Azure Flames

Is this a dream?

He was about to pull the trigger when the cops arrived. It was risky, it always has been, but he did it. Finishing the job, the brain matter and blood of the one he had killed staining the walls of the small home, he took his gloves off and tucked them into the back of his pants.
As he left, an old man sitting on the bench outside the building and reading a newspaper asked in a monotone, almost emotionless tone.
“Is it done?”
Nodding, the man straightened his coat and started walking.
After some walking he decided to visit a bar. While walking he stared blindly at the road, thinking how a human life can be taken away so easily and how weak a human can actually be.
He arrived at the bar and asked the bar tender for a drink. Whiskey, the only drink that actually managed to get him tipsy.
While he waits for his drink, the obnoxious banter of a group of slum rats assaults his ears like a typhoon.
"Liverpool would definitely win" one of the man said, the four others agreed. Meanwhile, a woman entered the bar , she was in her early 20's , wearing a short red dress which revealed too much of her skin for this kind of bar and black hair that went past her lower back.
"Look man" One said.
"Wanna make a move on her?" another said.
"We could get lucky" a third man said smiling while the rest agreed.
He looked disgusted and couldn't help the urge to tell them something.
So he said something. His last mistake.
The next thing he knew is that he was grabbed and throwed on an alley of the midsts of the busseling city, loud sirens could be heard in front of a bar. It was a small bar, not much people came here.
While those who did come either had a death wish or were too drunk to realize what shithole they entered.
It doesn’t matter tho, because our star is currently laid out on the floor in front of it, struggling to keep his eyes open as he choked on his own blood.
- “So this is how I die..”
Days later, while his mom weeps and his sister struggles to look at his face, he just looks back at them with glossy dead eyes.
He was dead, of course, fighting five people at once was the worst ideas of his life. And his last.
There weren’t many people at his funeral, just his close family and some friends who he still kept mild connections with.
Yet, someone, stood out. A tall woman with golden eyes and black hair, she had curves no man could resist and striking eyes that seemed to pierce through your soul.
What she did tho, was almost as much out of the ordinary as her eye color.
Bending down over the casket, she pressed her lips against the dead man’s and kept them there.
- “See you on the other side.”
Her whisper sent a chill down his spine, making him jolt and his eyes opened forcefully. His eyes adjusted to the light slowly, and was greeted with..
Green...?