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Haze: Death’s Redemption
When you are cold, surrender
and die to the Heat of the Heart”- Ice Cube
Chapter 7: Deaths Shows Many Faces, As the Angel Chases.
The dark figure in the seemingly endless plane of darkness was the only visible thing for infinite miles. The silhouette merely sat there like a mountain, not showing any signs of life, but can a God of Death really have life. It makes one wonder…
I rested on my rear, legs crossed, arms folded, eyes and ears closed, mind open. The silence: I walked in it. The loneliness: I bathed in it. The darkness: I breathed it. The hate in my heart: I lived off of it. I meditated on numerous things but mostly focused the same thing I had for the past fourteen years: my chance to get out of this hellhole. I hadn’t been able to escape this place of purgatory for over a decade and I was getting pretty damn tired of it. I had only recently fought that damned Nero, I had one more to go before I could free myself from this prison of the mind, body, and soul.
I opened my eyes after days of focusing my energy, sensing a presence different than mine. I quickly vaulted onto my feet and moved my hands to my weapons: one on the hilt of my blade and the other on the gun in my holster. I was ready for war. Soon, steps were able to be heard, at first feint but growing louder with time. Strange, I thought, I’ve been the only one here forever besides those other two trolls, who could this be? The footsteps finally came to a soft halt, and a figure in the darkness came to be seen.
A chuckle came from an unrecognizable place in the Darkness and soon it spread everywhere. The sound was chilling to the bone for most, but not I. I laid my eyelids to rest, and focused on where the sound began and after minutes of focus I drew my gun to shoulder length and aimed into a corner of the darkness. I pulled the trigger and the bullet flew through the air with a loud Bang! hitting its target with absolute accuracy.
I breathed out a couple of chuckles and broke the silence with a question. “Tell me, Ortez, what makes you can trick a wolf in his own den, God on his throne, Death in his favorite graveyard.”
After seconds of silence the man named Ortez spoke. “After all this time of solitude, your shot is still perfect. You never cease to amaze, An-“ I interrupted him with gunfire.
“Scum like you don’t deserve to say my name. Now why did your boss send you here?” I reloaded my gun with a clip of my own special ammo and spoke again. “Speak quickly, before I decide to trap you here with me. You know I would damn sure like the company.”
“You know why I’m here, An-.” I put my finger on the trigger. “I mean…king. Pierre sent me here since I am one of the few who can enter mind spaces to give you a… proposition.”
I smiled wryly and replied, “Go on…”
“Lord Pierre has sent me here to ask you to help him find someone.”
“Unless you haven’t noticed you dumb son of a bitch, I’m stuck in a teenagers mind. No way out, unless I am the only one who dwells here and unfortunately, If I’m the only one who dwells here, then I am gone forever. So unless Pierre can get my ass outta here, then he can take a bullet to the head for all I care.”
He made that strange cackle, and came out of the shadows and his full figure showed. He wore his trademark brown trench coat, a black shirt, and some blue jeans. Nothing special on the outside, but on the inside he was much more than what he seemed to be. “And he can get you out of here, but only for a price.”
I instantly raised my head as he finished his sentence. “What’s the catch?
“Like I said before, you must help us find someone.”
“Name him.”
“It’s more of a her, my friend, much more of a her.”
A stern look on my face I replied, “Bitch, we’re not friends. You know for a fact what I think about friends. Friends are liabilities that merely way you down when you are close to the peak of your power. Just because I did the final job with you before does not mean we’re friends. I have no friends. Never have; Never Will; Never Want to.”
“So mean yet so… interesting. That’s what I like about you king, your not going to hold anything ba-“
“Quit stalling you son of a bitch, tell me her name.” I was growing impatient. I had nothing better to do, but still, I’d rather sit and do nothing than listen to some asshole comment me for the rest of my time here.
Grasping his left shoulder where his bullet wound was, he replied, “I belive you know her from back on Earth. The name of the lady is Mya.”
I smiled at the mention of the name of the girl that the fool I lived off of loved so much. It would be a pleasure… no- a delight to take her soul and watch my blade slowly slide out of her head. The thought of her death was orgasmic.
“How is he gonna get me out of the kids mind if the kids not dead.”
“A thing called soul diffusion, another thing you are familiar with.”
I laughed. “Familiar… you ass, I invented soul diffusion But the only way you can diffuse is if you have me or that other excuse for an AOD, who unfortunately shares this body with me, outside of this mind space, unless…”
Ortez’s smile widened and his eyes grew. “We have found another AOD. He goes by the name of Hades. Do you accept?”
“I’ll accept on one condition.”
His smile withdrew into a frown. “What?”
“Find Vego “Kontan” Osbourne. The one who sealed me in here.” Ortez nodded his head in agreement and disappeared into the shadows without saying a word. I put my weapons away, cracked my fingers, and meditated as before, but this time instead of focusing on how I was going to get out of here, I focused on when.”
Frustratingly, I knocked on the door, expecting another “right down the hall to your left”, from the teacher in the classroom, but didn’t get it. “Hello, is this Ms. Haines’ class?”
“Why yes, it is? And may I ask why your late for class?”
I chuckled and replied, “I’m the special student Lee told you about.” Lee told me that all my teachers would know my condition if I just told them ho I was.
She looked surprised, and replied with, “Oh. You are Nero, the… special kid.” I wouldn’t call being blind special, but whatever, I didn’t have time to curse a teacher out for being inconsiderate of my self esteem.
“Yeah, that’s me.” A smile filled her face and she motioned for me to sit in the front of the class. With help, I was given a seat, and could feel the stares of my classroom peers.
For the remainder of the class period she went on about geometric stuff until finally, the bell rang. But something was strange. I felt an eerie presence around me. It was seemingly omnipotent. It saw every move that I made during class, from picking my nose, to blinking my eye. Who- or what-ever it was, as soon as I could get my vision back permanently, I would make sure they wouldn’t be able to see the light of day ever again.
As the storm of kids ran out of the classroom, I swore I saw a quick flash of color, but maybe I was just imagining things. I was a bright hue, and came as fast as it went. Probably the sun, I thought. I walked out with baby steps, making sure I didn’t trip or fall over anything when I heard a shriek from a while down the hallway. The voice was all too familiar. It was full of fear, cowardess, but most of all it was full of pain. Mauricio.
I instinctively ran through halls, towards the origin of the voice, running into a person every other second until I had to run into the big bully of the school. Just my luck.
“Hey you blind son of a bitch, watch where the fuck your goin’!”
My pride wouldn’t let me back down normally, but Mauricio needed help. “I’m sorry, but as you already know, I’m blind, excuse me.”
“I’m not lettin’ you off that easy punk. Your gonna pay me some respect and kiss my ass for bumping into me. Literally. The thought of kissing some guys ass was frightening, almost making me shiver. Then something happened. I did shiver. Not because of the aforementioned thought, but because of something else. I didn’t know what, but as soon as it happened, I blacked out, remembering nothing but darkness.
“I’m back!!” And with that I stepped through the light and my reign began.
Unlike Nero, I could see, and saw this guy for what he truly was, a beast, literally. He stood at six foot three, and weighed around two hundred pounds, pure muscle mass. He was nothing. Judging from the look in his eyes he was a lycan. He craved the hunt and fighting, like water to a fish.
“How dare you, say that I’d lose to you! Death is so delightful, especially by me!” The burlesque teen reared back his leg and kicked, aiming towards my head.
I evaded by leaping backwards, and sprung back feet first towards his head. I let loose a volley of bicycle kicks towards the beasts face, but he dodged just in time and elbowed me to my head. A sharp pain was instantly felt, at the back of my head. I fell to the floor, clutching my head with pure pain and hatred. A little rusty, I thought.
I leapt onto my feet to begin round two. I In the tightly spaced hallway, I realized that a circle crowd began to form. I always liked people to watch me kill! I ran to the wall and hopped in the air, walking on it, and jumping off head first, tackling him, and pinning him on all fours. He struggled to get me off, but it was helpless- I was ten times stronger then he would ever be. I spread my fingers out and put my right palm in front of his face. He tried to transform for extra strength but it was to no avail, as a dark orb of energy paused in front of his face, with purple and red lightning sparks cackling.
As I began to destroy the wolven beings face, a scream came through the hallways. I lifted my head to see who it was. Blonde hair, beautiful face. It was Dana, that bitch who liked Nero. I’ll kill you to!
She broke through the crowd, screaming the weak boys name. “Nero! Stop! Think about what your doing.” A tear slid down her face, sparking a shiver in my body. It was the same shiver that Nero felt before I took over. The diffusion spell was over. Nero came to, coming face to face, with the same boy who he was told who’s ass to kiss, with fear drowning the lycans heart.
“Uhhhh… Uhhh… sorry?” I rose off of him, and heard my name being called by someone. A manly voice: Lee.
“Nero, get your ass over here now! We need to talk!” The crowd parted like the Red Sea, as Lee came through, grabbing me by my ear, pulling me through the hallway, with a couple dozen people staring.
It looked as if the trees were thanking the heavens for it, for the branches were raised up high, while fewer drooped wearily, awaiting there peaceful, cold death. The trees were drenched in snow as if they were coffins, which gave me a feeling of bliss.
It was a serene way to die: seeing something as gorgeous as the snow falling. It was too bad I wouldn’t be able to experience such a calm death as the spruces and ferns that populated the forest. It all comes with my territory.
I rose to my feet as the soft, numbing, pure snow fell off the rear of my jeans. I looked towards the east and saw in the crimson lit sky that the sun was rising. I crouched down and leaped into the white abyss of snow that rested peacefully beneath my feet, waiting for me to join it, wanting me to finally lay at rest as it had, but I knew that rest was for the weak, and if you join the weak, then you would become weak, it was one of the basic principles of life. And being weak was the absolute last thing I needed during an eerily harsh winter such as this.
As I trudged through the heartless icy desert that relentlessly shoved me on my back numerous times, I knew that I could not lower my pace, for time would not let me. The only thing that my brown eyes gazed at was the infinite shroud of snow that obstructed my path to my destination. The numbing cold bit at my body every second. It started at my toes, feeling like a lick from an animal primarily, but grew to the arms, feeling more like chomps than licks, until finally, it got to my head, literally slowing my thoughts by the minute.
Trees were becoming less and less prominent every couple of miles, so I knew I was getting close, but every single step I took felt like an eternity. As the cold gradually ate away at my consciousness, my vision became decreasingly accurate. I now faced the obvious fact that I was dying. Maybe I could die peacefully, I thought, like the trees. Deep down though, I knew that a calm death for me couldn’t be. This death in the heartless clutches of the freezing winter blizzard would be agonizingly long. Peace was not meant to be in my life, but my life was meant to bring peace, ironically.