(Here's a story I hope to continue, its deeper and perhaps more unusual than my previous works. It may seem depressing and disconcerting, but trust me, it gets worse hehe) Enjoy my lovelies, for I know this may confuzzle some of you, but all will be reveal itself in the long/run.
And Remember, The Postman Always Rings Twice.
"I have here, a list. No, not just a list. The List. The reckoning of all your days. Your deeds and penance is expected. Your questioning is also expected." It said methodically. The towering, shadowy figure looked down at the attentive it was speaking to, a rather large stilted stand was before him as well, and amongst the pitch darkness, a thin, concentrated beam lit the neatly stacked papers upon the platform.
The person of which 'It' was speaking to, was standing quite nervously, trembling almost, biting his lower lip in habit.
"The life in which you led, the times you have spent tinkering with the so called 'paranormal' seems to have lead to your ultimate demise, so I ask you, do you have the faintest idea why you are here?" It asked softly, but clearly and concisely, trying to remember that mortals tend to be stupid and very nervous creatures.
"Should I know?" He said with a bite of humor, his eyes squinting trying to see... well whomever or whatever he was speaking with.
"Sir," It spoke with clear sardonic overtones, "You are confused. I can see that you are currently out of the Realm of rationality and reason. I will help you." The last of the words seemed to fade into a soft echo, and soon a flash of green, harsh words, bleeding words that sunk into him, overtook him, compelling him to fall deeper into that dark haze... to fall...
Splash. Splattered. Screams. (Don't let go...)
(Don't you DARE TOUCH HIM!)
Soon, the shattered memories pushed violently, deeper out of the far reaches of his subconscious, and it hit him with such a force, he fell to the dark ground.
Soon, the voices echoed louder and resonated through his senses like a monstrous tidal wave of screams (Don't, Don't, Don't... PLEASE!) and was pushed by this ferocity, and as such, they pounded his face mercilessly into the gravel and dirt. They. Faintly, he could make out their forms, the white-clad mercenaries, now soaked in blood. (I...I love you.) As soon as the horrid visions of his Last Moments dissipated, he found himself in the exact position he was in previous, just moments earlier. A minute passed. Silence. Then, in an uncontrollable burst of fear and grief, he sobbed and screamed, falling to his knees, for hi-.. his... (I do love you, you know?)
The unknown personage looked upon its new guest with apathy, and knew it was time to go on. "Take your deep thoughts and leave them to rest for now." It said soothingly, and soon, within moments, he was up and breathing more evenly, tears slowing and eyes tranquil and steady.
"Is he ..ok?" he said slowly, trying desperately to sound less nervous.
"Miserable, miserable, miserable." It uttered with disdain, with no sign of feeling. "You have important matters that should concern you far more." It scoffed lightly.
"None ...of my concern?" he said, trembling on his words, "NONE OF MY CONCERN!"
It shook its heavy head, "Dib Membrane. You should be well advised to keep your temper, for everything you say and do will determine your soul's ultimate resting." It replied evenly. "If you shall remain asinine and petulant with Us, my decision will be quite simple to analyze and establish."
"Where am I?" Dib asked shakily.
"Something you need to understand, Mr. Membrane, and hopefully accept is that the body, the skin you have grown so accustomed to, is now keeping you from your very soul, and your mortality has indefinitely reached its end."
And all Dib could do was think about...
(nothing can keep us apart)