Rain splattered blood on the windshield as I rolled over the sedan and slammed into the asphalt behind it.
Death didn't come as quickly as you might think. I laid inside my body for a long moment waiting for something, anything, to happen. I heard the brakes squeal and the car door fall open as the driver raced to my side, and a handsome fellow leaned into my field of vision while a small child wailed in the background.
Of course. Even in my last moment I'd managed to ruin everything. Be it an evening's drive through the park or ten years of marriage, I always knew just how to end a life. I was right to step into the road, then. Perhaps the people in the car would overcome this pain, and it would all be worth it for the world ahead.
The man leaning over me drew a cell phone from his pocket, and my prayers for a slow ambulance almost distracted me from the swirling sky above. The storm cracked apart and split open, and a black tube like the proboscis of a titanic butterfly stretched into the dome of the world from some place outside. A great, slow voice dripped from the golden void behind it, loud enough to shatter the windows in the sedan and spray the passenger with shards of glass.
"N-O-T... W-E-L-C-O-M-E... H-E-R-E..."
The man beside me clutched his skull and crumpled, blood dribbling from his nose as he spasmed on the pavement. He was gone by the time the sky sealed up and the color returned to my eyes.
I climbed to my feet and wept for the young boy screaming in the car. I closed the almost-killer's eyes and wept for the price he paid. I pulled the knife from my belt and approached the car, and I wept for my work. I wept for all of you.
Despite all the gifts I've sent, Death still won't take me back. And now you're trapped in here with me.
Death didn't come as quickly as you might think. I laid inside my body for a long moment waiting for something, anything, to happen. I heard the brakes squeal and the car door fall open as the driver raced to my side, and a handsome fellow leaned into my field of vision while a small child wailed in the background.
Of course. Even in my last moment I'd managed to ruin everything. Be it an evening's drive through the park or ten years of marriage, I always knew just how to end a life. I was right to step into the road, then. Perhaps the people in the car would overcome this pain, and it would all be worth it for the world ahead.
The man leaning over me drew a cell phone from his pocket, and my prayers for a slow ambulance almost distracted me from the swirling sky above. The storm cracked apart and split open, and a black tube like the proboscis of a titanic butterfly stretched into the dome of the world from some place outside. A great, slow voice dripped from the golden void behind it, loud enough to shatter the windows in the sedan and spray the passenger with shards of glass.
"N-O-T... W-E-L-C-O-M-E... H-E-R-E..."
The man beside me clutched his skull and crumpled, blood dribbling from his nose as he spasmed on the pavement. He was gone by the time the sky sealed up and the color returned to my eyes.
I climbed to my feet and wept for the young boy screaming in the car. I closed the almost-killer's eyes and wept for the price he paid. I pulled the knife from my belt and approached the car, and I wept for my work. I wept for all of you.
Despite all the gifts I've sent, Death still won't take me back. And now you're trapped in here with me.
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