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After Death II – Apocalypse
Prologue
Why is it that there always seems to be a time in one’s life where you ask yourself ‘Is it worth going on’? Why bother continuing when there is no point to continue? Will it hurt? Will it hurt less than what’s to come? What if that Christian **** is actually true and I end up in Hell? Doesn’t matter…nothing matters anymore…Ponders Tapestra Shapelle as she stares at the rope in her hands. She caresses the crudely fashioned twine, made from her clothes and stockings, as if it were a sacred idol. She is beautiful. She has brown eyes, light, fair skin, a few freckles, and auburn hair that ends just at her shoulders. Tapestra is also wearing her favorite dress, a dark violet gown that is tight around her body, and has matched it with her lipstick and nails; preparing for the coming ritual. She rubs the homemade rope against her cheek, closing her eyes as she enjoys the sensation. I wonder if it’s gonna feel THIS GOOD around my neck.
There’s a knock at the door to her high-rise apartment. “Who is it?” She shouts from her couch.
“It’s Jonese!” Says the man from behind the door. Jonese is her boyfriend or rather ‘was’ her boyfriend.
“Go away, Jonese.”
“Please Tapestra, open the door.”
“No, I’m not gonna do that.”
“Tapesra…come on…I just wanna be with you…”
“Just go. I wanna be alone.” She’s lying; she simply doesn’t want others to see her commit suicide. She would rather have people think of her as the strong person she was most of her life, not as a weak individual looking for the easy way out...despite the circumstances.
“But Tapestra…I love you…”
Tears flow down her face, causing her mascara to run. “I know Jonese…but please just go away…I don’t want you here…"
Silence now. Dead silence. The kind of unnatural silence that scares even the bravest of hearts. Tapestra gets up and goes to the window. The sky swirls into many different colors and suddenly turns black. The entire building begins to shake and the lights go out. She screams as the entire structure collapses onto her.
This is it…she thinks to herself as her lungs and stomach fills with her warm blood; her body crushed by the debris and her head pinned between two chunks of cement. I wish I would have hung myself earlier.
Blood pours out from her mouth and nose as the rest of the pieces above her buckle. The arrangement finally succumbs to the weight and her head is crushed.
Tapestra falls to the black-bricked flooring. Her clothes are gone as well as her make-up that she worked so hard on. I hope this isn’t Hell. Prays Tapestra as she gets to her feet and goes outside. Her eyes widen as she sees the endless, raging purple oceans and deep violet-blue sky with thick, terrifying clouds. In the distance, there are thousands of islands with the same structures as the one she just left. Lightning strikes the tops of each mini temple, bringing others into this realm from her world.
“Welcome to the junction between worlds.” Says a man’s voice. She turns to see him standing next to her, as if he had just appeared out of nowhere.
“At least it’s not Hell. Who are you anyways?”
“I am Yazeth and I hope you’re ready for war.”
After Death II – Apocalypse
Prologue
Why is it that there always seems to be a time in one’s life where you ask yourself ‘Is it worth going on’? Why bother continuing when there is no point to continue? Will it hurt? Will it hurt less than what’s to come? What if that Christian **** is actually true and I end up in Hell? Doesn’t matter…nothing matters anymore…Ponders Tapestra Shapelle as she stares at the rope in her hands. She caresses the crudely fashioned twine, made from her clothes and stockings, as if it were a sacred idol. She is beautiful. She has brown eyes, light, fair skin, a few freckles, and auburn hair that ends just at her shoulders. Tapestra is also wearing her favorite dress, a dark violet gown that is tight around her body, and has matched it with her lipstick and nails; preparing for the coming ritual. She rubs the homemade rope against her cheek, closing her eyes as she enjoys the sensation. I wonder if it’s gonna feel THIS GOOD around my neck.
There’s a knock at the door to her high-rise apartment. “Who is it?” She shouts from her couch.
“It’s Jonese!” Says the man from behind the door. Jonese is her boyfriend or rather ‘was’ her boyfriend.
“Go away, Jonese.”
“Please Tapestra, open the door.”
“No, I’m not gonna do that.”
“Tapesra…come on…I just wanna be with you…”
“Just go. I wanna be alone.” She’s lying; she simply doesn’t want others to see her commit suicide. She would rather have people think of her as the strong person she was most of her life, not as a weak individual looking for the easy way out...despite the circumstances.
“But Tapestra…I love you…”
Tears flow down her face, causing her mascara to run. “I know Jonese…but please just go away…I don’t want you here…"
Silence now. Dead silence. The kind of unnatural silence that scares even the bravest of hearts. Tapestra gets up and goes to the window. The sky swirls into many different colors and suddenly turns black. The entire building begins to shake and the lights go out. She screams as the entire structure collapses onto her.
This is it…she thinks to herself as her lungs and stomach fills with her warm blood; her body crushed by the debris and her head pinned between two chunks of cement. I wish I would have hung myself earlier.
Blood pours out from her mouth and nose as the rest of the pieces above her buckle. The arrangement finally succumbs to the weight and her head is crushed.
***
Tapestra falls to the black-bricked flooring. Her clothes are gone as well as her make-up that she worked so hard on. I hope this isn’t Hell. Prays Tapestra as she gets to her feet and goes outside. Her eyes widen as she sees the endless, raging purple oceans and deep violet-blue sky with thick, terrifying clouds. In the distance, there are thousands of islands with the same structures as the one she just left. Lightning strikes the tops of each mini temple, bringing others into this realm from her world.
“Welcome to the junction between worlds.” Says a man’s voice. She turns to see him standing next to her, as if he had just appeared out of nowhere.
“At least it’s not Hell. Who are you anyways?”
“I am Yazeth and I hope you’re ready for war.”
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