Chapter 1: V1 C1: The Silent Station

Chapter 1 : The Silent Station

 

What happens after death?

One of the many questions humans can never give a proper answer for.

Because to answer this question one must first experience death and then somehow return to tell the tale.

Since no one can do such an impossible task, people have always only imagined or formed theories to answer this question.

One of the most famous ways to describe afterlife would be Heaven and Hell. If you are a good person, you go to Heaven. If you're a bad person, you end up in hell. Simple as that.

By that logic, Hell must be the most crowded place in the universe since he could count on one hand the number of people that were truly good when he was alive.

-The train hasn't arrived.

His favorite theory was theory was that how afterlife varied from person to person. Because looking at where he was, he was sure Hell wasn't this empty and Heaven didn't look anything like this place.

Two platforms void of people, separated by railroad tracks in between that came out of a dark tunnel and went into another, stretching endlessly on either side. The station was covered in darkness, barely illuminated by the two lamps hanging from the ceiling over the benches present on either platform.

Seated on one of them was a boy. Black hair and eyes and a rather effeminate face. In the dark and gloomy station, he didn't look even slightly out of place.

The station wasn't how he imagined afterlife to be but then again he had never really thought about what happens after death. While he had thought many times about ending it all, he never thought it would happen. A day just like any other- wake up, get ready, go to school and then....huh.

He couldn't remember what happened after his school got over.

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Sitting here, in this maddening silence, was slowly driving him insane. His own voice betrayed him, inflicting further pain, telling him the truth he didn't want to accept.

-An ending wait for a train that will never arrive.

Suddenly, black flames consumed him. Up till then his pain had been psychological, but now he felt pain so intense he couldn't even scream. It was as if the flames were trying to destroy his existence itself.

The last thing he saw before everything turned black was a smile so twisted, it couldn't have belonged to a human.

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Everything was covered in darkness. Suddenly a tiny dot of light appeared. Slowly it expanded and soon covered everything. Then it disappeared.

He found himself in an dark alley. The moon was shining brightly above. As a cold breeze hit him, so did realization. 

I am alive.

A small spark of happiness formed inside him as he could feel his body again. Though the spark will would soon disappear as he realized he was wet all over and when he looked at his hand, his voice got stuck in his throat.

His hand, along with the rest of him was covered in a red liquid, the source of which was a pile of corpses that lay on the floor around him, all brutally ripped apart.

One had it's heart missing while another had it's intestines out for display. Blood flowed out of the bodies and formed a pool on the floor. Standing on this pool of blood and finally noticing the odd metallic taste along with a few pieces of what felt like meat in his mouth, realization struck and the voice which was stuck was finally let out.

The silence of the night was broken by a blood-curdling scream.