Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Horror

“I can’t die!” The man began firing, again, into the figure. Bullets still not able to penetrate the being that kept her grin. “I won’t die!”

Then, the silence of the woods interrupted by the clicking of the hammer against the gun. Again and again he clicked until he convinced himself of its emptiness.

“Why?” He dropped to his knees before the woman. The sweat now sticking to his forehead as a gentle, loving breeze moved him. “I thought she loved me.”

“A delusion is hard to get passed. Though I must say… the screams of Vanessa as an eleven year old girl… I am sure the love went away.”

The man didn’t respond now. His gaze stuck on the darkened ground beneath him as she spoke about his history.

“She screamed so loud. Begging her favorite Uncle Gary to let her go. She even promised not to tell if you stopped.”

“Stop talking…”

“She begged and begged but all bets were off when you decided to rip her clothing from her flesh.” A long sigh soaked the lips of the female. “Tell me Truman…” She knelt down. “How did it feel?”

He didn’t answer. Though he was mistaken on what the true question was for.

“How did it feel when she finally turned thirteen and you wrapped your fingers around her neck? When you squeezed the false love out of her? How did it feel… to know that she was choking on the words, ‘Karma is a bitch.”

His head sprang up and the woman let out a laugh. “She what?”

“Yes, you see, you have failed to listen to the name of me earlier. You should have listened. You should not have run from me. You should have asked your partner to leave. But most of all…”

The Hell Guardians sat beside the woman and were quiet. The tension ceased and she stood up. “Most of all, you should have never harmed the child of Death and Reaper.”

Within seconds, there was a fire. The woods were engulfed in a fire that spread quickly through and around them.

Truman stood quickly, looking for a way out but there was no use. The heat alone was draining his body. He coughed as he started walking forward, believing there was an opening that the fire hadn’t touched yet. The city could be seen and all he had to do was go through.

He started to gasp for hair as the flames were closing in on him. Voices yelling and shrieking could be heard and he knew… he knew he wouldn’t make it out. He still tried.

Suddenly, everything went black. Truman’s face smacked the dirt and leaves like a body hitting water the wrong way.

Seven Days Later…
Truman sat up, gasping for air and choking on a mouth full of sand. The heat was insane on his skin. His naked body was a bright red from being in the sun but there was something different about his body.

He looked down and realized his tattoos were gone. His scars were gone and even his manhood was no more. His chest was enlarged and that was the moment he realized… he… was no longer a he.

As he continued to examine his new body, he started to walk. The sand burned the bottom of his delicate skin but quickly, he grew used to it. Ahead of him he noticed a building. What it was? He was unsure but he would go inside of any place to get out of this heat. Thirsty was the first word on his mind.

[TBC]