Bloodbrothers

I was sinking underneath the bottomless pit of an ocean with my eyes shut close as if I was in a dead sleep, hearing nothing but the dark blue cries of the sea. The sound of sadness…I heard the voice of a thousand whispers and the thoughts of innocents who died at sea, their souls drift by as I sink deeper and deeper into their sorrows. Death was only the beginning to their pain and soon to be mines. I couldn’t remember how I got here or what I’ve done to be here in the first place. I didn’t know if I was dead or alive, I didn’t know what to think. I just wish this wasn’t my fate, to be here under water around things I can hear but not see….I couldn’t see at all, everything was dark, pitch black. I was so deep into darkness that I couldn’t find light.

Hearing the voices of the dead, feeling the cold icy water, and imaging the thought of no tomorrow gave me the idea of where I could be going. I pray that my soul gotten lost in a place it shouldn’t be. I was so afraid of not knowing what’s going to happen to me, if my soul was going to Heaven or Hell…if there was such a place where your spirit goes after you die, in my case I hope there is. I didn’t want to image my body sinking here forever. I at least want to know my faith, whatever it may be.

I waited with my eyes close tight hoping to find out….And with just my luck of hope I opened my eyes to find a ray of light shinning form above and heard a familiar voice call out my name……Neil. Has Death finally come for me? If so let it be. I welcome Death with open arms and in hope it will guide me to my final destination. Neil….I heard the voice call out my name once more. I turn my head and tried to listen where the voice was coming from, but I couldn’t tell. The sound of the other souls kept screaming out in so much sorrow….but I continue to listen. I look down below me and seen a giant flat rock half buried in the ground, It was the sizes of a dinner table. I was sinking towards it and the closer I got the farther away the voices sound. I landed feet first on top of it and I couldn’t hear the souls anymore all I can hear is….Neil….that voice, the sound of that voice that kept calling my name.

Then it got quite, I didn’t hear it again. I look up at the light that was still shining above me thinking to myself. If this is hell then I must be really lucky….or not. I felt wind blowing from right in front of me and I can tell that something was about to happen, but then it stop…….Neil….what THE HELL DO YOUWANT!!!! I replied in anger. It didn’t say anything back. I don’t know what kind of game this is but it’s really starting to piss me off. I step off the rock and move closer to the darkness to find what’s hiding in the shadow. Then I notices two golden eyes…with wings of fire. The voice that was calling me was not human nor demon. The beast step of the shadows and stood in front of me looking down with its viscous eyes, flaming wings, and a body of fire. A bird? I thought to myself. A phoenix!!!! Underwater!? More and more thought ran through my head. (Why is a bird under water? How can I breathe under water? And move!? Why am I not r…) I ran away from the light, from the beast, and into darkness. I ran the far and so long that I had to take a rest. This isn’t hell, this is madness! And I realized I just ran into darkness, not knowing where I’m going or how I got here and stuck here with a giant bird that can talk and knows my name. The thought of it made me laugh but it didn’t last long. I felt a warm and fuzzy object on my neck, so I pulled it off and it lit up in my face like a light bolt. Then I looked up and seen a thousands of fire golden feathers rain above me, and the Phoenix ready to land….on me! I tried to run but my body wouldn’t move. I looked up in fear into Phoenix eyes as it was about to crush me. But then I heard that voice again…Neil…Then I woke up. I open my eyes and realized I was in bed, my body burning up and my head sweaty. I close my eyes and wipe my face. Thank God lol just a dream…

And this is how my story starts……..I’m about to tell you a story about a hero. About all heroes and why they are cursed. When you hear the word hero you think of a cool, strong, tuff guy who always gets the girl, or the one who is a loser who becomes cool. But no, the kind of hero I’m talking about are the one with a dark past or with a dark future that can cost him his life. Because being a hero is about making difficult decisions, being the bad guy, making a choice between what’s right and what’s important. It’s about becoming a ledge or just another ghost in the shadow. And no matter where you go and every breath you take your life is on the line. My name is Neil…and this is my curse.