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“I'm sorry, madam,” the man in the hospital scrubs said. “There's just nothing we can do for him at this point.”
The woman slumped into a chair and stared through the window. “Are you sure?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“Yes, ma'am. We're completely positive. I'm so sorry,” he repeated.
The woman sighed, not even knowing what to think.
“Would you like to see him?” the man in the scrubs asked.
The woman nodded and stood. The man led her down the hall of the hospital to her husband's room. He paused in front of the closed door.
“I think you should be warned that he's in really bad shape,” he cautioned her.
She took a few deep breaths. “It's okay. I'm ready.”
The woman stepped into the room, getting a full view of the man lying comatose on the bed, his head and body wrapped in bandages, the life support system beeping away. She sat down in a chair next to the bed and took her spouse's hand. Sadness filled her eyes as she rubbed the large bulge in her midsection. She had only five weeks to go.
And unless something drastic happened, their daughter would never get to meet her father.
“Why us?” the woman muttered, shaking her head. “Why him?”

22-Mar-2012 15:57:07

Yam42

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The man stepped into a pleasantly lit room with suits of armor standing against each of the green walls. A lone sofa sat against the far wall just to the left of the only other door. In it sat a smiling young man dressed in a black suit. He was deathly pale, yet handsome at the same time. He emanated an air of authority.
“Hello,” the young one greeted the man, never dropping his smile.
“W-where am I?” stuttered the man. “One minute I'm driving down the road, and the next, I'm here.”
The young man's smile broadened. “Ah, so many of them react that way,” he muttered to no one in particular. He stood, clearing his throat. “I suppose I should welcome you properly,” he said to the man. “Welcome to the Antechamber of Eternity.”
“The Auntie of what?” the man responded.
“You know, the Antechamber of Eternity. You'll deal with me before you proceed through that door,” the pale one forked a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the door behind him, “where you will be judged and escorted to your eternity.”
“Well, if I'm facing eternity, you must be–”
“Death. That's right,” the younger man completed the other's sentence, nodding to a shiny scythe leaning in the corner. “Although, I prefer 'Thanatos.' It sounds much more amiable.”
“But I'm not ready to die!” the man exclaimed.
The younger man rolled his eyes and sighed. “So few of them are,” he mumbled, shrugging off his topcoat. “Look,” he said pleasantly as he walked over and picked up the scythe, “we can do this the easy way. Just accept it; it won't hurt a bit.”
“No! I'm NOT dying today!” The man ran over and grabbed a sword from the grasp of a suit of armor.
The pale one sighed yet again. “Another one, eh? Fine.” He returned the scythe to the corner and retrieved a sword for himself. He took a few practice swings. "What is it you humans say? Oh, right: *en garde*.”

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Yam42

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They quickly closed the distance between them and immediately launched into a series of blows. Strike after strike was followed by parry after parry, interrupted every so often by a lightning-fast riposte or a surprise attack. The two men seemed to be evenly matched. Indeed, their fight could have lasted for all eternity had the younger one not landed a powerful blow to his guest's shin.
The man managed to drop to a crouch as the bone fractured. He stared up at his pale assailant.
“Now, you may drop your weapon. You've lost,” the pale man remarked, his eyes flaming with triumph.
“I won't quit," the other retorted. “I've got–”
“What?” the younger interrupted. “Too much to live for? Yeah, I hear that a lot.” He drew his pale face within inches of his guest's. "What are you thinking about right now? Your pregnant wife? I'm sure she'll never remarry; you can take some solace in knowing no one could ever take your spot in her heart,” he sneered. “Or are you thinking about your unborn daughter? Trust me, I've seen this enough to know that your wife will never be able to keep a handle on her if she starts acting out. I'm sure I'll claim your 'little girl' shortly after she begins abusing drugs to escape her teenage troubles. One overdose is all it takes.” He paused. His voice softened slightly. “Please, don't make this harder than it has to be. Give up now."
The pale man's eyes glistened coldly, digging into the other man's soul. Visions of the man's wife and daughter flashed into his mind. He thought for a minute; it was true: he *did* have too much to live for. Suddenly, waves of energy coursed through his body. He clawed his free hand and plunged his fingers into his adversary's eyes.
The young man howled and stepped back. “That's not-"
"What, fair?” his opponent growled, staggering to his feet. “We have a saying: 'life isn't fair.' I'm sure death is even less fair.” He raised his sword.

22-Mar-2012 16:00:04 - Last edited on 27-Apr-2012 03:42:20 by Yam42

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