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The Human Soul
This fight was over.
And so, it seemed, was I.
As the last of the shots rang out around the trees I became numb, I didn’t even feel my body smash into the wet leafy floor of the forest. All I can think of is how the damp is going to ruin my coat, genuine leather, and then I remember it’s all torn to pieces, shot through and covered in several types of blood. I liked that coat and my gun, dear Gisele, never let me down, not once. She had fallen from me and the burn from the tattoo of it seared red in my left hand, the pain long gone. Feeling was long gone. I was sure I had several gaping holes and gashes in my now limp body but I couldn’t tell you where. Not anymore. I had fought to my very last breath and though every single living creature in this area was dead or dying I had failed. He hadn’t been here, the bastard, I was so sure. So sure I rushed in with a rag tag crew and a taste for vengeance. I’m so sorry Christina. I stopped thinking, I stopped being calm. I stopped caring when you were taken from me, truthfully. Are you mad? Are you angry, disappointed in me? I just- I just wasn’t strong enough without you.
I know I’m crying. I can’t feel the tears but I know they’re there. Salty and wet, rolling down a lifeless face, coming from eyes that can barely see anymore. Stupid man, crying, don’t know whether it’s from the possibility of seeing you again and having you being mad or....I don’t think I’ll end up where you are...You were an angel and me, nothing of the sort. I can’t hear now, the trees are a dark blur and everything is getting foggy. Oh Christina, I love you, it’s not possible to describe how much. But it’s getting dark and I doubt I’ll end up in the-
LIGHT. Bright searing light hits my face, painful and sweet at the same time. My arm rushed up to cover my eyes, my arm moved, it moved! The pain is still gone but I can move! As my eyes adjusted to their newfound sight I stumbled to my feet finding the floor smooth. Somehow I didn’t think I was in Kansas anymore. The forest was gone, the bodies that had scattered the ground were nowhere to be seen and had been replace by sheer white marble, a room, a room filled with strange and indescribable things. I didn’t have much time to register all this take it all in; it was too much, what was happening?
“Alexander Autumn. “ It wasn’t a question this voice had spoken; this voice knew who I was for certain. I twirled around to see a petite woman, short black hair and ebony skin with piercing eyes and a pearl white smile looking at me. “Yes” I answered trembling, as if I was unsure of whom I was. “Please follow me” she stated in a chirpy voice as she walked out of two huge oaken doors which I was sure weren’t there when I had arrived. But in shock and not knowing where I was, I followed along silently. The door led out to what looked to be the open. I couldn’t see a sky above me, just buildings that seemed to stretch on to infinity but I could feel a soft breeze cross my path and ruffle my hair along the way. She was moving further away from me so I quickened my pace as she began to walk across a wooden bridge, I couldn’t help but look down as I crossed, and it was a river, faintly blue that seemed to carry pictures in it. Pictures, no wait, these were memories, MY memories. “CHRISTINA” I called out as saw her smiling face pass below me. I turned to run to the other side of the bridge, just to get a second glance of that face but was abruptly stopped be a very large man who stood in my way. “There will be plenty of times to mull over your memories later Alexander Autumn.” A gruff voice, the man was big, larger than even me. Not for a second did I think I could win a fight with him and so I was directed to the other side of the bridge like a naughty child in trouble. The small ebony woman had disappeared and had been replaced by a tall, pale brunette clothed in a pale pink dress, she was beautiful, strikingly so but the biggest feature of her body were the two large wings that rested on her back. “You can close your mouth Alexander; I assure you they are real”
“Is this a dream?” I asked suddenly, my mind catching up with me at last.
“You could say that” She answered quietly as she placed a small hand on my shoulder “One that will be short lived Alexander, we need you. You shall be our warrior of the people. You shall defend your kind. ”
“But- am I not dead, I know I am, I’m dead, I died” I spluttered not really taking anything in “I’m supposed to go to the afterlife, I can’t do anything dead!”
“Dead men tell no tales; this is true Alexander that is why...” she paused for a moment as she turned herself to me fully, her eyes meeting mine. “Alexander Autumn you will live. ”
My head raced, I didn’t understand, I was being told but I just couldn’t take it in. “But I thought it was the end.” I muttered to myself.
“No Alexander, for you it is just beginning.”
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