Part 3: The Last End-Game.
I sank deep into the green ocean, and I never seemed to reach the bottom. But finnally, I reached it.
I was surrounded by darkness, darker than the deepest night. Then, I heard a faint sound behind me. I turned around, and that's when I saw them.
Rico muartrei, Boris Dime and his crew, Angelo, the Trio, Jack Lupino and his goon squads, and all the others I had killed. They were all there. Or, they're souls, to be exact.
Suddenly, a road of fire appeared, leading to gates of fire.
The Gates of Hell.
It was obvios. I was now going to lead all the souls I had killed, straight to hell. When I started walking, so did the souls and I got a good look at them. B.B was there too, no big surprise there, but Alex was also there. I was a bit confused, then I remembered an old saying:
'Kill a killer, and you will have his kills.'
That saying seemed to qualifie here. And when we were a few feets from the Gate, I couldn't help myself to wonder:
Did I really kill that many?
And when we crossed the gate, they came. Flying demons, with razor sharp claws, sharp enough to piearce the souls I had just delivered, wich they did.
But odly enough, the demons totally ignored me, just concentraded on taking the souls, throwing them into the Pits of Fire.
I was not gonna stick arpund for them realise they had forgotten me. But as crazy as it sounded, I kept on walking, deeper and deeper into hell. I walked until I came at a mountain, I decided to climb it.
When I reached the top, I could get a very good view over hell. A perfect spot for Satan to watch over his domain. And, there it was, His throne. But what I saw next almost made me fall down the mountain I just climbed.
Satan was there, but not on the throne. He was sitting next to it, with a sign saying :'Will work for power.' On the throne however, sat a person I actually expected to see here in Hell, but not on the throne of Hell.
Nicole Horn.
There she was, sitting on the throne, watching what appeared to be, her new domain. Judging from her smile, she liked it better than as a CEO of Aezir.
I don't know what happened next, but suddenly I was standing a lot closer to the throne than I really wanted. She saw me.
"Ah, mister Payne. I really must thank you for killing me. I now have the power I actually never expected to have again. Thank you. As a reward, I will-" Horn was interrupted by someone.
"Hello again Horn, I hope you have some time for another game of chess?" The owner of that voice was Woden, holding a chess board. Horn smiled, and suddenly they were sitting against each other, preabering for the coming game. When all was prebeared, I noticed something.
On the middle of the chess board, right betweeen black and white, was a grey pawn, holding a berretta. It was me.
"Ah, I see you've seen the Executioner." Woden said. "Allow me to explain what his role is. Unlike all the other pawns, the Executioner cannot be moved by either side, and his only target are either me or Horn. He will only move by what is happening around him, and to himself. Horn for example, tried to disable you by murdering you're family. And at first, it worked. But with time, you started to act against her. Oh and don't worry, you weren't born just to be an Executioner, you are just simply chosen temperorily. Now please leave us, we have a chess to play."
I was suddenly pushed off the mountain, and was falling to a pit of lava. But suddenly, it changed into a pit of green liquids. For the second time, I sank.
I suddenly found myself in New York, just near the Rosco street trainstation exit I used so many years ago, when Alex was killed. I didn't know what to do, when a payphone next to me started to ring. I turned towards it, and was about to pick it up, when I noticed a pieace of paper on the phone. It looked so dangerous, as if it would kill anyone who'd touched it. I picked it up. There was something disturbingly familiar about the letter before me. The handwriting was all in pretty curves.
'You are in a fanfiction, Max.'
My skull splitt open and green liquid started to pour, removing all the lies so I could see the truth come over me: My every action and everything I said was written in words by someone, and then putted on a place where everyone could read it, and then tell what they thought of it.
I was in a fanfiction. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could imagine.
I threw letter away from me, and picked up the phone.
"For christs sake, Max! Can't belive you got into a trape by VINNIE, and now you have V in you!! Look, try to snap out of it! Try to remember!"
It was a bad line and a prank call, someone spouting insane babble
I couldn't make much sense of it.
But I had an overwhelming sense of Déjá Vu and the caller's voice sounded oddly familiar.
Suddenly everything became black, and I heard gunshots. When the lights came up, I was suddenly in my old bedroom. Michelle was there, lying on the bed. In front of it was another body.
Me.
The body of me was dressed exactly the same I was when I found the mad junkies. I suddenly heard a clicking sound, and now saw that I was not alone.
There was another me in here, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. Just like the first time.
Just as the other me aimed his gun at me, I leapted to my left and shot a single shot. It hid him right in the head.
A quick death. That's how I want to go.
The body fell down, now stripped of all life. I stood up, and walked towards the door. When I opened it, I turned and looked around the room, hoping that this would be the last time I would be in here.
When I was finished, I walked through the door, wich had a hallway that would lead me back to concius.
I had a certain unfinished bussiness with a certain whimpy whino.
Author's note: I've noticed that a lot of the reviews tell me that I should do a spell check. Let me tell you this: I do NOT have an english spell checker. I'm not english, I'm Icelandic, and my computer dosen't have an english spell checker. Just wanted to let you know that.
I sank deep into the green ocean, and I never seemed to reach the bottom. But finnally, I reached it.
I was surrounded by darkness, darker than the deepest night. Then, I heard a faint sound behind me. I turned around, and that's when I saw them.
Rico muartrei, Boris Dime and his crew, Angelo, the Trio, Jack Lupino and his goon squads, and all the others I had killed. They were all there. Or, they're souls, to be exact.
Suddenly, a road of fire appeared, leading to gates of fire.
The Gates of Hell.
It was obvios. I was now going to lead all the souls I had killed, straight to hell. When I started walking, so did the souls and I got a good look at them. B.B was there too, no big surprise there, but Alex was also there. I was a bit confused, then I remembered an old saying:
'Kill a killer, and you will have his kills.'
That saying seemed to qualifie here. And when we were a few feets from the Gate, I couldn't help myself to wonder:
Did I really kill that many?
And when we crossed the gate, they came. Flying demons, with razor sharp claws, sharp enough to piearce the souls I had just delivered, wich they did.
But odly enough, the demons totally ignored me, just concentraded on taking the souls, throwing them into the Pits of Fire.
I was not gonna stick arpund for them realise they had forgotten me. But as crazy as it sounded, I kept on walking, deeper and deeper into hell. I walked until I came at a mountain, I decided to climb it.
When I reached the top, I could get a very good view over hell. A perfect spot for Satan to watch over his domain. And, there it was, His throne. But what I saw next almost made me fall down the mountain I just climbed.
Satan was there, but not on the throne. He was sitting next to it, with a sign saying :'Will work for power.' On the throne however, sat a person I actually expected to see here in Hell, but not on the throne of Hell.
Nicole Horn.
There she was, sitting on the throne, watching what appeared to be, her new domain. Judging from her smile, she liked it better than as a CEO of Aezir.
I don't know what happened next, but suddenly I was standing a lot closer to the throne than I really wanted. She saw me.
"Ah, mister Payne. I really must thank you for killing me. I now have the power I actually never expected to have again. Thank you. As a reward, I will-" Horn was interrupted by someone.
"Hello again Horn, I hope you have some time for another game of chess?" The owner of that voice was Woden, holding a chess board. Horn smiled, and suddenly they were sitting against each other, preabering for the coming game. When all was prebeared, I noticed something.
On the middle of the chess board, right betweeen black and white, was a grey pawn, holding a berretta. It was me.
"Ah, I see you've seen the Executioner." Woden said. "Allow me to explain what his role is. Unlike all the other pawns, the Executioner cannot be moved by either side, and his only target are either me or Horn. He will only move by what is happening around him, and to himself. Horn for example, tried to disable you by murdering you're family. And at first, it worked. But with time, you started to act against her. Oh and don't worry, you weren't born just to be an Executioner, you are just simply chosen temperorily. Now please leave us, we have a chess to play."
I was suddenly pushed off the mountain, and was falling to a pit of lava. But suddenly, it changed into a pit of green liquids. For the second time, I sank.
I suddenly found myself in New York, just near the Rosco street trainstation exit I used so many years ago, when Alex was killed. I didn't know what to do, when a payphone next to me started to ring. I turned towards it, and was about to pick it up, when I noticed a pieace of paper on the phone. It looked so dangerous, as if it would kill anyone who'd touched it. I picked it up. There was something disturbingly familiar about the letter before me. The handwriting was all in pretty curves.
'You are in a fanfiction, Max.'
My skull splitt open and green liquid started to pour, removing all the lies so I could see the truth come over me: My every action and everything I said was written in words by someone, and then putted on a place where everyone could read it, and then tell what they thought of it.
I was in a fanfiction. Funny as hell, it was the most horrible thing I could imagine.
I threw letter away from me, and picked up the phone.
"For christs sake, Max! Can't belive you got into a trape by VINNIE, and now you have V in you!! Look, try to snap out of it! Try to remember!"
It was a bad line and a prank call, someone spouting insane babble
I couldn't make much sense of it.
But I had an overwhelming sense of Déjá Vu and the caller's voice sounded oddly familiar.
Suddenly everything became black, and I heard gunshots. When the lights came up, I was suddenly in my old bedroom. Michelle was there, lying on the bed. In front of it was another body.
Me.
The body of me was dressed exactly the same I was when I found the mad junkies. I suddenly heard a clicking sound, and now saw that I was not alone.
There was another me in here, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. Just like the first time.
Just as the other me aimed his gun at me, I leapted to my left and shot a single shot. It hid him right in the head.
A quick death. That's how I want to go.
The body fell down, now stripped of all life. I stood up, and walked towards the door. When I opened it, I turned and looked around the room, hoping that this would be the last time I would be in here.
When I was finished, I walked through the door, wich had a hallway that would lead me back to concius.
I had a certain unfinished bussiness with a certain whimpy whino.
Author's note: I've noticed that a lot of the reviews tell me that I should do a spell check. Let me tell you this: I do NOT have an english spell checker. I'm not english, I'm Icelandic, and my computer dosen't have an english spell checker. Just wanted to let you know that.