I left the alley, almost.
I turned and saw the man.
He ran from the police and got away.
He was horrified for what he did.
He felt terror and anguish everyday.
Thanks to me. I followed him every day.
Making him run to the bottle for help.
It was marvelous.
He was terrified every second of every day, bleeding fear as he found a woman to mate with.
They mated and married.
They had a son, then a daughter.
The man didn't like either.
He thought they caused his fear and anguish.
Thanks to me.
He became angry and abusive.
Everyone but him went to sleep with a black eye or worse almost every day.
His wife ran away.
He ran to her.
He begged forgiveness.
She was stupid like all humans.
She said yes.
She came back and had a son nine months later.
The boy who would run to me and hug me.
The man forced his family to abuse him.
He needed to force them all down.
He was strong, they weren't.
His wife could run away, he locked the door and held the shotgun in his hands.
Years went by, his son began to hate him more and more. The man put out his cigars out on the boys arms as a child.
It taught him to do what he is told.
The man got older, he wanted to relive that night of murder.
He forced his wife to convince strangers to come to their house.
He would greet them with smiles and handshakes.
Then he would scare them by laughing at his son infront of them.
He would then hand them all a drink.
He would lead the group outside.
They would drink, and feel sleepy.
And fall asleep.
All within seconds.
He would bury them in the backyard.
He would sit out their during the day and hear their screams.
He beat anyone who tried to go outside.
Ever.
Unless his wife was getting new victims.
One day, the man got the shotgun.
He went outside and shot all the people still alive. Their blood seeped Into the soil and made it crimson red.
A few days later, the man had just had his wife bring him new victims , and asked his son to come to him. It took the boy a long time to come out. But when he did, he had the shotgun.
The man became a coward and begged for his life.
The boy didn't care and ended his life.
I had liked him a lot.
Before he died.
He would cause people terror and fear on a day to day basis.
Amazing.
And he didn't know about his son, and his dreams.
Maybe he wasn't that good.
When he saw me, he stopped cowaring. He looked at me, and the abyss.
He wanted to stay for a second and see his son.
I let him.
He watched his wife, son, and daughter, die in terror.
And he laughed.
He crossed the line.
When his son hugged me , he cursed at me.
He yelled and raged.
I didn't send him into the abyss.
He had no limit.
Everyone had a limit.
I have a limit.
He didn't.
He didn't go Into the abyss.
He went into space.
For the rest of eternity, he would aimlessly search the universe looking for nothing.
It's what he deserved.
No one wanted him in the abyss.
The abyss was a place of rest and peace.
He was chaos and destruction.
That's why he was sent to space.
-Death
