From MY Heart to YOUR Heart: A Ticket to Heaven of a Serial Killer [oneshot]

Author's Note: I made this short fiction for a short-story competition way back in 2011 in our department's contest. Well, it was a bit old but it won. So yeah. On with the story.

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I feel my body being lifted up as I hear police sirens blaring loud next to my ears. Blue, red, blue, red, the alternating colors of the siren bathe my closed eyelids with light. Did they found out? Have they? How? When? I tried to open my eyes but I can’t. It was as if lead was intentionally injected in them. Up and up, my body moved like a feather floating in the air.

            “I’m here to collect your soul,” and there, my eyelids flew open as I gaped at the entity beside me. It was like a pure concentration of light rays at one point, illuminating the positing it was in, and it has a child-like voice, too cheerful to my liking.

            “C-Collect my s-s-so-soul?”

            “Yes”.

            “But… I-I’m not y-yet dead!”

            “Yes you are,” the entity’s voice had seemed to smile at me and I felt uneasy. My eyes scanned and stopped upon my feet. Instead of my sturdy pair of lower limbs, my body seems to dissipate and I could see people down below. Down below?  Down below?! My eyes blinked rapidly and darted from left to right. I could see myself there! Hey! Wait! I willed myself to move towards the crowd of people surrounding my earthly container. It was quite hard but I managed to float towards them.

            “Oh come on! We don’t have much time~” there was a grip on my left wrist and we started to defy the laws of gravity. Up beyond the clouds, a hundred billion light years away from the land I was walking upon just minutes ago, there was a guy garbed in crisp white polo and cream slacks with silver-rimmed spectacles and thick big black book in his hands. And right there, I believed that this guy standing in front of me is the guard of the Gates of Heaven.

            “Name,” his monotonous voice rang out as he opened his book and tapped his left foot impatiently.

            “Aiden Lee, sir,” there was a rapid flipping of pages and I nervously gulped as I felt his heavy stare on me.

            “Charlie?”

            “Yes sir?” the entity that guided me in this place floated beside the guy obediently.

            “Charlie, I think you made a mistake. This guy is a murderer according to my book. There is absolutely no way that I’ll open the Heaven’s gates to the likes of him”.

            “But Boss Peter, I doubled checked my list for today and he was there. He’s even listed in the priority list sir, look,” the entity called Charlie showed something that resembled to a notebook to the guy named Peter. His left eyebrow quirked in confusion, but nevertheless nodded forlornly.

            “Well then, we just have to make sure that he is fit to enter,” something shot pass through the center of my forehead, just in between of my eyebrows. As pain blossomed to the same spot, my memories started to play in front of me, like a film played in cinemas.

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            ‘The heart’s rhythm fuels the complexities of the human passion’.

            ‘It will beat two and a half billion times over a lifetime, pumping nearly fifty million gallons of blood’.

            ‘The sound of a heart beat is an affirmation of life, a sign that every part of our body is being supplied with fresh blood providing energy, health, and vitality’.