A Light in the Dark

A Light In The Dark
Chapter III

Pain surrounded my body. I felt pain surge throughout my body, flowing through my veins. Never had I felt anything like this. And also, Death can be a jerk at times. I wanted to be at peace, but destiny had other plans for me…

I flew above my surroundings as I left my body below. Wind rushed through my hair as I ascended above the tree line. I was now above the clouds and quickly approaching the stars. As I got further up into the atmosphere I felt a surge of excitement and... eagerness? I rose higher and higher until my gaze met a strange platform in the distance. Was this my judgement area? Was this my utopia, or my impending doom? I just hoped that my judgement would be swift and quick.
As I floated closer, I saw something. Not a thing, I realized, but a someone. The figure was cloaked in dark robes that loosely clung to its thin body. It was standing between two doors: one was dark and blood red, and the other shone a great white and yellow light. The closer I moved, the better of a look of the figure I got. I had to mentally kick myself back into motion when I saw who it was. It was Death himself. He turned to me and I looked into the empty sockets of his skull that were his eyes. In his bony, frail hands, he held a long, slender scythe. The shaft was dark black, and the blade coloured a brilliant white. As he turned, I wanted to recoil, but some force urged me onward.
When his eyes, or where they should’ve been, met mine, he frowned. " 'tis a pity," he declared in a raspy, scratchy tone, "for a death so young. Yet, Destiny has not forgotten you." He turned his attention away from me and gazed at an empty area. Well, it was empty for the time being. I was astonished when yet another door materialized in front of my very eyes.
Flabbergasted, I managed to sputter out one word, "Hhh-h-how?"
"Your destiny," he now had his full attention on me, "lies elsewhere." Clearly, I was not impressed by this.
"I do not wish to continue my destiny. My destiny died along with everything else in me. Everything I love, and now everyone in my family is no more. The Eclipse family no longer exists. Can you not see that I wish to be at peace?! All the damage that has been dealt, all the suffering I have had to bear has been unimaginably... painful. In all due respects, I wish to go on into whatever lies ahead; be it Heaven or Hell."
The Grim Reaper turned to me and gave me a grim smile. "That is not for me to decide, as I said your destiny lies elsewhere. What you have done throughout your life has impressed me; you saved people's lives on more than one occasion, you did everything you could to make others have a good life, you always gave to those who could not afford luxuries that you could have on a daily basis. For that, Destiny has other plans for your doings." he remarked at me.
"But I'm not a hero!" I almost screamed. "I did what other people would have done. If I was the victim, someone would have done the same thing for me! What, in this universe, makes ME so special out of 7 or 8 billion people?"
Surprisingly, he chuckled. "All in due time, Aaron Eclipse. In due time." Then he cleared his throat. "And I cannot let good deeds go unrewarded." He snapped his fingers and....
Nothing happened. I looked around in utter confusion, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. "What the..." I muttered.
Death now approached me and said, "Now go, your destiny awaits."

As I was about to protest, I felt a pull from behind me. I frantically tried to escape its grasp on me, but to no avail. I cried out in protest, but then I knew that there was no point. So I remained silent as I fell. I could feel heat surrounding my body, like when a rocket re-enters the Earth's atmosphere. I gazed at the golden flame that enveloped my body, followed by a trail of aquamarine blue fire. It seemed amazing, until I realized that I was falling toward Earth at close to a million miles per hour. I yelled, but I knew that it was pointless as no one could hear me at this altitude.

Death was tired. He sat in his chair and grimaced at the memory of the boy with brown eyes and black hair. Those eyes, he thought, are like a pile of firewood. Firewood that could be lit and could cause one hell of a blow...