Six Of Crows

Nightmares? Heaven or Hell?

Hey people! I know I haven't uploaded for a while and I apologize, but here's another piece of work! hope you enjoy! P.S it's late and I'm tired and I regret this... even a friend of mine @Night_Shadowcat warned me! but I didn't listen!

Also yup! I digitally drew that, and I tried... anyways have fun.

"Wh-what? Where am I? hello? Anybody?" I questioned timidly, eagerly waiting for a response. Everywhere I laid my eye upon as if I were staring into the dark abyss in an empty world.

I started to feel the panic rise from my stomach as each breath I took started to get faster with each moment I was alone.

"Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, you are ready for judgement." I heard a soft, assertive voice speak, as a flash of light appeared just yards in front of my face. I rose my hand up to block the sudden, bright light that stung my eyes. Startled, I fell down in a heap, trying to adjust my eyes to the un-natural shining light with what appeared to be surrounding an angelical shaped figure.

I groaned internally as I thought oh great, of course, I'd be getting judged in the afterlife... I'm sure I left a bitter taste in the gods' mouths.

But I didn't respond back, only biting my tongue nervously waiting for what's to happen next.

"Your first judge is the one who you were the cruellest to in life." The angel continued.

My mouth widened instantly as my brows knitted together confused. People for my life are going to judge me?

I felt a sudden tinge of queasiness erupting from the pit of my stomach as I knew who I'd face.

"No- please, just... send me to hell." I blurted out just as a figure began to appear from the glowing light the angel mustered. The dark smear of an outline emerged from the shining light.

Oh no, it's him. I thought guiltily, but I knew it was going to be him. So, I tried to look away, as one would do in an award situation... not wanting to face one you've wronged. But a strong force that pulled at my head, prevented me from doing so.

"Jesper, why would you say that to me... all I did was tell you the truth, but you shunned me." A low raspy voice spoke, I knew he was looking directly at me, but I rejected the thought of even looking at his shark-like eyes. "Look at me, Jes... do you even care?" He continued, and I gave in. I truly did care, and I'm still so used to listening to his orders.

I thought I'd see the hard cold glare he'd use when something goes on that he doesn't approve of, or when someone brakes a deal with him. But no... His facial features were soft, and he even looked concerned, if it was even possible. "Do you remember that time you had thought I put their lives in danger, and you started the fistfight... or the time when you yelled at me for not caring, being a monster, and turning in to Rollins? Because I remember." He paused.

There was nothing more that I wanted to do other than close my eyes, and plug my ears. So I couldn't hear or see the pain I caused at the time or having to deal with the guilt.

"You're the happy-go-lucky sharpshooter that everyone wants to be friends with, you hardly ever stay frustrated or mad, long. But you yelled, cursed, and compared me to him... and that was your cruellest action." His raspy voice finished.

I couldn't even get the opportunity to apologize to him before he vanished, and the angel continued. Not giving me a brake to comprehend everything he had said, and what this all means.