Escape From This Afterlife

Escape From This Afterlife

Act One: Oh Sorry, Did I Wake Your Dream?

Chapter 1: A Little Piece Of Heaven

"I must have stabbed her fifty fucking times."

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            There's only so much one person can take, whether it be abuse, indulgence, or some other thing, a person can only can take so much before snapping. And depending on that person, they can either let it all out with screaming, punching a wall, talking to somebody. Or... They could go the other route, and snap hard. So hard, they can't stop.

            Clutching the key ring in my hands, I flipped through them continuously until I found the correct one, which was a golden one labeled with the word 'House'. Rolling my eyes at the dumbed down label for the key, I slipped it into the lock and twisted it, hearing it click. Pulling it back out, I turned the doorknob and turned it, opening the door.

            Letting myself into the house, I closed it shut behind myself, hanging the key ring on the rack next to the door. Glancing to the right, I noticed the kitchen light was on, and it was contrasting against the rest of the dark house. Thinking it was probably just my blasted house, I sighed and walked into the kitchen, startling my wife.

            She dropped something and it clattered to the floor in front of her feet. Before she could attempt to try to pick it up, I raced and snatched it off the ground, backing up once I did. I raised my hand before she could speak, letting her know it wasn't a good time to talk. Shooting a glance up to her for a second, I focused on the thing in my palm.

            Resting in my hand was a pregnancy test, with various scratches and bend marks around the screen of it, looking like she tried to scratch the screen, and break it in half. But, that's not the highlight of this fuck up. No, it's  the big plus sign on it, indicating she was pregnant. Yet... We never had sex.

            "Who was it, Amber? Would you like to lend a helping hand to me and tell me the delightful gentleman who had an affair with my equally delightful wife?" I asked, practically squeezing the pregnancy test in my right hand while staring at her.

            "It wasn't even like that, Crimson! I... He... You never offered!" She screamed at me finally, slamming a fist on the kitchen countertop. Glaring at her, I snapped the pregnancy test in half with my hand and threw the remains onto the countertop. Walking around it, I pointed a finger at her.

            "Oh, don't try and turn this on me, you self-loving cunt! You never asked, you haven't even kissed me or hugged me since our fucking wedding, you goddamn gold-digger!" I shouted, opening the refrigerator, and grabbing a bottle of liquor, and storming out of the kitchen with Amber in tow.

            "You don't show any emotion towards me, your friends, or your family, you bastard! Danny treats me like a fucking princess and buys me things; A lot more than what you can do." She pointed out while I took a seat on the couch, using a nearby bottle opener to crack it open. Amber stood in front of me, pacing around and exhaling out her nose hard.

            "Oh, you mean all these people that use me? Sure, let's treat people that abuse and use me like they're fucking gold, that sounds right. Shut up Amber, you're just a sad, lonely, fugly bitch. Just kill yourself already, will you? It would save me some time, I could use that time blowing Danny's brains out." I stated, staring forward at the wall.

            "May there be a hell for you, Crimson." She finished, stomping out the living room and up the stairs, throwing her bedroom door shut behind her. Drinking the rest of the alcohol, I rubbed my forehead, and gazed at the liquor bottle, I smashed it on the ground.

            Standing up, I approached the shards of glass, and crouched down to pick them up. I saw my reflection in the various pieces, all of them adding together to make one picture of my appearance. Grey eyes met mine in the broken makeshift mirror, and my chestnut brown hair cascaded over my forehead and poured down my neck, and a ragged beard covered my face.

            Looking up towards the direction of Amber's bedroom, I contemplated a major sin. In my vision, a large shard of glass lay before me, bestowed right at my feet. Only one quick motion to the left against her throat, and I could be free of her, finally free from that wretched harlot! Just one moment of guilt and regret for a lifetime of freedom, bliss, and happiness.

            But, did I really want to... Murder her? Kill someone, who otherwise, would at least keep me company in my lonely, and barren life? Would I really throw away a piece of me, and a piece of my humanity just to get rid of her? I could easily be rid of her by filing a divorce, but no, she would still be a problem.

            She would try to take the house, my belongings, maybe even my family's property. And even if I were to divorce the bitch, she'd try to slink her way back in, just to get her greedy, grubby hands on the money I spend all day, everyday, working my ass off for, to what? Buy expensive jewelry, and skin products? You can only get away with so much before being stomped on, after all.

            So, would I give away a piece of myself, emotionally, and a part of my humanity to be rid of a person who has brought nothing but misery, loneliness, and despair into my life just to get money, pieces of paper, for her own selfish desires? Yes. Yes, I would.

           Taking a moment to collect myself, breathing in and out, thinking of things that brought joy and happiness to my miserable life, I gripped a piece of glass with my right hand. Pressing it into my palm, the skin gave way and a gash was created as the shard was shoved in, blood leaking out of the severe, self-inflicted wound.

          Wrapping my fingers around the practical blade, I stood up, my joints cracking as I stretched, I walked towards the staircase, my boots clomping on the hardwood floor. The first step creaked as I applied weight onto it, and it continued as I made my way up the stairs. My heart was racing as I reached the top of the stairs.

            It was a pretty standard second floor to a house. To the right of me was the bathroom, which consisted of a white-tile triangle pattern floor, a shower with glass doors and shelves inside for various products, a sink and cabinet above it which housed several narcotics and medical supplies, and then lastly a toilet.

            Further down the hall to the left was my bedroom, and was only used for sleeping and my office area. It had a decent-sized bed to the top right corner with a nightstand right next to it with a lamp on it, and an alarm clock. Across from that was my office area, that was basically a wooden desk with several drawers and a desktop.

            Left from the office area, was a closet that I rarely took or put anything in and out of. All that's inside of it was clothes, normal attire and work apparel, and a couple guns; which was a twelve-gauge shotgun, a standard nine-millimeter pistol, and that's about it. I had, like, two boxes of rounds for each gun, but I only used them to go hunting, so they're never used.

            And, finally, at the very end of the hallway was Amber's bedroom, where she slept, and had several affairs with multiple assholes. The lights were off, and I heard no noise besides my own ragged breathing and footsteps, indicating she was asleep. Good, that means she won't know what hit her, although it's too soon to know if that's good or bad.

            Creeping up to the entrance of the room, I was practically choking on my breath as I slowly, but surely, slid the door to the side and stepped inside. It was too dark to tell what or where I was, same case with Amber, but I quietly stumbled around until my shins brushed up against the foot of her bed, and I clutched the shard even harder.

          Did I really want to? Did I? Was... Was I going to enjoy this? A more sinister, eviler part of my mind claimed I would have fun for the first time in a long time, but... I wasn't doing this for enjoyment, this was happening to cut off dead weight. Weight that has held me down for far too long, and like all weight, you lose it eventually.

            "Fuck it... Wake the fuck up!" I shouted at the sleeping whore, startling her, and making her jump in her sleep. Amber jolted awake, and quickly fumbled with the lamp by her bedside, but it finally flickered to life, and she had an unamused and pissed off look on her complexion. Mine, however... Well, let's just say I snapped, and blood flowed.

            Without a moment of hesitation, I yanked her towards me with a handful of her red hair in my left hand, and she yelped. Once she was close enough, I raised my arm and brought it down, the shard puncturing her shoulder, entering her body. The harlot screamed and screamed, but... It was the first of many.

            I kept stabbing and stabbing, and stabbing! I lost count after thirty, but blood soaked my shirt and hair, one would assume I dumped a bucket of well, blood, on my head. Various wounds covered her torso and I just ended her life with a swift motion across her neck, slitting her throat, blood splattering onto the wall behind her.

            After catching my breath, I gazed down at my handy work. Shooting a glance to the ghetto blade, I discarded it onto the ground, it shattering at the hard impact. Hands on my hips, I sighed, wondering how I could possibly clean up the mess and dispose of the body. Turning around, I stared at the wood chipper in the backyard. Smiling, I got to work.

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            Princess Twilight Sparkle inhaled a large take of fresh air, a smile working it's way onto her face as she stared at the massive mountain behind her crystal castle. Hanging on the land formation's side was Canterlot, clean and clear water falls flowing from it's magnificent castle. The young mare glanced to the sun, and it twinkled in her eyes.

            Suddenly, a giant rush of magical influx came over her and she collapsed to the balcony floor, her horn crackling pure magic. Twilight groaned and shakily got back to her hooves, squinting to block out the sun because her eyes are groggy. Attempting to light her horn, it only sparked a bit before giving way, encompassing her horn in magical field.

            "I haven't sensed that much magic since Tirek..." She concluded, shaking her head to rid of her temporary headache. Glancing up to Canterlot Castle, the lavender alicorn turned around and began trotting to her library, muttering to herself like a mad mare on the way there. She past Spike, who was sound asleep in his bedroom with the door wide open.

            Dashing into the library in her main room, she lit up her horn and began searching through the magical occurrences and events section in her massive archive, flipping through pages for a second before moving onto the next book. Looking for at least twenty minutes, she stomped her hoof on a page in a book labeled 'Critical Magical Events: And Why'.

            "At any time, a unicorn or alicorn, can feel a massive amount of magical power overcome them and completely stun them and wipe their magical signature out for a minute or more. When this happens, don't panic and don't attempt to light your horn, as it can leave permanent damage to your magical signature and horn itself."

            "When this event does happen, it means that a being of immense power is being summoned, whether it's good, bad or just plain neutral is indicated by the amount of time it takes for your horn to light and magical signature, the longer the more evil, and the shorter more good. Where the being will pop up is random, so it can be anywhere, like in the air or the desert!"

            "Although, these beings are summoned here for a reason. If they're evil, it's to redeem themselves of a sin or some other kind of crime. If they're good, it means they're here to guard the land for the rest of their life. But, if they're neutral, it means they were forced here to-" Twilight stopped, as the rest of the page was ripped out.

            Placing the book on the ground, she rested her head on her hoof as she thought about the magical influx and what the book stated. When it flowed through her, she felt her entire magical signature be wiped out for a whole minute and a half, along without being able to use her horn, the alicorn was only able to produce sparks at best.

            Thinking about the time of the magical summoning, she remembered staring at the sun and then running into the castle. Basing the time off the sun's movement, she estimated the time at being three minutes, meaning... The thing that's being summoned is bad, or worse, evil. But, what could it be, she thought? Who else can possibly be evil, after all the villains she has defeated?

            Twilight did sense an immense amount of magical power when she fought Nightmare Moon, one that rivaled her mentor. Discord surpasses both of them by a large margin, yet he's weak to the Elements of Harmony. And Tirek... He was more powerful than Celestia, Luna, Discord. But, combined with her and theirs, Twilight was even with him.

           But, the magic she sensed today... It was more powerful than she ever felt. Whatever it was, it could dispose of all the princesses, including herself, Discord, and Tirek if it so desired, and there's nothing she or anyone else could do about it. That frightened the bookworm, but she took a deep breathe and calmed herself down.

           Maybe she interpreted it wrong, and it's actually good? Everyone makes mistakes, and Twilight's no exception to that rule. Even if it is bad or evil, couldn't she or the princesses discuss terms or peace? Surely, not all bad things are evil, Nightmare Moon turned out to be Princess Luna, and Twilight talks with her daily!

           Whatever it was, Twilight prayed it would leave everyone alone. But, even then, not all good things last forever, and peace is definitely a good thing. Closing the book, she placed it back on her shelf and walked back to the balcony, glancing at the horizon where the sun began to set, she noticed a peculiar sight in the sky.

            A Crimson colored star.

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           Disposing of the body through sinful means, was... Mentally damaging, to say the least. Of all the fucked up and immoral things I've done in my twenty-three year life, that easily takes the cake. Killing her wasn't the problem, because I can kill someone if wanted to, but... Dealing with the thoughts afterwards and the guilt... It's damn near unbearable.

            I never did understand why I married her. Why she married me, because is there a lot more single fucks that are richer than me. Maybe she did it to spite me, in some way, for some reason, although I guess I'll never know that answer. I don't know if I did something to her or someone close to her, but she married me.

            Marrying at the age of twenty was a mistake. I only married her because I didn't want to be alone in thus cruel world, one that I didn't ask to be in. Parents abusing me since I was a pre-teen, friends that use me, no one wants to be stuck in the soap opera that is my life. So, I get stuck with the liars, thieves, cheaters, users, and abusers, but most of all, assholes.

            So, yeah, my life had molded me into a cold and sadistic person that would go as far to murder his own wife, in short: A permanent solution to a temporary problem. I always could have filed a divorce, moved far away from here, cut off all contact from my family, so called friends, and my wife. But, no, I didn't do that.

            Doing that decision would mean I'd be alone. No one to talk to, hang out with, sleep with, love. I'd be destined to live out a life filled with hurt and misery, but loneliness is at the forefront of it all, because human companionship is so hard to come by these days. The world is becoming more and more flawed than it already is.

            Wiping off my hands on my jeans, a sigh past my lips as I closed my eyes and thought. Amber was cheating with Danny, and I always secretly hated him. Pulling out my phone, I entered my code and checked my contacts. Danny, Cameron, Johnathan, my father, and my mother, as well as Amber, and my doctor. Hmm.

            Amber mentioned that she was having an affair with Danny, somebody that I manage to see every day after work. And my wife always stayed home every day to work at home... Fuck! Why was I so blind, it was happening right in front of me and all the proof was there! Damnit, Damnit, Damnit! If I figured this out earlier, I wouldn't have to kill her!

            Losing my balance, I stumbled to my knees and stared at the ground. Holding my head in regret with my hands, I breathed heavily, the night time air chilling my skin. It was January, after all, and I had more work during the winter. I sat like that for at least thirty minutes, blank mind, staring at the cold, crisp grass I was resting on.

            I didn't have to kill her. I didn't. I didn't. I didn't, didn't, didn't! Fuck! Oh God, I'm so fucking stupid, why did I do this?! I'm going to Hell for the rest of eternity, just because I was blinded by my own stupidity and pent up anger, and there's nothing I can do about it. Wiping my eyes because they were growing wet with tears, I let out a big sigh.

           Why? Why did I decide to do this? Because I was tired of shit? I'm going to be in hell of a lot more shit now, all because I was fucking tired of being pushed around. Goddamnit, I'm going to prison for life, then after I die, I'm going to Hell for forever. Son of a bitch. Sniffing, I made my way to my feet and re-opened my phone.

            Clicking on Danny's name in the contact section of the phone, I pressed it against my ear as I waited for him to pick up the phone, or just answer his phone. The shitty thing about my phone is that there is not much you can do with it, but it replaces that with durability and strength. I guess that's the point of a fucking Nokia, though.

"Hello?" Danny said through the phone. Taking a moment to collect myself and my emotions and feelings, I gripped the phone and sighed, not sure of myself of doing this for three more people. That's more evidence, meaning more of a chance of me being caught, but I suppose the bloody wood chipper is evidence enough, not to mention my neighbors most likely heard me.

            "Hey... Can you, Cameron, and Jonathan stop by real quick. Me and... Me and... A-Amber want to speak with you guys." I said, trying to hold back tears as I said Amber's name. I fucking hated the slut, but God am I regretting killing her. It wasn't worth it, yet here I am murdering three more people on some kind of vengeance spree.

"Sure. We'll be there in a few." He said finally, ending the phone call and sending me to the main menu of my phone. Staring at the phone menu for a few seconds, I spot a abnormal sight on my background, which was a sample picture of a setting sun behind an ocean, and I squint to make sure I'm seeing this right.

           Plastered across the whole background was a symbol. The symbol was a half sun, half moon, with what looks like a dragon tail splitting the two images apart, and underneath the dragon tail was two red eyes that seemed almost like they were alive, almost as if they were actually staring at me. But, no, the words underneath the image was the weird thing.

            "Riddance calls, you obey." I muttered to myself, getting to my feet finally. Checking the time above the main screen, I turned my phone off and hurried inside so I can set up. Danny did he say he was going to be here quick, and that motherfucker is fast when it comes to shit like this. But, it doesn't matter if he's late or not, time is going to waste him.

            Ripping my closet door open, I grabbed my shotgun and three shells. Closing the door again, I loaded the shells and cocked the pump. I only grabbed three because of what an old friend told me. "If you can't kill something in one shot, you shouldn't be shooting." Damn, I miss you M, maybe I wouldn't be murdering people if you were still here.

             Running down the stairs, I glanced out the window and saw a light approaching the driveway. That's probably them. Sighing, I unlocked the door and ran to the living room, crouching behind the couch. Rummaging through my pocket for my phone, I wrapped my fingers around it once I found it and turned it on, going to the message section.

            "Just come in, it's unlocked." I said out loud as I wrote, sending the message once I finished writing it. Sliding it back into my pocket, I gripped my shot gun harder and took a deep breath. Okay, I can do this. Once I do this, the world will be rid of three more assholes and I can go live in prison for the rest of life. Pr maybe not.

           Pushing that thought out of my head until after this situation, I heard the door click open and several footsteps as they entered the house, shutting the door behind them. Toning down the sound of my breathing, I waited for them to enter the living room.

            "Hello? Crimson? Amber? Anybody here?" I hear Danny yell out, his voice closer to me than I thought. Hugging my gun to my chest, I prepared to jump up at any second. Their footsteps grew closer until it seemed like they were in front of the couch.

            "Surprise, motherfucker!" I shouted as I jumped up, aiming the barrel at Cameron's head. The person in question was pretty chubby, with black hair and a neckbeard, with a T-shirt that's too small for him, and tight jeans. Pulling the trigger, his head exploded into several chunky pieces, brain matter, fragments of his skull, and blood splattering all over Danny and Johnathan, and the wall alike.

            Cocking the shotgun the first time, I used their shock to my advantage and took aim at Johnathan, who was currently locked on Cameron's missing head. Johnathan was pretty fit and had a clear face with blond hair, and was wearing gym shorts and a wife beater, which was ironic. With another pull, his head was missing in the next matter of seconds.

            Before I could pump the shotgun, Danny rushed me and tackled me over the couch, my shotgun clattering to the ground a few inches from me. He stood up and punched me in the nose, and attempted to punch me in the throat, but I grabbed his ponytail and yanked it as hard as I could, stunning him and I pushed him off of me.

            I grabbed the shotgun again, and hit in the head with the butt of the gun, knocking him out. Cocking the shotgun, I aimed it at his head and my finger rested on the trigger, but my finger along my with hand started shaking. Throwing the gun to the ground, I dropped onto my ass and scooted up to the wall, staring my hands, which were covered in blood.

           I... Killed them. More. Killed. I... Jesus... Fuck! Glancing to the wall, I saw blood and pieces of brain smeared across it like a fucked up and morbid portrait. Moving my eyes to the shotgun, I realized that there was still one more shell, I didn't kill Danny. Scrambling to my knees, I reached for the gun and gripped it with my hands, placing the barrel at my chin.

            There really is no other choice. There isn't. It's either spend life in prison, with a mind full of guilt, regret, and sorrow, or... Spend the rest of eternity in a blissful sleep, no worries, no assholes, alone, with no people using me, or abusing me, just a very long sleep. That sounds so fucking nice, I want it so much, oh God.

           Placing my finger on the trigger, I gazed forward at the wall. Goodbye world, you sick, cruel, ruthless, piece of shit, I won't miss you. Goodbye M, maybe I'll join in you in the Afterlife or somewhere else. Pulling out my phone, I went into my messages section and sent a goodbye message to my parents, there was no point not doing so.

            Now, just pull the trigger. Pull it. My hand started shaking as my breath hitched itself in my throat, tears welling up in my eyes. Fucking do it, pussy! Just do it! Do it! Just do it! Tears ran down my cheeks as I slowly pushed the trigger downward, but halting periodically. You're such a fucking bitch, do it! Kill yourself you worthless piece of shit!

            "FUCK!"