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"Damn Marathon, I'll get them, they'll regret owning it."

Critical Afterlife

He watched,

He waited,

He wished,

He prayed,

And he hoped.

Even the slightest of Angels can have these things right?

Even the slightest of Demons can have these things too right?

Not in his eyes.

He never knew life or death for it was a fiction to him, a fable created by the mind of someone who thought they saw one die and live. Life and Death is a vision. The way he saw it was that Life was something that people used to get on with what they desire to do, even if that means the most terrible of things, such as Rape, Murder, Sadistic things that include someone else harming another. Death was where you were still living, you only knew that you could not live the life that you once did or the life you forgot to live even though you promised yourself you would live it. Your Soul lives on. But people seem to forget that fact.

We're all Immortal.

Especially in his eyes; but he doesn't want to believe the fact that even though he knows all this, he cannot tell no-one about it.

Because he's Death himself.

He never wishes to believe this, but he does because it's a plague that haunts him. Night, Day, Dusk and Dawn are spent wondering, learning, speaking, harkening. He's alone and he doesn't like it. He wishes for another like him.

But his lord has left him because of the crimes he committed alive. He may have been a criminal but that doesn't mean he doesn't have feelings. He's lonely.

He's tired, bored and tormented.

It felt like, everyday, like the world had been sucked out of him and drained into the oblivion his life disappeared to. He tried to regain the honour that was so cruelly taken from him, ripped from him, sucked from him.

Vengeance?

No.

No matter how enticingly addictive it sounds he cannot, for it would drive him more into the hole he has tried to claw out of for so long, no wonder his body aches.

But he knows it isn't this that has made his body ache so.

It's the knowledge that he gained when he became what he is today.

Death.

He gained knowledge as to what it is, how to understand it, how to live – well live while knowing your dead – with it. Even when he was alive he was quite the intelligent person with an I.Q exceeding over 160, but this knowledge was too much to cope with, it hurt him and when he tried to think of something simple he had to use the method that was forced upon him to gain the answer.

If he could,

He'd kill himself.

Because then he knew – from the knowledge he gained – those who commit suicide do not go to Hell nor Heaven, they go to Limbo, and alternate world which is in between Hell and Heaven. All who go there obviously know that in Heaven you'd be in a place where you can do no wrong. But every action has its wrong. And the same goes with Hell. Every action has its good.

But it's forbidden to do that you see.

Hell-Evil.

Heaven-Good.

And he didn't like that. That's why he is what he is know; he's an out-casted Demonic Angel.

He never wanted to change, he didn't want to regain his honour, but he wanted to be the man he once was. For he knew that if he became him again, he'd understand things better. He'd see things in a better light, a better way. The way he was know was too much to bare with, too much to live with.

Then it was a good thing he was dead, wasn't it?

No!

He didn't want to believe that, he wanted to believe he was alive and that people could see him, that he didn't have to make them see him. It was like a computer in his mind that asked:

"Would you like this person to see you? Yes or no?"

It did depend on whom it was he supposed. If it was someone who he did not like, or someone he knew from when he was alive that tried to have him put away then he chose no. But if it was the opposite then he chose yes.

But there was one.

Her.

He never knew that he'd see her again, but when he did his none-beating heart dropped into his stomach, like a sack of potatoes that dropped to the ground as it cut through the gravity that was the air. He couldn't breathe the air because there was no reason to breathe, he could not breath at all if he wanted to, but because it was a natural thing he was used to so he chose to because at least when he did he felt the air cool his inner-organs that no longer worked. It still felt nice to feel the wind against his skin; that was something he was happy and proud about. A life without the air would be disturbing.

But still, when he saw her he couldn't breathe even if he tried, his throat closed up and he couldn't feel the air go into his body to cool his organs. So to put simply:

She took his breath away.

And he didn't like that either. He didn't want her to effect him like that, he was stronger then that right? He would never let a 27 year old do that to him... right?

Impossible!

"Nothing's impossible Timothy." Scoffing he stood from the cliff edge and looked into a puddle that had formed during last nights storm.

"Yes it is. Loads of things are impossible, people just don't know it because they've never faced anything impossible, besides going into Space without oxygen. People don't want to believe that things can stop them, they want to be better then everyone else in their little egotistical minds, but they ignore it saying it's natural for them to feel that way when it isn't, it's typical for them to feel that way!"

"Silence! You know all these things because I knew you'd be able to understand them better then other humans, that is why you were given the knowledge you were given. It's a gift Timothy, embrace it."

"It's not a gift, because I didn't accept it as one, it was forced upon me like I was some little termite that needs to be tamed and controlled and taught the way of this life. I'm not supposed t be dead! I saved that girl, I SAVED HER! And this is the thanks I get! TORMENT!"

"If that is how you see it then see it that way my boy, but you know it is not, in that mind of yours you know it's more then 'torment' you just deny the fact that you're special enough to carry this knowledge."

"I may be 'special' but I don't want to be, I want to be normal again, I want to be human again!"

"My boy, you've discovered something that is impossible, now you know I cannot turn you back because you're not meant to."

"I'm not meant to be here! SHE IS FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!"

"As you say, it's someone else's fault, not yours, live with that Timothy Scam, live with believing it's not your fault while knowing it is because you chose this life to save her."

"But why did I save her?"

"That's what you have to figure out my son, you do have knowledge for something, so use it to discover that something you so desire to discover."

"Hey! That's gibberish again and you know I can't understand that, speak sense!" But the voice had already gone, he knew it'd come back soon, but when that soon would be he didn't know.

What did he mean? Use the knowledge to discover the something you desire to discover? What did he desire to discover? Sure he wanted to know why he saved her but he didn't desire to find out, he wasn't that desperate to find out.

Right?

Right.

Wrong.

"Ugghhhh! Why am I so tormented by the knowledge I have but I cannot use it to find the answer I want!?"Of course, no-one answered that. Rolling his eyes he sat back down on the edge and kicked out his feet in a pattern that would make any other person think it's impossible to do such a pattern like that, but no, he was doing it and he didn't care at the moment – if someone was with him – what people thought. He was alone and he knew he'd stay this way. Unless...

Unless she was 'accidentally' killed.

Yes, that would work out in some demented and twisted way, because if it was an accident people would not expect it to be him who had done it, people would expect it to be some natural accident that could happen to anyone.

He liked that idea a lot.

"I wonder if anyone would suspect a Demonic Angel to kill a Human. I doubt it. I guess being what I am has its upsides." Smirking so that his small fangs that only slightly over-lapped his bottom lip, he stood and flapped his right Demonic wing to make sure it wasn't stiff, and it wasn't. Then he flapped his left Angelic wing to do the same. Happy with the results he flapped them faster to gain enough wind under them that would push him into the air. Gritting his fangs and squinting his dark moron eyes tinted with sea-foam green, he pushed into the air and gained the altitude he needed to fly towards his destination.

Once he arrived at his destination he realised that she was not there. Perhaps she was out with her friends? Or maybe she had a boyfriend that she was out with?

He seethed at that thought.

She couldn't have a boyfriend because he wanted her, so in terms if she did have one he couldn't have her anymore because from the moment her heart stops beating she will belong to him, Timothy Scam. He could not wait to show her how he's been living since he died for her, saved her from that dreadful incident and made it take his life instead of her own.

Why did he do that?

He didn't care for her... did he? No that could never be the answer because Demonic Angels don't feel emotion, it was impossible for them to do so because there heart has been busted into tiny pieces so how would it feel the emotions it would feel when it's whole and not pieces. He was confused beyond belief and he wanted answers desperately.

Sitting on the roof of her house he waited for her to return from wherever she was, after all, what's the show without the main character? Not something worth watching and being called an accident that's what. He so badly wanted to make her beg for his mercy, plead for his forgiveness. But knowing her with her strong minded ways she'll have t be broken if you want her to do that.

He'd break her easily.

All he'd have to do is show her that he can torture her friends if he wished to, torture her close loved ones whoever they may be and that'll be enough to make her break and do as he wants.

It was around 10 O'clock at night when she returned to her home. But she was not followed, she was on her own, no-one that help her get away form him and his need, his desire for her to make her pay and love him. She walked into her house not even glancing at the roof even though he had allowed her to see him if she wanted to, so if she had of looked up, she would have seen – in her eyes – a Demonic Human that looked like a handsome god in some ways. He knew she thinks he's handsome, she just doesn't admit it.

Jumping to the ground, landing with no noise that would make her known of his presence, he walked through her front door and looked around, it was completely dark, the lights were asleep obviously. And soon, she would be too, except the sleep that would over come her, she would not wake from.

"I hate days like that, so hectic and tiring. I can't wait for my bed." He heard her voice once before like that, and it had sent thrills through his body, but he could no longer feel those chills that elected the emotion he so badly wanted to feel right at this moment. He knew that if he did feel them though he would have charged at her and taken her whether she liked it or not, taken her to be his own physically. He would love to go up to her and feel every inch of her body, but no, couldn't because he was dead after all. But she will be soon, and that would make him be able to touch her, for it was different, Life and Death. The meanings are always different; it was something you had to figure out so you could live by those rules.

Etc.

Timothy could not touch his desire for she would not feel the touch but he would because he's the one initiating the touch.

But if she was like him and he touched her then she would be able to feel it because she's the same as him, meaning everything he'd do to hershe'd be able to feel it because she'd have the same origin as him.

He saw her then, by the living room looking out into the sky, to the moon, he knew she was mesmerized by it because of its beauty. It was a red moon tonight, a lunar eclipse, a perfect night for an accident killing.

Smirking he slowly walked over to her, but when he saw her turn he stopped knowing she could see him in his new form. She flung herself against the window and slouched into a futile position, staring at him... remembering him.

"YOU! You died though, you can't be here, I saw you die for me, you killed yourself to save me, why did you do that Tim, WHY?!" He saw her fear, that's why he took a step back into the moons gaze to she could see him.

"You see my dear, I may be dead but I'm still alive. I can hear, touch, smell all the things Humans do, but I'm just the little but different. I'm no longer Human. I'm a Demonic Angel, and I'm not leaving here tonight without you, my dear Samantha Simpson." She gasped as he walked forward, eyes blazing with want and desire.

The only thing she could think of was her family, friends, W.O.O.H.P and her life... but she was thinking of something else, she just never took notice of it, because it was a sin to think such a thing.

As he killed her by the accident he promised, she never thought she'd think such a sin of a thought.

"When did I love him and when did I crave his company?"

She never wished to think that because of two reasons.

1. It was true

2. It was not Human to love a beast.

But when did she ever care?

Well this is the second one that I've done and I have no clue what is wrong with me. I was making this one up as I went along, which is unlike me, I must be getting used to this writing and the ideas... Odd.

But hey, I hope you like this one. And in this one I've actually put all thie things I believe about Life and Death, I do believe this, but I don't believe that you turn into the creature Tim is, but the other things I do believe. And the perosn that spoke to Tim wasn't God, it was like his gurdian, his voice ya know. I think when we die we all have one, but it's just someone close to us.

But I could be totally wrong! We all have our beliefs and this is mine. I hope you like the story though, I know I enjoyed writing it!

Please R&R, I love em!

Evily,

Omen