Death Is The Only Escape Novels & Stories

“That I’m the devourer. That I’m death itself, dressed up like a girl.” I let the silence linger. She needs it. The storm fills the space with thunder, rattling the glass behind her. Finally, I lean closer, until my breath ghosts her ear. “Death is not always destruction, dove. Sometimes, death is release. Sometimes, it’s mercy.” Her body stiffens. I can feel her heart hammering, the pulse in her throat begging for teeth, for shadow, for something unholy. “You don’t believe that,” she whispers.

"What makes you say that?" "You didn't freeze when we pointed weapons at you," she said, smiling faintly. "You didn't beg, either. You just stood there like you'd already made peace with dying." I stared into the water. "Maybe I had, didn't seem like there was much to live for." Mary's hand brushed mine gentle, maternal. "Don't you dare give up now. The world may be ending, but God didn't bring us this far to quit halfway through." I wanted to believe her, I really did, but when I looked out the window at the dark horizon, at the rift pulsing faintly above the ruins, something in my chest whispered otherwise. God wasn't the one watching me, something else was.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

"Humph! We're all dead. What's there to hold back? In other words, we don't have the capital to hold back at all! It's just that this kid's luck is not bad, and he would rather die than submit. We found him some opportunities, but it doesn't matter. So what? In the end, he can't escape death!" "Yes, yes, yes! He can't escape death! Who does he think he is? Does he really think he doesn't have to die? He's just struggling at death's door! The Human Race is such a boring race! I've dealt with them many times when I was alive. They're all like this. Damn them!"

I felt so defeated with my heart in so much anguish as I finally let out all the feelings I had been holding out inside. I felt like suffocating as my own feelings drowned me. Death was my only escape. I thought with tears running down my face. It’s not as if I would be missed by anyone. No one cared, I was just a mistake brought into this world with no use. I wiped away my tears calmly knowing that this depressing life of mine was soon going to end.

Who knows, surely it can be. Cornered. Yes they are. His knuckles turned white of his strong gripped. All those running they did. All those escaping they've done. All those painful and excruciating days of saving their lives point only to one end. Death! And here they are facing the door of hell. Nervous? Nah, disappointed maybe. Disappointed for the chase didn't take longer time. He's not afraid of death. Actually he's been dreading of it. There's no one left for him. All he valued most already gone. Nothing left. Just their lifeless remains.

Thing that caused Death Compiler to rage. "What escaped? How did she escape? And why did she do that? I thought she wanted to die so she committed suicide and broke my list! Now she merged with the others? Humans are so demented! " In her anger the whole room really shook as if things will not last long from the very strong presence of the Death Compiler.

It should be me, not Sebastian. I have always feared death, acting brave when I have to. Death is final, permanent, endless, an intense escape from life itself. I should be dead. How do I keep escaping it? How do I race death and beat it to the finish line? I should feel an adrenaline rush from this, but I only feel like a cheater. The water reaches my lips, and I feel myself sinking faster than before.

On another note, she didn't want him to touch her, as she was still struggling with putting her feelings to sleep, magically. He chuckled out at her angry expressions, like it was nothing serious. “ In our world, only Death is true Freedom. ” He deadpanned, as he stopped laughing and his expressions turned serious. “ Even if you hide far - far away, you will be found out and brought right back here so if you want freedom... ” He stepped back and Ana released the breath she was holding inside. Death was freedom for him? Ana wanted to hit him, but she hated that she was still unable to do it.

Death seems to be the only way out. My dark and gloomy thoughts consume me as I patiently wait for lunch time. And at the same time, I can't help but wonder if I will ever be able to escape from this nightmare or if, instead, if I don't die now, this will be my eternal prison, or my new grave, and Wolfgang would be the one to kill me. ***