"Weak"
Written by Princess Of Quake
PG-13
The man goes to hell.
A man sits peacefully on a bench, waiting. He sighs and looks around for someone to talk to. He sees nobody. He then looks up and notices his sitting under a giant tree, maybe a oak, he isn't sure. Another sigh. The weather is hot. Not burning thought. It's like a summer day with a slight cooling breeze. But for him it's too hot anyway so he takes off his jacket.
"What the hell..?!" He looks down at his ripped chest, covered with blood. "Oh my God!" He shouts and jumps up.
The bench falls backwards against the tree which crashes against the sky. Everything crashes down. The whole world vanishes around the shocked man who just stares at it with mouth wide open. Everything is different. There's noises. It's hot. The new sky is red, the ground is smoking and several pools of lava surrounds him.
"God?!"
The man turns around to see a small man looking up on him.
"Didcha say God? There is NO God here!" The small man shouts in anger. It's voice is loud but the weird accent makes it almost like a silent hiss.
The man blinks. He is still lost and scared. "Where is here?"
A maniac laughter.
"What?!! I need to know where I am, and I also need help, I've been... shot..." The man calms down and just stares the laughing little man in front of him. He has been shot but still there's no pain. Yes, it's a dream. Just a sweet dream, he thoughts.
The little man stops laughing. "Listen me, boe. You're home, here in tha land of hell." It says almost coldly.
The man moves his hands away from the bleeding chest. Ripped flesh, blood.
He looks around to study it better. It looks like it. The noises. Hollow screams. Sky as red as blood. Hot. Blood all over, not his. Lava. "Oh hell."
"That's right, boe! Hell. Now come on!"
"We are we going?" Like he would actually want to know.
"Here."
"What...?" He takes only few steps forward and hits an burning wall. "Damn!" He falls down holding his head.
The little man laughs again. "Stupid, boe."
He looks up to see an house with a name tag on it. His name.
"Come on, I dun have all day for you!" The little man shouts stepping inside the house.
The man gets up and walks after it. He is shivering. He is terrified.
"Listen me, boe. I'll say this only once... boe?! You wanna think this forever and ever and ever... and ever?" It giggles.
"I'll listen."
"Here is your house." It grins. "You like gambling, dontcha? Humm? Yesh yesh! You have everything you need to gamble. You also have a wife. And two kids. Ach, the little rats..." It points the bed. "There."
The man looks and sees his kids. Dead babies playing with a dead cat. He screams.
"No screaming yet!" The little man shouts. "You have been here only for an minute... you have plenty of time to scream."
He gasps for air. He had been there for hours. Not minutes.
"Wife. There. Look!"
He looks.
"Hello darling..." The wife says. Her naked skin glows and she is like a flower. Beautiful.
The man smiles widely.
"Come upstairs..." The wife turns around. Her back is skinless and her brains hang against the blue neck.
The man screams again. The little man sighs. "What else... listen carefully now, you meet your new Lord inside an hour, after your wife has torture you few thousand years, and don't forget to let the cat out, it needs it's daily killing trips, and the babies... just throw 'em in the fridge or something like that... oh and one thing. All the gambling machines are broken." He slides out an sneaky grin.
He screams again.
"Too weak, too soon." The little man says snorting and walks out, locking the door.
Even outside it can hear the man screaming inside the house.
"Weak" It repeats.