Twilight—50 Years Later
Part V
"AAHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs when I felt an agonizing, burning, inflaming, wretched sensation fill my entire body like I was in a steaming hot water bath, my skin boiling at the touch of the water. I continued this for several hours nonstop, knowing I was in a tunnel directed to hell. I had committed many crimes and I was no saint, but damn, I didn't think it would hurt so much.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" I bellowed.
My eyes were closed, and I was afraid to open them, for fear I would see the devil facing me. But, then again, if I were on a highway to hell, I would be seeing a lot of him, so I would have to get used to his grotesque face, right?
I slowly, vigilantly opened them, dreading that his sinister eyes would be right in front of mine, but what I saw was the complete opposite. There, sat a pale man, in his early twenties, very blonde hair, and a pleasant face. I remembered that the devil used to be the most beautiful angel, so maybe this was his disguise. But I wouldn't fall for his ruse.
I heard a muffled laughter beside me, but I couldn't see who it was and where it was coming from.
"What is it, Edward?" the pale angel-devil asked with a calm voice.
"She thinks you're the devil in disguise as a beautiful angel, trying deceive her."
The pale blonde chuckled lightly. "Imaginative, this one."
"Yes, very," Edward agreed.
THE END.
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