I Am DEAD! (Part 2 – Processing & Judgment) (1231 hits)
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Submitted by Professional Peon <prof_peon.at.yahoo.com> (View user info) at 2005-09-29 22:44:01 EDT
Part 1 http://www.ubersite.com/m/72219
I looked at Robert with panic in my desperate eyes. "Please, this is a mistake. How do you stop this thing?" I looked frantically for an emergency shutoff, but the inside of the elevator was free of markings or buttons.
Robert stood there calmly with his hands cupped in front of him. "Heather, please try to remain calm."
"CALM! CALM! How can you say that? We are going in the wrong direction. You have to help me. PLEASE!"
Robert brought his finger up to his lips and made a motion for me to shush. Then the elevator stopped.
"Are you ready?" He asked coolly.
I replied with forced back tears "No."
The elevator door opened into a large room. A judge's podium was directly in front of me, seated was a dark devilish looking man with a flaming gavel. Skull torches were everywhere and lit the room in an eerie glow.
A group of tables were arranged on the left side of the room. The tables were full of a dozen or so people in tattered clothes. Most were bloody and mauled with appendages missing. All of them sat silently simply staring at the person located across the table from them. None of them paid any attention to me as Robert guided me into the room.
On the judges right was an axe wielding Centaur, to his left a ferocious looking Minotaur. They appeared to be the enforcers of his will. The Centaur motioned for me to approach.
I looked to Robert and clung to his arm as my body began to tremble uncontrollably and my knees grew weak. I dug my nails into his skin in a final plead for mercy. "You must let go now." He put his finger under my chin and forced my gaze to meet his. He smiled very warmly and it had a surprising calming effect on me. "You must be strong and face the judge alone" he whispered as he delicately, but forcefully removed me from his side.
A demon entered the room and handed a slab of stone to the Minotaur. He glanced down at its engraving and led the demon to an elderly woman on the far end of the room. "Tiiiiiime to go my deeeear" he said in what would best be described as a reptilian voice. The woman's expression did not change as he took her hand and led her away.
"PPppppplease...... this is a ... a.... "
"SILENCE!" the judge roared as he slammed his flaming gavel down.
"....mistake" I squeaked
"I don't think so. We don't make mistakes here." He crumbled as he scanned the tablet before him. He placed it down and removed his glasses.
"You are here to be processed and with that we decide your place for the rest of eternity. Do you understand?"
I nodded as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"I will ask you a series of questions, you will answer honestly or my Minotaur will remove your head and send you to a place worse then you can imagine. Now," he placed his glasses back on, "shall we begin?"
"Let's see here, you are Heather correct?"
"Yes"
"Would you consider yourself a good person?"
"Yes"
"Have you ever stolen anything?"
"No."
"How often did you attend church?"
"Rarely."
The judge checked off something on the tablet.
"Do you follow the laws of the good book?"
"I've never read it." I replied as the Minotaur chuckled.
"Have you ever broken any of the Ten Commandments?"
"I don't think so."
"Have you ever lied?"
"Yes."
Again the judge fiddled with the tablet.
"According to our records during you lifetime you used the lord's name in vain 1,328,659 times, do you have any explanation for this?"
"I don't really consider myself a religious person, more spiritual really. I put more faith in myself then the idea of an all powerful being your honor."
Again he made notations on the tablet.
"Well, we are just about done here I think" he said as he looked to the mythical creatures. They nodded to each other and then turned there attention back to me. Please show me your marker.
I looked to Robert for clarification. He motioned to his pocket; I then realized he was referring to my stone.
"Place your arm out in front of you with the marker in your open palm."
He judge strained his eyes when attempting to view my stone. He motioned to the Centaur to retrieve it. He handed it to the judge who studied it meticulously. "This appears to be black yes?"
Robert took a step towards the judge. "It is a black onyx your honor."
"Hmmmph, interesting......very interesting indeed. Surprising, but interesting none the less." He handed my stone back to the Centaur who placed it gently back onto my hand.
I extended my arm as instructed, arm out, palm open, as the judge began his final question. "Do you Miss Heather; have love in your heart?"
Before I could answer the onyx began levitating off my hand. "Yes" I answered as the stone settled back down.
"Very good then, you will hear of my decision soon, please take a seat and await your escort." The judge handed the tablet to the Centaur and he disappeared behind the bench.
Robert walked with me over to a table. "What just happened?" I asked my voice barely a whisper. "Shhh, do not speak, just sit and wait, and whatever you do, do not speak until we leave this room."
The demon reentered the room and escorted out a few more people.
"NEXT!" the judge bellowed.
The Minotaur clapped twice and with a flash of light the room was transformed into a beautiful beach. Tiki torches replaced the skulls. The judge was seated beneath a beach hut style gazebo. The people who looked like zombies before were now dressed as wealthy socialites and began to happily socialize. They were laughing and drinking tropical cocktails decorated with little pieces of fruit and umbrellas. Rob and I were wearing swimwear and the judge was wearing sunglasses, a visor, and had a golf bag hanging nonchalantly behind his bench. The Centaur and Minotaur had been replaced by two blunt smoking Rastafarians.
The elevator doors opened and a wealthy looking man stepped out. He regained his composure rather quickly, and immediately corrected the part in his hair.
"Ah-lo man. Come.... Please come in." The Rastafarian strolled over to the man and put his arm around his shoulder. He walked a few steps with him leading him further into the room. "Aye man, you stay 'ere, da judge his 'onor dere, will be talkin' witcha. Aye?" With that the Rastafarian returned to his position near the bench.
The man chuckled nervously. "Wow, you guys really had me going there for a minute, you might want to have someone look at that elevator" he said as he adjusted his tie.
"Ah Peter" the judge began. The judge asked him questions that were the same or similar to mine. He answered each one with arrogance, and from my point of view, deceit.
Then he too was instructed to hold out his stone. His was a diamond shaped emerald. The judge also asked him about love. However, when he replied yes, the result was quite different. Instead of his stone floating it became a heavy weight that he could not drop. His body soon buckled as he was forced to kneel on the ground, his hand pinned to the floor.
The socialites all took notice and started pointing and laughing maniacally at him. Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.
"SILENCE" the judge bellowed.
"Peter, did Barbara know love?" The judge asked as the Rastafarian wheeled a T.V. out from behind the bench.
"My wife's name is Sara, who is Barbara?"
"Barbara, surely you remember her" he motioned for the television to be turned on. The screen showed a party and a young twenty-something Peter, pouring a white powdery substance into a glass.
"Where did you get that?" Peter objected.
"Shhhh, this is where it gets interesting." The television switched to a girl, in her early teens unconscious on a bed and Peter was undressing her and fondling her breasts. Then it showed the same girl crying to him with a swollen belly as Peter stormed away angrily. The last shot was the young woman in a bathtub with slit wrists and lifeless eyes.
The judge motioned for them to turn off the television. He looked sternly at Peter, who was still pinned to the floor by the stone. "Do you have anything to say on your behalf?"
"She told me she was 18! I swear!" I went to church every week! I was young and foolish, but I confessed and atoned for my sins!"
The judge raised his hand for silence. "Save your lies. My decision has been made." The judge banged his gavel and a crack spread from the impact point to beneath Peter's feet. The ground began to crumble beneath him as flames erupted through the cracks. The parts of the floor that gave way revealed a river of fire and screaming souls caught in its current.
Peter started sobbing and reciting prayers. "O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of hell, and lead all souls to Heaven, especially those in most need of Your Mercy"
"That prayer was not meant for a soul like yours" the judge snarled.
Suddenly a large flaming serpent leapt from the hole and wrapped its massive jowls around his waist. It pulled Peter into the blazing river below.
I could not stop staring until my attention was turned to the Rastafarian and the waiter that approached my table.
"Follow me please?" The waiter asked kindly.
My heart started pounding, I couldn't think, I couldn't speak. What just happened? Where am I going? I had so many questions. I took Rob's hand and began to follow the waiter.
Then I fainted.
User Reviews
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-02-01 09:10:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This is great.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-11-10 18:16:29 EST (#)
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Hopefully I will be able to get some quiet time alone to work on this some more. My problem is I haven't had any strange nightmarish dreams to inspire the third installment yet.
Submitted by MyTeeOne (user info) at 2005-11-10 17:42:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Please tell me there is more coming
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-10-06 20:55:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-10-05 23:57:24 (#)
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Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-10-05 19:39:33 (#)
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YOU FLIRT!
By the way I cannot find your email address. I need it... so you can stalk me remember?
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Who me? ahumblefool.at.yahoo.com, (getting my stalking gear out of the closet.) I made a few calls today as well. See what happens.
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See, I am already stalking, like corn. Just incase you did not see my email on the other post.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-09-30 15:15:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
There = location, or place.
Their = belonging to a person.
They're = they are.
See, now you have a quick reference guide. Their you go.
I know what you're saying about the surprising/interesting thing, but I just didn't like the line.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-09-30 14:40:13 EDT (#)
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"Surprising, but interesting none the less." It seems that if something is surprising in that context, it's probably interesting as well...the sentence seemed redundant to me.
Otherwise, I liked it. Interested to find out why Heather's vision was of a hellish courtroom, and why that businessman though that his judgement would take place on a jamaican beach.
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I don't want to explain anything because I may give something away. You will have to wait. However, things can be surprising and not interesting at the same time. For example: If I received a letter from the IRS claiming that I owe 2 million dollars in back taxes I would be surprised, but would I be interested in finding out why I received the letter. Hell no! I'd move to Canada. See how my twisted mind works.
We've already had the there/their conversation.....I suck, nuff said.
Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2005-09-30 14:27:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
cool, cool...
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2005-09-30 14:08:03 EDT (#)
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Pretty good, Peon! I actually forgot about this whole thing, it's been a long time since part 1. A couple of technical errors, but nothing major. For example, there instead of their, and a missed set of quotation marks, etc. Oh, I didn't like this line:
"Surprising, but interesting none the less." It seems that if something is surprising in that context, it's probably interesting as well...the sentence seemed redundant to me.
Otherwise, I liked it. Interested to find out why Heather's vision was of a hellish courtroom, and why that businessman though that his judgement would take place on a jamaican beach.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2005-09-30 11:33:44 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by icarus1987 (user info) at 2005-09-30 10:00:04 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice work.
Submitted by Brdn_Nkd (user info) at 2005-09-30 09:47:50 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Barnymeinhoff (user info) at 2005-09-30 05:20:26 EDT (#)
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Fucking kick ass.....or arse as we say in England...where the words come from.
Submitted by Saxon (user info) at 2005-09-30 03:14:04 EDT (#)
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Great Stuff. Enjoyable read.
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:43:06 EDT (#)
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I don't flirt I mearly think with my fingers...amongst other things.
Submitted by Whiplash (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:42:47 EDT (#)
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Submitted by trent_nz (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:17:58 (#)
Ranking: 2
wow your amazing i want to make whippie with you
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I take much offense to that comment, Thank you very much.
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:39:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ghey (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:35:09 (#)
Ranking: 2
Come on, you telling me angelic judges need glasses? Boy, if you need glasses in heaven I'm really gonna hate hell...
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It's probably as likely as being able to smoke weed.
Badass YOU ARE SUCH A FLIRT!!!
Submitted by badassmofo (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:36:52 EDT (#)
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I am in awe.
*grabs EZPASS*
*starts truck*
*heads for Betsy Ross*
I'll be right over.
Submitted by ghey (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:35:09 EDT (#)
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Come on, you telling me angelic judges need glasses? Boy, if you need glasses in heaven I'm really gonna hate hell...
Submitted by Professional_Peon (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:27:48 EDT (#)
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Submitted by trent_nz (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:17:58 (#)
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wow your amazing i want to make whippie with you
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Hmmmm okay, but just so you know, the picture above is of me before my morning coffee.
Submitted by trent_nz (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:17:58 EDT (#)
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wow your amazing i want to make whippie with you
Submitted by TweakinIan (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:09:31 EDT (#)
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WOW! Very well written!
But minus 1 point because I hate Christianity and the concept of Heaven and Hell.
Submitted by ahumblefool (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:05:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This is the first story I have read of yours, well done. Guess I better go back and catch some more :)
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:02:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-09-29 22:49:55 (#)
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awesome
Submitted by Sassmasterr (user info) at 2005-09-29 23:00:52 EDT (#)
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good shtuff
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2005-09-29 22:49:55 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome