1 One who does not want to live

I was abandon when I was little never really enjoy the world that much I hated being alive but to scared to do anything about it so I just kept living a meaningless living till I died at 30 years old the next thing I know I was in a good place with no people or any kind of life and all around me were these big ass stones.

The first stone was bigger than me then smaller then bigger again there were millions of them. I got curious as to what this place was like so I started walking around looking for something maybe some sign of life.

That's when I saw him standing there staring down at the ground, his back facing me he looked lost and confused so I walked up to him. He didn't even notice me at first until i reached out my hand and tapped him on his shoulder "Hello" he turned around slowly.

His eyes were red rimmed and puffy from crying "Uhm... hello?"

"My name is Malice, why are you here?"

He thought about this for a bit "I don't know I woke up here one day not knowing how I got here or who I was and now I can't go anywhere without getting hurt."

I was surprised by this "Why?"

"You wouldn't understand I was bad a person before this happened to me and now I'm just another piece of broken shit on the floor."

"Come with me," he said taking my hand and leading me inside what he called his home. He sat down on his bed and motioned for me to sit across from him "So tell me about yourself"

"Well I grew up in the slums with my mother and father. My dad worked hard to support us but mom was always sick so we couldn't get ahead.

We barely had enough money to keep the roof over our heads let alone food on the table. Then one day mom went into labor and I watched her die right in front of me. She was bleeding to death the midwife told us if she could have made it to the hospital she would be fine but there wasn't time so we had to leave her behind."

"How did she pass away? Was it painful?" He asked rubbing his hands together nervously.

"No not really my mom was only 31 years old it seemed like such a waste."

"What happened after that?"

"I tried to kill myself, but I guess gods or something don't want me dead because they sent me here."

"Oh..."

"That's all I wanted to share with you, now I'd like to tell you about me."

"Okay well, I was born in London England to a normal family like yours but I never met my father, he left when I was little and I don't care why do I have to tell u about me just die I got up slowly and killed the man with my hands slowly I started feeling better after I killed him I felt stronger and more alive than ever before. After that I went to find my brother and found him in a club shooting up heroin with a prostitute.

I dragged him back to my house and beat the crap out of him and threw him off a cliff he survived though I must admit he's pretty lucky. I decided to start killing people and hurting them for fun. This world is so cruel and I hate it I feel like I deserve to be punished for the things I've done so far but I still can't help myself. I keep going further and farther from God and his teachings. Now I'm here trying to get answers but I can't seem to find any."

"Do you believe in God?"

"Not anymore, he abandoned me when I needed him most.

Why should I follow something that doesn't give a damn about me?"

"But God does care, you see you're here because you need to pay for your sins but I think you're doing it wrong."

"How do I do it right?"

"If you want to make amends for your sins you have to do it yourself, you have to fix what you broke and that means hurting someone else so you can feel better about yourself."

"I don't think so, I'm sorry but I'm not a masochist."

"Who told you that you were?"

"Someone I used to know."

"Yeah I can imagine, well you look like a girl so I'll call you Jane. You have to earn forgiveness for your past by making amends."

"How do I do that?"

"You have to sacrifice something you love for someone you hate."

"Like what?"

"Anything that makes you happy and gives meaning to your life."

"Alright, let's say I have to take away something important to me."

"Forgiveness is earned by pain, so you can't choose anything too big or it won't work.

But if you cut off your leg it will hurt. So you have to choose between something you love or a limb."

"I don't know Jane, I can't lose my leg."

"Then you don't deserve to be forgiven."

"This is bullshit!" I shouted suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my chest I fell down onto the floor gasping for air. I heard footsteps coming towards me and I knew who it was. I looked up and saw him holding a bloody knife "Malice! What are you doing?!"

"I don't know I don't deserve to be forgiven."

"Don't talk like that you don't deserve to die so soon!"

I looked up at him and smiled, "It's okay I forgive you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Oh thank god."

He threw the knife and it pierced through my heart.

I was dead before I even hit the ground.

***

"We're here," he said pointing to a spot in the distance.

"Are you sure this is where we're supposed to be?" I asked pulling out my map.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure, it says 'here' right here."

"Well if you're so sure, then let's go already."

"It's not that easy," he said turning to face me.

I took a step closer to him and got in his face. "What do you mean its not easy? We came all this way and now you're telling me it's not that easy?"

"Look I don't want to fight with you, I'm tired and hungry and I just want to get this over with."

"Fine, I guess we could do this the fast way." I grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to me and kissed him. He froze for a moment then wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him.

For a second it felt good, then the world changed. I felt a surge of power flow through my body and I could see the whole world in my mind. Everything became clear and I could move with speed. It was like I was a super hero and I could do anything at any time. I moved faster and faster taking everything away from him in an instant. I ripped off his clothes and tore open his shirt exposing his chest and stomach. He screamed as I ripped his skin open and saw his insides spilling out.

The blood covered me and I reveled in it, every drop of it tasted so sweet. I lifted up his head and brought it to my mouth and began chewing on his flesh.

After that I felt full and satisfied and the rush was gone. I stood up and looked around. There was nothing but a large stone that looked like a giant tombstone, a few trees, and a lake in the middle of nowhere.

"I guess we should be here," I said wiping the blood from my mouth.

"Yeah," he replied. "Let's go."

"Wait, why are you naked?"

"This is my natural state, I prefer to be naked."

"I'm not judging, but we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"I want to, besides I don't think the others will appreciate it if I show up here with clothes on."

"Why would they care?"

"Because they're hypocrites."

"Huh?"

"They act like they're all holy and righteous while secretly lusting after women all the time.

They don't really believe in God but they still believe in sin. And I'm sick of it."

"Well you know what they say, 'the truth hurts'."

I gave him a kiss and we continued walking towards the stone.

Finally we arrived at the stone it looked like a giant grave marker and it was exactly as big as I remembered it. A dark hole was carved into it's surface and there was a pile of bones inside the hole.

"I wonder who's buried down there?"

"Maybe whoever was here before us."

"You mean the ones who built this place?"

"Probably."

"So where do we start?"

"First we gotta dig down to the bottom, then we have to find the bones and put them in here then cover them back up. We might not have to do it all in one day so let's not push ourselves."

"Sounds good," I said digging down into the earth with my fingers.

There was a lot of dirt but I managed to reach the bottom. "Here goes nothing," I muttered as I picked up the first bone.

"Be careful," he said following me.

I carefully placed the skull on top of the pile and covered it up.

Then I dug up another one. "This is gonna take forever..."

"No it won't," he said placing another bone on top of the pile.

"How do you know?"

"Because we're not going to stop until we're done, okay?"

"And how are we going to finish this if we don't stop?"

"Simple, we'll just keep digging."

"You're crazy."

"Yep."

"Well if you're crazy we're both crazy."

I picked up another bone. "You can come with me if you want."

"I'd rather stay here."

"Fine, I'll pick you up later."

"Make sure you do."

I kept picking up bones and placing them on the pile. Slowly I reached the bottom and there was nothing left. I didn't want to look at him so I turned to the side and started digging again.