Death Is The Only Escape Novels & Stories

“No one dies fast, pal. Not in this world. You’ll die slowly, begging for it to end.” He gasped, his chest heaving up and down. But he didn’t fight. I stepped back, brushing down my sleeves. “You have a choice,” I continued, my voice steady again. "Disappear forever. Stay silent. Or be pulled so deep into this world that death is the only escape.” His adam's apple bobbed, his eyes flickering to the door, then back to me. He understood now. There was no escape. I rifled in my coat and withdrew a sealed folder, and tossed it on the table between us.

Just the two of us. You know we can't. My hand tightened around the wolfsbane bottle. The system will erase me if I don't complete the mission. Death is the only escape now. Snow fell silent. But I felt her sorrow. Deep and endless, like a river flooding my chest. I looked up at the endless blue sky. Was I doomed from the start just because I was born as a supporting character? No point in staying. I closed my eyes and stepped off the cliff. A sharp snarl. Then a furious male voice.

“Can’t touch you, can’t be with you physically, but I’m aware, I’m present in death itself. When you die eventually, I’ll be here to guide you through.” It’s beautiful and tragic and exactly the kind of sacrifice Alistair would make. Original Death is satisfied. “The exploit is closed,” it announces. “Negotiable death is functional again. Death refugees will return to proper endings now that absolute death is proven absolute. Crisis resolved.” I’m holding Alistair’s death-consciousness in eternal space and trying not to think about how he died to fix my design failures. Then something happens that makes everyone freeze. The gap tears open and someone enters who shouldn’t exist anymore.

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

"She's smarter than you ever gave her credit for. Smarter than you could ever understand." "The phone call." Understanding dawned in Damien's voice. "The references to places that didn't exist. The emphasis on isolation. Mountains. Catskills." He shook his head. "Clever girl. I underestimated you." "You always did." I forced the words out despite the arm crushing my windpipe. "That was your first mistake." "And my last." Something shifted in his voice. Something final. "Because we're all going to die here anyway, aren't we? There's no way out. No escape. We're trapped."

He replied to what Tina said. "And that devil must be beautiful," if looks can kill I am already died because of what he's doing. He just giving me a death glare but I only grinned. —🌸

He then suddenly started raising my body in the air, the heretic calmly said, "for someone who acts all sly all the time, you don't seem that impressive to me..." "Khhhh...let go!" I tried to speak. Suddenly being lifted in the air by the crazy bastard and having my internal organs churn form the kick, I struggled to speak as I swung my legs in the air. "It's useless..." he whispered. Firming his grip on my neck, the heretic looked at me in the eyes and spoke, “Your death is a just one of the casualty, don’t blame me but blame yourself for trying to escape mother nature’s cycle and embrace. Everything will return to ashes, souls will go back to God’s Kingdom.”

I nod approvingly. I mostly do want to get the fuck out of here, but my heart can’t leave until I know he’s dead. I sigh and strike a match, lighting the whole pack on fire and dropping it inside. His eyes go wide with the realization he’s about to really and truly die. That fear on his face is priceless to me. I never dreamed I’d get this chance. I’ve always assumed I’d be stuck with the memory of him attacking me and never have closure. The fear would plague me for the rest of my life, even now that I have a mate.

I face the front, kick the engine to life, and throttle it. Black smoke filled the atmosphere, covering the whole filling station. I took a glance at the side mirror, and I could see all the soldiers moving out in groups with their cars and bikes. Without wasting any more seconds, I put the car into gear, made a quick reverse, and steered straight towards the north. I am more than determined now, and nothing is going to stop me from escaping. I would rather keep running forever, or "UNTIL DEATH." T.B.C ©2021

"Escape all of this." It was eerily identical to a conversation we'd had before breaking up. "Why?" I croaked. Jay could go to Hell for all I cared. "Why do you need... an escape?" I didn't say that, because in the past, the conversation had centered around drugs, and I wasn't sure that's what this was about, in the movie, shit I needed to read the new changes if I was going to survive any of this. "Because sometimes it's better to feel nothing at all, than to feel all of it. I don't think..." She chewed on her thumbnail then shoved her hands into the sand. "I don't think I'm wired right."