"Tell 'em." That was the one statement that I hated during the first few months of my training. It was horrible. I would watch someone die, sometimes in the most gruesome way. One guy was shot in the head. Another was drowned, but the worst one was in a fire. I would here tell them. I'm sorry, your dead. Some people would cry some people would leave, and some would just stare in amazement. When he died though he looked down at his body he shook violently. "Thank God," he whispered. I looked at him and said " Joe kasich you have died". He looked over at me and said "no shit". He asked "so where am I headed?" I glance down at the demonic texts below me. The writing slowly makes sense to me as I am being taught the language of the dead. "Hell" I answered darkly. A blue aura surrounded me and my eyes turned black. I sent a wave of power towards him that broke a portal straight to hell. He falls in while begging for mercy. "The seeds have been sewn". "You are dammed." Joy drains from his eyes as he is sucked into the eternal pit for all eternity to burn. He burned in life in death and after death. what a way to go. This is why I started to become more like death emotionless and cold. If i didnt... it would eat me alive.
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The Dearly Departed and Me
Dla nastolatków17 year old James knows Death. A little to well.... See how he is given a role model in Death so he can better Improve his life after death.
