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Bittersweet Angel
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Steve "KingSlayer" Davids Offline
Steve Davids



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#1
06-09-2014, 08:52 AM


“You are death, Steve.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“A man who suffers so much loss, have you ever wondered why?”

“Well, if I'm honest, I've got no idea what the fuck you're talking about but I can tell there's no getting away from whatever shit is about to pour out of your cunt mouth, so go ahead.”

“Well ignoring the slurs... When you dream at night from now on. They won't just be dreams...”

“Well what the fuck is this?”

“A dream.”

“Confusing.”

“You will choose 13 people to die, and you will choose 12 to live. Out of 25 people that you shall interview in your seperate dreams. Do you understand?”

“No. Because it's bollocks.”

“Well, believe that as you should, but you are Death and you shall decide who lives and who dies, whether you want to or not. You will make these decisions, and they will rip your soul apart. But what is it to a man who's soul is already torn? Your choices are literally the life and death of others.

“Can I kill Arryn Connolly now then please? That will save me the trip to Madness on Monday. I mean, does anyone really think that a dosey bitch like her, really stands a chance against the likes of me? Didn't she see what happened to Callaway last week?”

“No, no, no. You will interview does who near death, in one way or another, without them knowing. You are the justice system of who lives and who dies. A fine task for someone such as yourself, I'm sure. Now if you don't mind, I really must be going. Have fun making decisions, Steve... or should I say, Death?”

“Just get the fuck out of here.”

Now I was utterly confused. I dreamt a dream of a man that told me that I will interview people in my dreams to decide whether they live or die? Does that make it a reality, because I don't think it does. Yet, there was an aspect of believability in those chilling whispers uttered by that hooded fool.

Then... it happened, as if by magic I was in a pub. My favourite scenery, and a name came up on my iPhone in my pocket.


'Christopher Warren, 32, Actor. Cause of death – alcohol poisoning in two months. You choose... does he live? Or does he die?'

So I strolled up to the old tavern bar. This was not the sort of pub I was used to. It was dark and bland and grey. The old men in the corner sat and played poker whilst making racist jokes, as they did. Then there was a couple of 16/17 year olds, who obviously only came here as they knew that they would be able to get away with drinking. Then there was one man, who sat alone on a table with an old fashioned pint of Guinness, the four leaf clover was long gone as the man downed the rest of his pint.

He stepped up to the bar and ordered another, and I ordered a Jack Daniels and Coke. I glanced in the mirror to see that I was hooded, and my features were almost all completely different.


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It was as if I had grown old over night.

Christopher took his place at the table once more, and I sat opposite him. The man stared blankly at me, slurring as he spoke.


“What the fuck do you want?”

The man's rudeness made me tempted to sentence him to death almost immediately. Yet I knew I had to have more patience than that, at least a bit more, a bit...

“Well Christopher, to put it bluntly, you are dying.”

“What?”

“I am Death. You are dying. You have two months to live and I must choose whether you deserve to survive the alcohol poisoning that is running through your veins and liver or whether you become worm's meat. So what is it going to be?”

“Do you want me to plea with you and tell you about how my life is worth more than anyon else's? About how I deserve another chance. Afraid you won't be getting that from me. I don't deserve another opportunity. I am a 32 year old man, who lost the love of his life, let me drink myself to an early grave in two months, and more than likely, I'll thank you for it.”

“Okay, so you've got yourself into this state because of a girl? How rash of you. When was the last time you were sober?”

“I cannot remember.”

“Well then, your case grows stronger doesn't it Christopher. You know something? We all go through things that are tough, challenging. Some more so than others. This is your way of dealing with things? Then I am afraid then I lack sympathy for you. This world is cruel and if your way of fighting it is by drinking alone in a dark tavern, then do you really deserve to become a survivor?”

“You do not understand, whoever the fuck you are. I do not care whether I live or die and I will not tell you whether to kill me or not. Just know this, know this, 'Death'. A man's sorrow and reaction to his deepest loss is not to be judged by any man.”

“I'm not an ordinary man though. So just maybe, maybe, you should make an actual case?”

“Never.”

And just like that, I placed my hands on his eyes, and closed them. Christopher went cold and numb almost immediately, as did I.

Then the scenery emerged into a black fog and lightning struck down upon me.

I woke up, on my living room floor in a panicky ball of fear and sweat. I don't think I quite believed what happened in my head the previous night. Can something that happens when you sleep really be a reality?

It was almost impossible to tell. Yet, I felt like I had lost someone, or something. Then, almost immediately, a red line appeared on my wrist. The Roman numerals for '1' emerged in blood. Perhaps, it was a tally. Or perhaps, it was merely a coincidence. I'm not sure it mattered, whilst I felt bad for perhaps having this power, I also felt relieved that it seemed as though I would be deciding the fate of people I do not know.

1 down. 24 to go. 12 to kill. 12 to save.

Only the unearthly could present one with such a torturous power.






Credit to: [Life or Death Poetry]

Bittersweet Angel

Sweet, sweet bitersweet angel
How did you capture my soul? 
For your eyes will hold my gaze
As you hypnotize my days
When lonliness captured my soul
But your light atracted me
and tempted me
For I tasted your sweet and 
I can understand your bitter
And if you ask for forever
Forever is just the beginner

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