Chapter 1

A Trip To Hell

Lazily watching the world passing him by behind the window of the police car, Dean Ambrose knew that it was most likely that he would never be back in this world again. They would never let him out, they would let him rot until the day he would die; maybe they would only find out he had died only after a couple of days, maybe weeks, even... but he accepted it. Dean had accepted his fate a long time ago.

DNA doesn't lie, technology has gone quite far these days. It must've been a piece of cake for the forensics team to find the owner of the fingerprints they had found on the gun and the bruises on his wife's neck. They had caught him red-handed. Dean couldn't control himself at that moment, he didn't think about the police finding the traces that would definitely lead to him for a second. There was only one thing on his mind on that night that changed everything.

Killing his unfaithful cunt of a wife and the guy he had caught with her in their bed.

You'll never forget your first time, people say. Dean couldn't agree more. He recalled the moment when something inside him snapped when he caught that bastard lying on top of Tina in their bed, their goddamn bed they had shared for five years of marriage. Everything colored red in front of Dean's eyes, he remembered that perfectly, but he couldn't exactly remember if he had said anything to them? Did he yell? That was most likely, he was that enraged.

Enraged enough to kill both of them.

What had to be the most sickening about the discovery was the fact that he knew the guy who was there in the bedroom with his wife; he was a colleague from work, a guy he actually got along with. His name was Frank. They both worked on the construction side, it was a shitty job, but good jobs are scarce these days, everyone know that. Besides, due to the fact that Dean had already a couple of run-ins with the police when he was a teen (vandalism, fights, all the stupid shit a person might have done at one point in his or her life), it was even harder for him to get hired somewhere. The job at the construction side was just sheer luck. Anyway, Frank was an okay guy... at least, that's what Dean thought at first. He would often come over to Dean's place to have a beer and a smoke. Maybe that's when Frank and Tina caught each other's eye, know that Dean thought about it. Little did he know what would await him a couple of weeks later...

Frank had called off sick that day. Unfortunately for Dean, he was unlucky enough to enter into an argument with his boss, he didn't even know what that fight was about. But apparently it was enough for that bastard to immediately fire him, telling him to go home and not return the next day; in fact, he didn't have to show up for work for the rest of his life. So yes, Dean was already angered to begin with. On his way home, he tried to figure out a way to tell the news to his wife Tina. There was no doubt about it that she would be deeply disappointed in him.

But on that day, Dean was going to be one who was going to be disappointed... beyond, even.

As soon as he entered their house, he heard a strange, rhythmic creaking noise coming from the second floor. Dean's stomach immediately sank to his feet, he knew what could produce this kind of creaking; a bed. With his heart pounding in his head, he ran upstairs and charged into his bedroom... to catch Frank in bed with Tina.

That's when a choreography of rage started. The red 'mist' almost blinded Dean, but it was not thick enough to mask the horrified faces of his cheating slut of a wife and her lover. Frank had tried to stop Dean when he practically swung open the closet and grabbed his gun, he could clearly remember that. He had purchased that gun a long time ago to protect himself and his wife from intruders... and on this day, he was finally going to put it to use. It was already loaded. With one blast, the white sheets on the bed colored red and Frank's life had come to a gruesome end. Dean heard his wife screaming in horror, only enraging him more.

She had to die as well.

Dean remembered dropping the gun, launching himself at Tina and squeezing her throat shut with all the strength he had. She clawed at his hands to break free, leaving bloody scratches on his skin, but Dean had already been hurt enough. There was nothing more but pure fear in his wife's eyes, she must've realized the mistake she had just made; she had unleashed a killer inside her husband. Dean only stopped squeezing when she finally stopped struggling forever.

The neighbors must have heard the gunshot, which was most likely why the police soon arrived on the scene and immediately arrested Dean. He didn't even struggle when they roughly handcuffed him and dragged him outside while horrified onlookers had gathered around the house to see what the commotion was all about.

And now Dean was here, sitting in the back of a police car, his hands cuffed together, on his way to court.

There was no doubt about it he was going to be found guilty of first-degree murder, he was fully aware of that. The chance he was going to get a life sentence without any chance of parole was big, if he was lucky his lawyer could get a shorter sentence for him. But if he was truly unlucky... he would get the death penalty. The death penalty was the punishment every criminal dreaded to receive, but when Dean thought about it, it was perhaps less worse than a life sentence. At least it would be all over when they flipped the switch of the electric chair, if he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison, he would have to fight each and every day for survival. Prison was practically Hell in a concrete building, that's what Dean knew. Not that he had been in prison before, but he had heard quite some fucked up stories from an old buddy of his who had been serving a two-year sentence for an armed robbery. It was the kind of stuff you'd see on those prison documentaries on TV; gang violence, fights in the cafeteria, rapes in the shower, you named it.

Staring at the cars passing him by, Dean planned out his survival method in his head. The police car was driving on the high way, they would arrive at court in probably fifteen minutes. Perhaps if he could take down the leader of a reigning gang, he could earn the respect of a couple of prisoners. He could climb all the way to the top of the ranking ladder, but Dean knew he shouldn't be too sure of that. If he was lucky, in this case, he would receive the death penalty, sparing him a miserable life in Hell itself.

'So.'

The voice of the police officer who was driving the vehicle made Dean snap out of his thoughts. Looking up, he noticed the man, who was in his early forties, was staring at him while looking in the back mirror. Crow's-feet decorated the area around his eyes.

'Would you mind telling me why you did it?' the police officer asked. 'I'm kind of curious, to be honest. Tell me something, I don't like quiet car rides. Was there any kind of reason to kill them?'

There was a short silence between the two men.

'Look, buddy.' Dean responded peevishly. 'I don't feel like telling you, okay? It's none of your business.' And he meant what he said; there was no way in hell he would ever tell a complete stranger, who only had the task to bring him to court, the reason why he killed his wife and her lover. Besides, he was pretty sure everyone who knew about his case knew exactly what the reason was. But perhaps this guy didn't.

The police officer chuckled. 'You don't need to tell me, actually. I think I pretty much know the answer. I know how guys like you are.'

'What do you mean by that?'

'I mean that you're probably a violent prick to begin with. You most likely slapped her around for no good reason from the beginning, and when she decides she had enough of you and starts seeing another guy... you felt like they both had to be punished for it.'

'You don't know shit, alright?' Dean growled. This guy seriously started ticking him off. He had never been violent to Tina before, he had always treated her with respect because he loved her, even if they didn't have much... but apparently that love wasn't enough for her.

The police officer grinned from ear to ear, as if he loved doing this to Dean. He couldn't keep his mocking eyes off of him. 'You can tell me whatever you want, but know this, scumbag... you're going to pay for what you have done. You're life's gonna be a living nightmare in prison, I'll tell you that. You are going to wish you have never-'

Just then, out of nowhere, a deer emerged from the forestation that was located right next to the highway, jumped over the guardrail and ran in front of the police car, all while possible attempting to cross to the other side. The police officer was way too fixated on tormenting Dean to notice this... but Dean saw it all happening.

Just before he could open his mouth to yell at the police officer to look out, the police car drove into the animal with full force, making the world around Dean violently tremble with a mighty impact. Blood splattered all over the cracked front window, completely blocking the sight. The vehicle started spinning around with screeching tires as the police officer desperately attempted to regain control, but it was impossible.

Another loud bang followed, along with the sound of crushing metal. The guard rail, Dean realized. They must have had collided with the goddamn guard rail. Suddenly, he was lifted off his seat and his head hit the rooftop with a painful thud before he was launched against the window. Dean squeezed his eyes shut as he was being thrown around like a ragdoll in the back of the police car. They must be falling, it had to be, he thought. Perhaps from a hill or-

One more hit against the rooftop was enough for the world around Dean to color black in an instant.