Turned Hero (on hold)

Chapter 1

July POV

First of all let me just say; dying sucks and it's not so much the actual dying that sucks. It's what comes after the dying. And if someone should know, it would be me.

Also there is no hell. At least not a hell that is underground and is full a fire and the color red. My hell is different.

There are three levels of heaven. The top level is called The Mashal. This is were the afterlife's government is. It's where The Court meets and decides what to do with all the dead people. It is also where the High Lord Griffith lives.

The second level is where all of the deceased live. It's known as the White City, everything is plain and simple, nothing stands out. Everyone who lives there knows their place. Almost everyone who dies goes to the White City, it's the center of life here in heaven and it stretches for so long that no one could travel the distance.

The last level is called The Underworld. This is what hell really is, hell is a prison. Holding the dead who have done things to horrible to be forgiven. This was my home. The way you get here is when you die you are immediately placed into one of the levels depending on what you did in life. The better a person you were, the better you live in the afterlife.

Heavens great, if you were a good person in life. If you weren't, then you payed the price. I made mistakes in life, that's true, but there is a lot more to my story then what meets the eye. And since I was nothing but a "worthless murderer who didn't deserve to live" as The Court so kindly put, no one bothered to listen to my side of the story. But that's not important anymore.

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I am roughly shaken awake out of my sleep. Yes, the dead can sleep.

"Come on, get up." A keeper says scowling, as if the very existence of me has put him in a bad mood.

I smile up at him. "It is morning isn't it. What do I owe this pleasant surprise? Have you come to tell me that my time is up and I shall be turning to ash any second now?"

The keeper roughly pulls me up and pushes me out of my tiny cell. He doesn't bother with chains, because we both know that there is no where to run. "I don't need your smartass attitude today Diamond. It would do you good to keep your mouth shut."

"You would like that wouldn't you," I look at his wrist, where every keeper has his name tattooed into his skin. "Brian, is it? Tell me, how is that you came apon the exciting job of being a keeper. And did it occur to you that nothing you say is going to make me obey you because of the small detail that I am already dead. Yet, I did not go to heaven I was sent to hell. So, in conclusion, I shall not shut my mouth." I finish and smirk, knowing I have successfully angered him.

By now we have reached the lift that will take us to were ever we are going. The glass doors slide closed and Brian reaches forward to push the button that reads Level 3. Great we're going to the Mashal, I'm probably going to be banished to the outer lands.

The outer lands is basically what's beyond heaven. It's just a grand plain of nothingness.

"Why are we going to the Mashal? Am I being banished? Do I finally get to leave this hell hole?"

Brain sighs and shakes his head. "You really can't shut up can you?"

"By definition, no I can't shut up," I say looking straight ahead. We stand in silence for the rest of the journey up. When we reach the top level the lift abruptly stops, making me almost lose my balance. The doors slide open and I am almost blinded by the bright white light that now fills the lift.

Stepping out into the light Brian stops and motions for me to follow him. The minute I step off the lift the bright light disappears, replaced by a dim glow. Looking around I see that we are standing in the middle of what seems to be an old wear house something about this place seems familiar. I turn around to ask Brian where in the flying fuck we were, but Brian isn't there. Rooted to where I stand, I turn my head searching for him. Nothing, absolutely nothing. That bastard left me alone in the middle of goddamn no where. If I ever see him again, I swear I will-

Wait, what was that? I heard something, I swear I did. Voices. Lots of them. There it is again. People. But there isn't any one hear. As if on instinct, I reach my right hand out in front of me and instead of feeling air, my hand slams into something solid. It's smooth, like glass. Tentatively I reach my left hand out as well, that results in the same thing. My breathing becomes fast, I start to back up but I run into another wall. Sliding down the glass wall, I sit on the floor and bring my knees up to my chest. For the first time in a long time I was afraid. I knew why this place seemed so familiar, the memories hit me with a strong force.

"July,is that you?" My head snaps up in seconds I'm standing on my feet, frantically looking around to find where the voice came from. It doesn't matter what happened to me, how long it's been, I will never forget that voice.

"July," I freeze for a second then turn around. He's here, standing in front of me. Healthy, clean, not completely broken. So unlike the last time I saw him.

"Char," I whisper. Char, he was perfect. Tall, muscular, golden blonde hair and bright green eyes. Char, with his intelligent mind, always trying and failing to keep me out of trouble. Char, who was my first kiss and first love. The only one that didn't leave me behind when I ruined my life. The person who still lives and has probably forgotten all about me, but somehow is here. The one thing that I regret the most.

"July, you need to get out of here their coming for you," Char says, his words echoing in the glass box I stand in. He walks up and places a hand on one of the walls, I rush over and place my hand over his, feeling the smooth glass that separates us. A shiver runs down my spine as I remember the last time he said that to me. I shake my head no.

"You can't run forever July," he tells me.

"I can try," I say involuntarily. The words fly out of my mouth just as they did on the last day of my life. That's when I realize, Char isn't really here. This is a memory, my last memory and I know how it ends.

"July, I have to go," then he disappears,my heart speeds up, my eyes widened and my cheeks are wet from the tears I didn't know I was crying.

"No!" I scream. "Don't leave me again!" I'm sobbing now. Letting out the tears I have held in for so long.

I hear a door slamming and the heavy footsteps of twenty armed men running on the floor above. I need to get out of here before they find me again. Looking around I realize that there is no way I can get out of the box without breaking it.

The door flys open and the men rush into the room. Without thinking, I bring my fist up and slam it into the glass wall. The impact of my fist shatters the glass and for a few seconds the only noise in the room is the sound of glass cracking around me. Then suddenly there is a cloud crack, and the glass shards began to rain down on me, slicing into my arms and face. I can feel the blood running from the cuts but there is no pain. The glass, that should've run out long ago, keeps falling, the sound of a thousand tiny pieces breaking over and over again fills my ears. I crouch down and cover my head with my hands, squeezing my eyes shut and wait for it to end.

Yay I finally updated! Took me long enough. So thanks for reading, please vote and comment and I will update soon.