlookers panic, scream and flee.
Laying in the middle of the road with life fading and my smile
dropping as I looked a young mother and her seven year old child in
the face I became disappointed in myself. I was trying to rid
Honduras of people like Adi. With little to no strength left I
reached for my left side Glock as Adi hovered over me, his pistol
pointed at my head.
“ Good bye you little bitch!” Adi said coldly as he pulled the
trigger yet I remained.
His gun out of bullets I swiftly removed mine from its holder
pointed it up at his head and smiled.
“ Fuck you prick!” I screamed before pulling the trigger and
capping his head.
They were the very last moments of my life because shortly
after that I flat lined, the damn military police still nowhere in
sight as dozens of bodies lay dead, useless corrupt idiots.
Although dead I found myself stood up looking down at my lifeless
bloody corpse, it was as if I was a ghost but there was no sign of
Adi’s ghost or any other ghost for that matter. Stood still looking
upon my actual body I was dressed in some kind of white clothing,
white bottoms and a white t-shirt, no shoes. My hands looked
incredibly pale and as a woman ran straight through my corporal
body there was no denying that I was indeed dead.
Never before had I believed in the otherworld. Believing that
there was nothing beyond death it was quite a shock, but what was I
meant to do now? Wonder the earth in a ghostly form for the rest of
forever. Sadly not as I could not even take a step and this wasn’t
because I couldn’t move in my new soul like body.
Giant gaudy metal chains came firing out of the ground around
me covered in spikes, dried blood and other grisly tokens like
skulls and eyeballs. Wrapping around me like a cloak the spikes
buried in deep causing immeasurable pain. I screamed like a baby as
the ground beneath me swallowed me whole, the chains dragging me
down within.
Chapter two: Entrance into the unknown
Dragged deeper into the earth as my soul-like body bounced
around like an elastic ball, the endless untold amount of spikes
like barbwire wrapped around this new body of mine dying the once
white clothes red with blood. Yet no matter how much I bled I
didn’t die. Was this the afterlife or was this Hell I was going to
I thought to myself as the barbed chains choked me, ever more
ripping the white clothes from my body and leaving me a blooded
naked ghostly corpse.
It seemed like an eternity being dragged through untold
amounts of rock until finally the chains left my bloody beaten up
body and slithered away, yet my body continued to fall through
dense rock. The chains didn’t just strip me of clothing; they had
stripped me bear to the bones. Not even muscle lay upon this
skeleton body of mine. Was this
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