• Dead-beat afterlife by Theodore Ontko Epilouge The Beginning of the End




    It seemed completely normal at first... The first time I had died. I had always figured it would feel that way... That I could just lay my head back, close my eyes... drift away to the sky above... if only it had been that easy...

    “Clear!”a distant whisper seemed to say... “We can't afford to lose him!”

    “How's his pulse nurse!?”

    “I-I don't know... I-I can't-”

    The whispers had faded... I prepared for my final flight... as a loud melody of sirens played, I could feel myself slip away... But that was it! In stead of waking in the arms of my savior, everything was black. I was in what seemed to be a void, but was quickly illuminated by a booming voice...
    “I HAVE JUDGED YOUR LIFE FROM START TO FINISH!” it seemed angry.”I SHOULD SEND YOU STRAIT TO DEATH...BUT...” The voice seemed calmer,”DUE TO YOUR FINAL ACT OF REDEMPTION BY SACRIFICING YOURSELF TO SAVE THE PEOPLE YOU CARE ABOUT, I SHALL LET YOU ENTER AGAINST MY BETTER JUDGEMENT”

    “Enter what?” I shouted into what seemed to be nothing,”what is this?”
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    Just then, everything seemed to shoot back into perspective. I was in an ambulance, laying on my death bed... Then, to my attention, A nurse with long black hair seemed to stair at me. With a shameful look on her face, it seemed as though she had failed to do something.

    As I rose from the medical-cot, the nurse seemed to continue to stare, though her eyes failed to watch me rise. She lifted her transeiver, pressed a button, and let out a depressing sigh...

    “The boy?” a muffled voice had called from the device, “What about the boy?”

    By now, the nurse seemed as though she would cry. She lifted her hand and weakly replied, “He's...dead, sir...”

    “Dead!? I can't be dead! Look see? I'm ok! Look!” I shouted as tears ran down my face.

    She seemed to ignore me, and proceeded to state my time of death. Death? I'm not dead, I'm still here... Then I froze as I looked down at the cot. There was me, cold, dead, lifeless.

    “No!” I shouted,” Thats not me! I'm not dead!”

    Deep down, I knew. I was dead. There was no way around it. Game over.As I started to cry, the darkness brushed over me as I drifted into a dark dreamless sleep...