Gulliver City – Street AE – Elderly House
"You still not done with that guy!" Ronald, the ex captain — Ross's killer — intruded. He had just descended the stairs from the bathroom upstairs, arriving in the receptionist area where Ross saw his demise.
All of the other mercenaries had gone outside, back in their old-people form, trying their best not to incite suspicion.
"You think removing a bullet from someone's body is an easy job? Besides, his skin is weirdly thick!" Brenda replied, her voice muffled by the surgical mask she wore.
In her hands were scalpels, covered in Ross's blood from his open chest — the exact place the bullet had pierced earlier.
The corpse lay on a rolling bed, the kind you'd find in a hospital. Long but easy to move around with.
Near her, Orvoy sat on the waiting chairs, eating flies with a large chunk of chicken. Unaffected by the gruesome view, she seemed used to it all — the blood, the piercing, everything.
It was standard protocol: if a person came in searching for information and later got shot, they needed to remove the bullet strategically, so it could later be sold as an "accidental injury." But in cases where poison was used to suck the life out of the individual, they pumped in an antidote — antitoxins that flushed the poison from their bloodstream. All the effort for one purpose — to keep their actions hidden.
"If I'm being honest, I never thought he'd be the one to come!" Ronald said, sitting down on an empty chair, inviting conversation about what had just transpired.
"What do you mean?" Orvoy asked, her eating habits continuing as if nothing had happened.
"I thought Marie would be the one to come. She shows more guts — and there's nothing that interests me more than a woman with guts!"
Brenda turned her head, her eyes judging, her gaze calling him out for the pervert he was.
"You just wanted to have sex with her," she muttered, her voice still muffled by the mask.
"Who could blame him?" Orvoy chimed in.
"Anyone with good taste would see that the girl's got a good rack!" she said, unbothered by her own words. In her voice was a tone of crude admiration.
Clack!
A scalpel broke in Brenda's hand.
"Fuck!"
She muttered in frustration, veins bulging on her neck like a competitor in a weightlifting match.
Phu!
She punched Ross's corpse, venting her brown, boiling anger on the lifeless body of the handsome man.
Everyone's eyes turned toward the infuriated Brenda. She threw the broken scalpels away, clenched her veiny fists —
then
swiftly started punching the corpse like a human punching bag.
Phu! Phu! Phu! Phu!
She punched repeatedly.
"Why is your skin so fucking hard!"
She shouted, unleashing her rage on Ross.
Her two partners froze, watching her in silence.
Phu! Phu! Phu!
The sound continued to echo, reaching outside in faint, distant thuds.
"What's that sound?" an old man asked, alarmed, as he sat outside playing checkers with his friend.
"No need to bother yourself — has to be Brenda, she is angry again," his friend replied, moving a piece on the board, unbothered.
Phu! Phu! Phu! Phu!
She continued punching Ross, with no intention of stopping.
.....
While Brenda was punching Ross, something unordinary was happening in an unknown location.
It was a dark surrounding, with a subtle blue light — the kind you'd see in a movie.
Ross stood, eyes closed, on a tall ascending staircase made of diamond — shiny, bright, reflecting the blue light whose source was unknown.
Tall trees with black leaves grew parallel on both sides of the staircase, like light poles on a road, continuing into the distance where the end wasn't visible.
Ding!
A loud sound echoed, resilient and haunting. The leaves from the trees began to fall — little by little they floated midair, but when they touched the ground, they disintegrated turning into blood.
Yet Ross's eyes remained closed.
Ding!
It came again — louder this time — and more leaves fell randomly, scattering across the ground, though the white, pure stairs remained untouched.
Ding!
Once more, louder still. The trees were shedding faster now, in great numbers, but no matter how much fell, the leaves didn't seem to lessen.
Then —
A voice. A girl's voice — gentle, the way a version would whisper near your ear, yet filled with bloodlust. Its source was unknown, just like the light.
"I finally have a reason to kill you," it muttered.
Boom!
A loud wave of air erupted in a circular motion, blowing all the leaves away.
"Ah!"
He gasped, his chest expanding and contracting like a balloon.
Ross's eyes shot open instantly — as if something had forced them. They were covered in blood, dripping slowly like water from a tap.
"Am I still alive?" he wondered aloud.
"He shot me… Ronald!" he thought, the memory flashing through his mind — Ronald holding the gun, aiming directly at him, then shooting without hesitation.
Pow!
The loud sound again. The pain that followed, twisting in his chest. Then darkness.
And then —
darkness came pouring down all at once, like rain, swallowing everything.
"Wait… what's happening? Where am I!"
His vision was gone, nothing but consuming blackness.
Then —
a voice. Loud. Commanding. Each word trembling through the world.
"Let there be light!"
Ding!
All the darkness vanished completely, leaving behind a sand screen in front of him, stretching from top to bottom.
He was now in an empty castle — its walls golden, decorated with diamonds. The floor was covered in flowers — everywhere you stepped, you stepped on one.
In the middle of it all stood Ross, eyes wide open.
He was shocked to his core. Whether he was in hell or heaven, he couldn't tell. But considering what he'd just gone through, the idea of hell seemed much more likely.
He turned his head, scanning the surroundings.
A chill echoed in his heart — the instinct that someone was watching him. He wasn't alone.
Ding!!
The sound came again — this time from the ground.
His fingers began to shake, his hair stood on end.
He felt something brush against his foot — something with a body.
He looked down — and there it was.
Human bodies. All over the ground.Piling on each other like fish In a net.
"Fuck!" he screamed, stumbling back, only to step on more corpses. The ground had completely transformed — where flowers once were, now lay human bodies, piled on top of each other.
Thats when he realized, wherever he was… it wasn't a good place.