The 5th is I
This is probably gonna suck… Enjoy anyway!
Police Report#3102978 Angel Eastwood Apparent Self Defense
“‘Angel pay attention!’I awake from my dream and find myself in math class in front of Mrs. Banks. The question on the board is simple despite me being in Trigonometry in 9th grade. ‘Yes ma’am’ Mrs. Banks rolled her eyes and replied with ‘We need you to get A’s and keep up our school average. That stuffs matters you know’ she was right and yeah I did know. I’ve been told that ever since I started middle and high school. It’s rather annoying, to be honest. ‘Yeah I know sure thing ma’am’ I replied. Mrs. Banks continued on with her lesson until the bell rang signaling the end of the school. On my way to my locker, I saw the school “gang leader” as people call him. He’s the type of kid that kills people for fun. Not my type of crowd. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door only to be stopped by none other than the “gang leader” he pulled me over into a dark alley and said to me ‘Give me your bus money or my friends and I here will beat it out of you’ I replied simply with ‘I don’t have any money today’ He then punched me across the face giving me a bloody nose and shoved me to the ground. ‘Fine I guess we’ll beat it out of you. Alright, boys get him’ he then started away as his friends started to kick me and beat me. I eventually gave them my money and they ran away as my dad came over from his work and the lawyer’s office to pick me up and found me in the alleyway. He carried me home and that’s all I can remember about yesterday
‘Yeah, yesterday sounded bad man don’t worry today’s a new day I’m sure you’ll find happiness with it” my best friend Andriy replied. ‘We can only hope,’ I said back, and we stepped off the bus and went into school. ‘
The first 5 periods went by quickly until 6th which is Spanish class with the oldest teacher in the school Mrs. Sopaorn. After 6th though on my wait of school it happened again they pulled me aside and I gave them my money. This happened for many days until yesterday, Wednesday the 3rd of February. That day he pulled me aside and I had decided enough is enough so I hit him when they asked for my money this time and said no and the next thing I remember is him backing up against a wall and the pain in the back of my head and I went unconscious. When I awoke the other members of his gang were gone. I looked around to find where he went and when I looked behind me I saw myself smashing his head repeatedly against a brick wall. I called out to myself stop that and I turned around and dropped his lifeless body. I walked towards myself and asked ‘who are you’ I then walked towards me and It (It being me) said that it was called I and that I was him. I didn’t know what that meant and he replied to my confusion with a singular sentence ‘I am the real you Angel. I’m here to protect you because you’re special, to say the least’ and then he erupted into laughter and then you guys came with your cars he disappeared and then you guys took me into custody, and no I haven’t heard from him before or after.’
We decided from this that someone must have saved the boy. The man then probably ran away as Angel shows no signs of being insane and is a rather weak teen so he would not have been able to overpower the “gang leader” Joseph Crouch.
Our conclusion: He’s innocent
End of Police Report#3102978
20 Years Later
Angel is now a 35-year-old and is working at the FBI and is a top detective and is currently about to operate in his division on a new case.
“Alright everyone gather around,” The division leader says to us. “We have a new disturbing case that the Director has asked us specifically to do following our success on the Jack the Ripper copycat case” Which is true as that was an intense and high-risk case as the Director’s wife was kidnapped as 5th and final victim of his killing but we managed to get to him when he was on a Walmart trip getting paint rope and an apple. “This case has been given the nickname the Jack in the Box killings as the killer leaves behind a jack in the box at the murder scenes. Even more, disturbing the killer ties up the adults and buries them alive, children, however, he massacres in their sleep” and everyone gasped. It’s a dark killer to be fair. He’ll be fun to catch. “Alright everybody now for the briefing” I roll my eyes, here we go.
Two hours later
After the briefing, I get a call from the Director and he tells me to come up. I get on the elevator and head up and into the Director’s office. I close the behind me and sit down in the chair and await the Director. He walks fivesome minutes later with a letter in his hand. He says to me “I just received this and it’s from the Jack in the Box killer.” He hands me the letter and tells me that this letter is my responsibility as an agent detective and lifetime friend. Which is once again true. I open the letter and read it aloud and we are both shocked.
Dear Director (Oh and yes you to Angel)
I have your wife and children Mr. Director. If you send anyone after me besides who I ask for I’ll kill them. I ask for none other than Angel himself to meet me. He’ll meet me at the address below. I hope you follow the directions. Only Angel. No one else.
Signed Your Friend Jack
The letter was written in blood. And the address was an old warehouse near the Director’s house. The Director turns to me and says “I’m ordering you as a friend and as your Director to go rescue my kids and kill that man” He says this with tears in his eyes which is understandable and is exactly why I’m single so I can’t be hurt. “ I will” I respond. I walk out the door and go down the elevator and head to my car. I start up the engine plug in the address into my GPS and head to whatever hell awaits me.
6 hours later
I pull into the driveway of the warehouse and it is amongst the smallest warehouses I have ever seen in my lifetime. It’s no bigger than my log cabin in Alaska. I walk up to the door and pull the miniature hanger type doors open. Shining through the skylight is a beautiful moonlight but in the middle of the warehouse where the moonlight is touching is a black envelope on top of a white jack in the box. I walk on up to the envelope and pick it up. The hanger doors behind me close almost immediately. I open the envelope to find a small playing card. The playing card is a black joker, and the next thing I know I’m fast asleep inside my head.
I awake tied to a chair, with a man in a black jester hat standing in front of me. Next to him is a cart with what appears to be knives and tools. This man has to be the Jack in the Box killer. And I am more than likely dead. The man steps into the light and I can see that they are wearing white and black clown makeup. “So you’re detective Angel? I genuinely don’t see why they hyped you up so much. You come here and immediately fall for an obvious trap.” The man says to me. I ask him where the kids are and he says he’s already given them back unharmed. He reaches for a tool on the tool cart and starts laughing. I ask him “what’s so funny” he replies coldly with a simple “I’m just so excited to see what you’re made of!” and he then picks up a tong-type of instrument and starts his torture.
Half an hour later…
I can’t feel anything. I’m hurting, bleeding, crying. I can’t feel. I see him reach for another tool. The tool he shows to me is a surgical scalpel and he goes on a maniacal laughing spree of sorts. He then thrusts himself right in front of my face and continues laughing. He picks up a mask and puts it on my face. I try my hardest not to breathe it in but it ultimately puts me under, but instead of awaking in heaven or awaking in hell or even awaking on his operating table, I awake to find myself face to face with myself. The other me tries to speak to me but is stopped by another darker force that pulls him deeper into the mirror in which he resides. I try my hardest to break the mirror but it won’t budge. “You really actually care don’t you?” a voice calls out to me. “Yeah, I do. Everyone deserves happiness.” I reply to the voice as sincerely as I can. “Well, that’s where you’re wrong. There are people or better put entities in this universe that don’t deserve happiness.””No” I say back “everyone no matter what they’ve done deserves to live” I hear him chuckle and he picks me up and sits me down on a chair next to him. He says to me “For example let’s take a simple to understand concept. Let’s say you and your wife had been married for years now, you have two children and are engaged. Now let’s say one day you come home from work early and find her in bed with another man. When you confront her the next day she takes her anger out on the kids and gets you sent to jail for it. What would you do? “ While I do get where this man is coming from I would still personally try to do the right and legal thing and I tell him that. He tells me that I will forever be weak if I remain pure of heart and void of sin. He tells me more things about power and evil that I’m not sure I understand. Finally, he steps into the light and I can see that this is me. I’m in my own head. He grabs me by the throat and says to me ‘’ Listen here, Angel, right now you are about to be dissected by a criminally insane jester. I don’t think right now is a time to be weak in any way shape or form and you are weak in all of them. All you have to do to not be afraid is to agree to let me take control. Do we have a deal?” I don’t what he’s talking about so I agree to this one time let him control and he says that’s good enough. I then blackout.
(The other Angel is now narrating)
It’s been years since I’ve taken control of Angel’s body. It feels refreshing. I look up at the man about to dissect me and laugh at him. I jump up out off of the table and push him against the wall. I can taste his fear and I can taste him. “What are you doing? I thought you were weak why the sudden change of heart Angel?” He asks me this question like he doesn’t already know the answer. I continue to laugh. I reply to him “You want to know something? Come here let me whisper it to you.” he lends me his ear “the something is simple. I’m not Angel.” and after I say that to him I crunch down on his ear. He cries out in pain as I laugh still. I feel the extra arms stretch out from my back and I watch them launch out and string him up like a banner across the roof of the warehouse. I then feel the arms come back and I know the job is done. I then fade to black and allow Angel to see my art.
I awake once more but this time looking upwards. I then see the horror that this other me has caused. I see the killer strung up across the roof his entrails everywhere and the walls painted red. I fall on my knees and cry. It was after crying I heard a voice call out to me but it wasn’t the voice of the other me. It was much lighter and sincere. I turn behind me to see a red hole open up from under the earth and watch as a devil comes crawling out of it. She brushes herself off and introduces herself as The Devil. She tells me that she sensed my power and decided to come and help with it. she tells me we need to hurry as there are others on their way to kill me. She reaches out her hand and tells me we need to go. I grab onto her hand and we jump through the portal just as I hear in the background the police sirens growing ever closer.
Hell is far different than I was expecting. It’s much more vibrant and lively and city like. I was expecting torture and screaming left and right but it’s actually not terrible. She flys me to a skyscraper way off in the distance allowing me to get a good overview of Hell, and not only is it not scary but it is so beautiful. We arrive within ten to fifteen minutes and we enter through the front door. She takes me on an elevator upstairs and tells me to take a seat. “So you let him out? Willingly?” she asks me. “yeah I did let him out. I was afraid of death” I reply trembling at the thought of death. And she after acknowledging my trembling asks me more questions about him and I answer them all honestly before she tells me that “The person, the voice in your head is what is called across the universe as a horseman. There have only ever been four KNOWN horsemen. The voice in your head the other you are the fifth also known as Insanity. The other horsemen betrayed you and killed you and abandoned you each for their own selfish personal reasons. Now the horsemen are civilization and world destroyers. They have become corrupt much like the Gods that use them. Without the horsemen, the Gods would be powerless.” She said as if it was in one breath she then breathed and said “That’s where you and him come in.” I genuinely have no clue what she’s talking about. “What Insanity was trying to accomplish was he was gonna kill the horsemen and unite the universe peacefully. Instead, they exiled him for it and he still came back in YOU.” She took me by the hand and said come with me. She pulled me into an elevator which took me to the top of the skyscraper which was encased in a giant glass bubble. She sat down on a chair and turned on a monitor. The glass changed to represent a battlefield and on the battlefield were thousands of bodies. Atop the bodies, I saw a throne. Atop the throne, I saw four men laughing and drinking. The devil turned around in her chair to face me and said to me “On their way to the top amongst gods they’ve paved their path with bloodshed. All of that bloodshed, quadrillions of people just to be corrupt. The universe is corrupt and needs to be stopped. Angel? You wanted to make Earth a better place but think in a bigger picture. The universe can be fixed. “ she’s right I do want to make the universe a better place for everyone including myself. “What do I have to do?” I ask her. She replies coldly with “You won’t do anything. The voice in your head, the other you will. All you have to do is close your eyes and say, ‘I surrender thyself as a prison and shall become thy vessel’” I sit down to take in the possible outcomes of this. I either die or I live. It’s 50/50 why the hell not? I close my eyes and I say with passion “I surrender thyself as a prison and shall become thy vessel” Just I say that I feel an intense wave of anger, rage and vendetta enter my body, and just as quickly as I spoke those words my mind was taken over and body too by none other than I.
Storytellers notes: the ()represent whoever is not in the body, as the person controlling the body right now is I not Angel, and it represents their thoughts
I (I am not me it’s I, not me)
am (not me)
finally (going away)
living (what’s the point)
after all of this time (I can rest)
I can finally finish what I started (sweet sweet dreams)
Rest easy Angel
“It feels good to be back.” I turn to look at the Devil the demonic mistress that has reawakened me. I approach her and she attempts to hug me. I pull out the hug quickly startled at her sudden hospitality. She seems worried and ready. I allow my demon wings to start to protrude from my back. and not even a second after I did this she lunged towards me using her dark swordsman blade to try and slash me but I fly out of range of her attack and dodge her next three attacks with relative ease. She starts laughing and telling me about how she was gonna go easy but has decided not to and many other words I didn’t pay attention to. As she takes another slash at me and jump back into the air letting my wings carry me and with the utmost speed I take my sharp feathers off my wings and throw them towards her. The feathers pierce through her demonic flesh and mortally wound her. She falls to the floor bleeding out and starts laughing. She looks at me and says “See you in hell” and within seconds she goes cold and turns to ash
(Oh, that’s kind of funny. I mean as funny as a woman can be hahaha)
You’re right Angel. It was funny. ha … ha .. ha . hahahahaha
(Indeed laugh. Laugh. We have a long road ahead of us I. )
That we do Angel that we do.
(You want to hear a quote I was just reminded of?)
(He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you)
Don’t worry I won’t become a monster
(It’s not the monster part that I fear)
what is it?
(It’s becoming the abyss)
I guess we’ll wait and see then.
(I guess so)
34 years after the events of the previous conversation we find ourselves in a dining hall surrounded by the high society of the universe. This is where we resume
It only took me three and a half decades to get here. Too bad I’ll vanish in less than a week. I open the dining hall doors and am surprised to see such eloquence despite me being on the planet of the White Masks.
(I’m sorry who in the world are the White Masks?)
The White Masks are to be put simply the richest people in the universe. It’s a planet of human-like people that not only are extremely influential but also insane. They eat their own kind if they try to leave. The White Masks also are unable to die unless someone steps in.
(So they’re immortal?)
In a sense yes. But also no. If I were to shoot one in the heart they would die. They just can’t die from natural causes or old age per se.
(Oh ok well what are we doing here again?)
We’re here for the first horseman Famine remember?
Now allow me to do this. The deal was I handle the dirty business and you’re the brains. Now let me do my part.
I put on my mask and walk inside. Surrounding me is white crystals, white diamonds, white leather, and white everything. They really love white. I’m greeted upon entering the dining hall by a chauffeur of some sort. He guides me to the main hall where I see a black throne made of either onyx or obsidian. He sits me down and tells me the feast shall begin shortly. A couple hundred more White Masks join me and they take their place at the table. None of them take the stop of the throne and none even glaring at it. After what I presumed to be over an hour I feel the ground quaking beneath me. In front of me is a 7 foot plus 400 plus pounds man. The man sits down on the throne and somehow doesn’t break it. It’s him. Famine. The peak of irony. A fat god whose entire purpose is to starve civilizations to death.
(That’s a kicker)
Indeed Angel Indeed it is.
Famine raises a glass and says a little prayer to the gods and then the feast begins. In front of me, on a palate is a bunch of human-like body parts. The White Masks each take one or two parts allowing Famine to take 5 or so leaving me with just a thigh for my dinner. I don’t mind eating humans as they literally just taste like if tofu and chicken had a baby
(Bland but yet universal)
I eat my dinner and everyone departs from the table. Famine is helped up by a member of his royale court and led into his chambers. I get up from my seat and follow the two. The royale court helps famine into his bed and leaves. I hide behind the door as he exits the chamber. I walk into the chambers and shut the doors behind me.
“Who’s there” Famine exclaims
“An old friend” I announce
“Georgia? I killed you though” he says
I don’t know a Georgia but I assumed it was another of his wives he killed for profit.
(You’re probably right, however, this man doesn’t look like he can kill anyone unless he sits on them HaHaHa)
“I don’t know a Georgia. I only know you Famine”
He gasps as if he hasn’t heard that name in a long time and I’m right about that guess. As none of the White Masks ever referred to him as Famine they called him king, lord, or master.
“Who are you and how do you know who I am?”
“You’ll learn my name here soon and I know who you are because I once knew you. The good you. My how far you’ve strayed from the Horsemen. While they still dine together as a family of brothers you left for your own profit. You are in all senses a greedy pig”
Famine gasps and I can sense his fear. I can tell he is confused and scared.
“I did leave the horsemen for personal gain. I didn’t want to keep doing what they did. Massacring trillions and destroying entire planets sometimes for fun. I had to leave them. Who are you though and how did you know this? Because you definitely aren’t a White Mask”
I open the curtains next to him so the moonlight can shine through. I turn around to face him and he screams out “There’s no way. You died.” I assure him I’m not here to kill him and that since he left the horsemen I won’t bring him any harm. He relaxes and tells me to make good work of them. I close the curtains and walk out the door but not before he says something.
“One last thing I, I never wanted to be like them, I always wanted to be a food connoisseur even when I was human. I never thought I’d be thrust into this position of power and pain. Good luck to you I.”
I close the door behind me and breathe a sigh of relief. Famine was always better than them.
(What if he lied? What if he’s calling them now to schedule a meeting to tell them about your awakening? You’ll lose the element of surprise.)
You’re right he might but he probably won’t
(Leave no loose ends)
No witnesses either
I open the door to his room. He’s fast asleep. I don my White Mask and pour him a glass of wine. While I’m pouring the wine I insert a small capsule no larger than the tip of a needle into his drink. Inside the capsule is ricin.
I leave the room and close the door ever so silently behind me. I exit the castle and look up into the night sky. I close my eyes and picture my home on Dacres. I open my eyes and find myself in my bed.
(that’s pretty cool how you can just appear in your house)
Yes it is
(How long until he dies if he drinks it?)
72 hours tops and it’ll take him over that to get to the horsemen.
(who’s our next target?)
I gaze over to my wall with the four horsemen names on it. I draw an X over Famine’s name
(How about War?)
Yes, we’ll kill him next.
(isn’t he a war genius though? he’ll be ready for you more than likely)
Well, we’ll just have to beat him at his own game
(Indeed we will I)
We need rest for tomorrow.
War wasn’t a difficult individual to find. He locked himself down on his own planet called “Guerre de fertilite” Which stands for Wars Fertility in french.
(Is War french?)
He speaks it. Good thing I can speak all known human languages.
However whilst he wasn’t hard to find, getting to his quarters is a rather grueling task as he built his planet in a maze-like compound type structure. Basically a labyrinth. We head into the labyrinth and it takes me around a day to find my way to the center. Upon entering the center of the labyrinth I discover that the passageway behind me has closed. The large metal walls surrounding the center arise revealing large glass panes behind it. And a crowd behind the panes. I turn around and notice a throne of blood gold with a large black figure sitting upon it. Up other my head a speaker sounds saying “Que less Jeux commencement” Meaning let the games begin. I hear loud screams emerge from the bleachers around me as the metal door in front of me opens up and a MinoDemon emerges. A MinoDemon is basically a falling skeleton of a minotaur just more aggressive and dangerous. Immediately after the doors open up he charges at me leaving a trail of blue flames in his wake. I jump over him and land behind him. The Mino’s horns get stuck in the wall and I immediately run over and proceed to kill the MinoDemon. War then comes on the speaker and tells everyone to go home and that no matter what we throw at me I will defeat it. After what felt like forever he tells me to come up to his quarters and a stairway opens up to my left. I walk up the stairs and find myself face to face with War himself. He tells me to take a seat and I obey. He asks me why I’m here. I respond with “To kill you”. “You kill everyone else?” he asks me. “No not yet, you should be grateful I’m putting an end to your worthless existence” after I say that he laughs and replies with why he did everything he did.
“The reason I became corrupt was simple. Money, fame, and power. I could get whatever and whoever I wanted to do anything. I had absolute power. Over the last trillions of years, I have incited a multitude of wars, and for what? Violent entertainment. Much like a gladiator who battled for other’s entertainment, I used others for mine. I used it to make my people happy too. Everything I did I did for fun and to make my worthless miserable existence worth something. I hate immortality. It pains me to be alive any longer. I know the full scope of what I’ve done. The pain and torture I’ve caused families. It all hits you in the end. If you’re here to kill me I’m ready.” I walk over to him to give him his peace and he grabs me by the wrist before I manage to kill him and he says “I have one last request. Kill me with my sword.” He hands me the sword he’s had at his side for his entire existence. I then proceed to pierce him through his heart and he smiles. I close his eyes for him and walk over to his war table. On his war table is a slot about the size of the hilt of his sword. I break off his blade and shove it into the slot. A metal door opens up and a giant black button with a skull takes up the room. I walk into the room and press the button. I open up a portal and jump into it as I watch War’s planet implode.
(Gorgeous isn’t it? The destruction of your enemy’s entire existence?)
When you put it like that… indeed it is
(Oh the female?)
(You sure emotions won’t get in the way?)
(Knowing you they won’t)
(Just don’t lose it)
That’s not possible
“Look at you! Disgusting reject. No wonder your father left!” The bully pushes me to the ground and beats me until I scream “UNCLE” He leaves me alone after that. This goes on for weeks until I’ve had enough. It was that fateful day 0236 Apartch 45th that I decided I’ve had enough. I remember that was the first day I showed up to class with a smile on my face. When I got into the hallway and he confronted me I snapped. My rage was too much to control and I killed him. No not just him. I killed them all. I remember smiling while doing it all and I enjoyed it.
I awake to a loud ripping noise. I open my eyes to see a black portal and a man enter my chambers. I shoot straight out of bed to notice that the man is none other than the 5th horseman I. “Do you know why I’m here?” I nod my head. He walks over and sits down on my bed with me. I start to cry. He tells me not to worry, and that everything will be alright. Next thing I know I’m back asleep.
Where am I?
Who are you?
(were you expecting someone else?)
(So shall we begin?)
I guess so
I plays one of my memories. I find myself before my family. My father and my mother are in another argument. My father continues to beat my mother during the argument. I remember this memory. My mother gets up and picks up my father’s beer bottle and breaks it over his head. She then stabs him 15 times and leans over his body and cries. She tells me that when the blue man with the hat approaches me mommy did it “Self Defense”
My entire life people used me
(Including your mother)
Why are you showing me this?
(To make you remember why your life was painful)
I just want to be ok
(Instead of in pain?)
(don’t we all?)
Did you know that even the horsemen abused me?
Famine was always the worst. War used me to incite the wars and made me watch the killings and torture. And Death he always tried to make it all seem OK. They always tried to make their violence and massacring all for fame and power seem OK. It never was. I never even got over my incident in 0236.
(The school massacre)
Yeah, that… I never wanted to hurt anyone I just didn’t want to be hurt anymore. I had had enough pain to last a lifetime. and instead of being allowed to kill myself I died and became immortal. They used my rage for their own narcissistic uses.
(I can let you rest)
I don’t want death
(What do you want?)
To be OK. To feel something other than rage and sadness
(I can do that)
I can feel. I then woke me up and sat down in a chair. He spoke to me in a soothing voice telling me it’s already begun and upon saying that I felt my soul leave my body I felt everything slipping away. I notice a tear in I’s eye. He asks me for my last words and I merely am able to mutter “I’m fading. And all I want to know is that I’ll be ok…”
I watch her fade. Her body turns to ash. I only wish I didn’t have to kill her. Watching her fade hurts me more than it hurt her. I burst into tears.
(Stop crying we have a mission to do)
But why? She didn’t deserve this. She deserved love and happiness, kindness and compassion. No one deserves death.
(and yet she still exiled you. And yet her being innocent is the reason she died.)
What do you mean?
(She was innocent and you still killed her. Her death is on you. Use it as motivation)
That’s the sickest logic I’’ve ever heard!
(And yet I’m you)
But I’m better
(In your opinion)
Death must perish
(at least we both agree on that)
We know where he is right?
(The center of APM 08279+5255)
(Shall we go there?)
I open up the portal and jump through
The center of APM 08279+5255 is where he presides.
I enter his lair and he’s sitting on his throne of bones with his dark wings encompassing him. He laughs upon my arrival as he knows immediately who I am.
“It’s funny,” He says
“What is?” I reply
“That I know you aren’t here to kill me”
“You’re right. I’m not.”
We talk about how I’m here to recruit him and he agrees to join me if we get to rule the universe together. I agree. And I tell him my plan
At the edge of the ever-growing universe, there lies the realm of the Ancestral Guardians. The Ancestral Guardians are the Gods of Gods, and only they have the key to resetting this universe. The plan is simple we go in via my portal and kill them by unleashing our dark energy they all should die rather quickly and then we reset the universe.
“When do we go”
Tick Tock Tick Tock
Are you really what you appear to be?
Are you really you?
Are you really even real?
Can anything in this universe be considered real?
Death and I jump out of the portal and find ourselves staring straight at the gates of the Universe. We burn down the doors and find ourselves face to face with the guardians. Death and I make eye contact and unleash our darkness. The guardians drop one by one slowly but surely we eliminate them all. We make our way to the universal reset. We enter the room and Death walks over to pull the switch, but I stop him. I then stab him through the heart with my own hand. He falls limp to the ground and asks me “Why?” I respond with “ I never wanted to fix the universe with you. I had to be the one to do it. I have to be the god the one they admire. I deserve it after all of this time. I’ve been through so much I’ve killed innocents to get here and now it’s my turn to be the best” I walk over to pull the lever and stop in my tracks.
Something feels wrong
How do you know?
(I feel exactly the same things as you)
(Pull the lever)
I pull the lever and everything goes white and when I manage to open my eyes I find a vast blackness.
“I’m a God… I’m a… God… haha… haha… hahahaha”
(Are you sure)
who are you to challenge me? I own you.
(Are you really you?)
What do you mean? I’m ME NOT YOU!
(What if I told you that this entire time you weren’t you?)
You’d be lying
(Alas I’m not. For you were I. But I wasn’t you)
(Everyone thought that I was short for Insanity but I was actually the person reading the story. I was YOU. Allow me to explain why)
You were not just only Insanity I chose Insanity to explain your mental state as many humans on this Earth think alike. People lose their grips on reality when faced with tough situations and often use them as escapes from reality. Humans when in positions of power many will become corrupt and obsessive with the power that runs through them on a daily basis. Power changes people. Almost every human on this Earth refuses to accept defeat we are all stubborn but very few of us take that to an extreme. But all humans whether they like it or not all are sympathetic. Through all of humanity’s wretched traits, they have a multitude of redeeming qualities.
I open my eyes once more to find myself face to face with Jack in the box. He smiles as he pulls out his razor blade and drags it across my wrists cutting my veins. “Any last words, Angel,” he asks me, and I reply weakly and quickly with
“I just didn’t want to lose”
And yet all humans while refusing to lose and give up still ultimately lose in the end to death. We can’t change that, but we can live a life of worth and purpose.
R.I.P Tressa Muhle
This story is dedicated to her. I hope you’re in a better place