Your Lucky Day in
Hell
Draft_2
Part 4
By: Chase L. Currie
“Hades ---” Paige said moving to touch him, but he wouldn’t
allow her to feel his warmth anymore. She lowered her hand closing the door
wondering if he regretted to bring her
back or did he want to hurt her in the ways he said he never would. She didn’t
know. She would never know at that
moment. She walked the halls of the dead forest letting all the tears flow
freely.
She
stopped at the door leading to the other
side, to the outside, and stepping into the mist of the underworld to be lost forever.
The
mist illuminated by unseen moon welcome her into itself. It opens a little with
every step she took and closed behind her as if it was too afraid to touch her.
After she walked a few yards, maybe, a hundred yards, the mist started to kiss
and pet against her skin like a lost cat begging for some attention. A lost cat
she quickly realized she was in the thick mist.
She had
no idea where she was going or what was around the next bend in the sea of white.
Her heart started to race screaming to get back to the house where it was safe.
All the memory of being lost in the woods one night after her father got to
drunk flooded her mind. She wanted to be free from the idea. She didn’t want to
relive the event again. It was terrifying, guess it is good to know somethings
don’t change.
Paige
started yelling for help. She yelled for anyone to show up. “Anyone?” She cried
hearing her voice reverberate back to her. “Please, anyone?”
It was
as if the angels and God answered her cries by letting a tiny light blinked to
life. The burning light dance for her waving at her to follow and she did as it
beckons to her. The light was tiny light
a candle sat at the end of a tunnel and the closer she got it, the farther it seems to be from her. She ran
for a while until her legs became sore. She stopped resting for a moment and
then started to walk again.
It was
taking her hours to reach the light. Why hasn’t the sun come up? Did the sun
every rise here? A voice far back in the past whispered up to her thought a string attached to cans and said, “No, there is
no sun. You are the only light here.”
She
shook her head, not her, Persephone, was the only light in the depths of the
underworld. Except for the fire she was
seeing before her. Something was burning
filling the mist with the hint of smoke. She could taste the smoke and smell it
dust her clothes.
The
light was burning from a campfire at the
top of a small hill. The back of the hill was laid
with stones where one could easily rest while the other side had tree stumps
and breached it but left a view into the
endless hills. If the hills were there be on the mist, but she couldn’t tell.
She
stepped onto the hill seeing a long,
lanky man hutch over the fire pit. Something long and dark flow from his backs
and for a moment Paige thought she saw horns coming from his head. He huffed
and puffed into the small fire trying to bring it to life but with each breathes killing the light more.
“You’re
going to blow it out,” Paige said to the man.
He
glanced over his shoulder with friendly eyes jumping to his feet. His face was
long like his body, and his smile was big,
and to her
amazement, horns were coming from his head. The dark cloth over his back flew
out into wings at his enjoyment of seeing her. He dashed over to her hugging
her hard and saying, “You are back. You finally came home, that old S.O.B went
up there and got you. I’m so bloody happy.
You know how long I have been trying to start this fire? Lifetimes, whole lifetimes.”
“I’m
sorry,” Paige said her arms unable to hug him back. “Do I know you?”
“Ah
shit,” the man said letting go and stepping away. He walked around the pit. “He
didn’t give you your memory back.” He stopped looking at her. “Maybe, that’s
because he doesn’t have it. It would make more sense why he didn’t get you
sooner. Maybe, my asshole brother has it, but I doubt it.”
“What?
Who are you?”
“Right,
right,” he had said shaking his head, “I am Thanatos.” He smiled back as if the
name should mean something.” What do they teach you, kids, now and days? I am
the embodiment of Death, and my brother
is Hypnos the embodiment of Sleep. Our mother is Nyx, the Goddess of the Night,
and the embodiment of the Night. She is so feared that even Zeus stay away from
her.”
Paige
stared at him lost.
“This
means nothing to you, huh?” Thanatos asked.
“Not a
thing,” she said.
“Well,”
he shrugged, “we are friends, and you
used to lite this fire for me so that we
could chill for a bit. Want to give it a try now?”
“Sure,”
Paige said.
She
wasn’t sure at first what to do, she didn’t have anything to start to fire with, but something tapped on her mind
telling her to touch the log. It was as if someone else had open the door to
the back of her head and placed the idea
into her mind. She bends down doing as the idea ordered watching the log roll
over into a wave of flames. The fire jumped from the log she touched onto the
next followed by the one after that quickly turning the pit into a raging fire.
“You
always did make it look easy,” Thanatos said smiling at the mist around them.
Paige
looked to pass the bright lite to a world
of green and light, trees waved to her in the wind and hills rolled passed her
in the cool summer day. She saw deer and foxes rush by her view fading into the
forests around the hills. The songs of birds rejoice in the heat of the day, and all was good.
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