she loved more than she ever killed.....

soulless

CHAPTER 1

She could feel herself floating away. The torture seemed almost childish now compared to what she felt. Seeing her guts splattered on the torture table almost made her smile now. She just stood there. She could still see those people working over her. What was she the whore ofBabylon?  She saw the bitchAliceslitting her throat and drinking her blood. She was looking at the tall muscular black guy stabbing her breasts literally killing them. She could still hear the chanting of the fake prophet. And his feeble attempts to raise the Satan from hell. The thing is she couldn’t feel any pain because she was the one observing for she was dead already. Now she was just mass less matter.

 

“They don’t know that you are dead. Not yet actually.” Said a familiar voice. Disha was startled both at the voice and at the face. She thought that she couldn’t speak but she was surprised at herself when everything seemed so easy. “You are JON BONJOVI” was all she managed to say. On a normal day she would throw herself on her favourite SINGER but now the timing was odd.

 

“Aahh well I love this body and the voice. You’re favourite eh? I like him too. You heard its my life? You were humming dead or alive just before you died. If I am correct.” She only stared. All she was wondering that what the hell was JON BONJOVI doing here? Those torturers who were feeding on her could they hear her? Did that mean that JON was dead too? Was it just a dream? If she pinched herself would she wake up in her bed? When this storm was roaring inside her head, he spoke.

“Little stuffy in here why don’t we go somewhere nice and fresh somewhere without the smells and fake chanting…speaking of which….” He suddenly screams. “Hey you bunch of fake cocked yahoos it’s a fake spell idjits…..oops I guess they don’t hear me. C’monDeelets zap out.”

 

Everything went dark and then all white. It was snow everywhere. Except the little houses she could see at a distance. Although she couldn’t feel anything she could say it was cold. She could sense it was Christmas. She could hear bells at a distance. “Where are we?” JON replied, “This dear is Seattle Christmas 1964.christmas was so peaceful back then. The food was nice too. You like turkey eh?”

She could feel herself getting angry. “What are you some time lord? Where is your tardis doctor? Or shall I say JON!!!!” the worst part was, he smiled. “Easy tiger, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Adrialle, I am what you people call….oh sweet mother of lord I hate the word…The Grim Reaper…in other words I am here to escort you to the next journey of your life. Heaven” she knew what to say “but you don’t…” “I know dear, no black robe no reap and I look like JON BON JOVI don’t worry he is not dead yet. ” then he took out a weird gadget which looks like the modern day tab only more advance. She started murmuring to himself and started going through the tab and after what seemed like 30 seconds, he spoke. “JON will be living a few more ripe long years till I go for him. God knows which form he likes.” “So coming back to you Dee….ready to go dear? Everybody is waiting for you. I hope I don’t have to give you speech about leave everything aside and move on crap. Because you know I have been doing that for millions of years. I am bored.” She couldn’t speak. She only stared…..