The following story is not a fan fic, it's a short story of my own work. It's been in the works for the past month and after some help on revamping it it's fish. All I can say is enjoy and leave more in your comments then "it's good" or "it sucks!" I can say I've never gotten that second comment but for the most part I haven't gotten much more back then a phrase of that size.


It was the coldest day of the year. A fresh layer of snow had just fallen, and the pond at the park's middle had frozen over only hours earlier. Inside a trailer, east of the park entrance, was the lovely Elisabeth Rose. Her hair was like blood flowing from an open wound, her eyes resembled the dark green glow of a digital clock illuminating in the night, and eyeliner wrapped around her eyelids. Seven months earlier, she had been chosen for the leading role in a romance film. Exposure like that could make her career, but sadly, when fate plays its hand, anyone's life could be torn to pieces in its wake.
Two weeks earlier her soon to be husband, Vincent, was charged with the murder of his brother Gordon, and the death penalty seemed inevitable. Two days ago, while visiting Vincent, he gave her a note. On the wrinkled piece of paper it read, "I don’t know how much time I have left, but we both know what the future holds for me. After I'm condemned I'm going to take my own life, and I hope wherever I go you'll be there waiting for me." It was obvious to her what the note meant.
Back to present day, Elisabeth sits in her trailer with her mind racing as snow covers the city.
“Miss Elisabeth! Miss Elisabeth! I got what you asked for!”
Inside the trailer came a snow covered man. His name was Eric and he was the prop director for the film. He wore a thick pair of glasses, his eyes dark brown, and a worn out Mets hat on his head. “Man, is it ever cold out there, I swear it’s the worst storm yet."
"You said you had something for me?” Elisabeth said in a low voice.
"Oh, yes, of course." The man pulled a small brown bag from his backpack and handed it to the woman. "So what are you going to use it for?"
"Oh, well, um," she stammered "some college friends of mine are working on a movie and need it for a scene."
"Ah yes, nothing better then the real thing. Well I got to go, you stay warm and be careful with that thing."
"I will Eric, goodnight."
The snow-covered man once again made his way through the snow, disappearing into the night. Elisabeth took the bag and placed it on her coffee table. She lay down on her couch and looked through the window into the night.
“Everything was going so well,” she thought to herself; “You and I were going to have a perfect life together, but now everything is changed. It’s been ruined by your selfish actions and, because of it I may never know love again. But I guess everything could be perfect again if I… oh God, I don’t know what to do…”
She clutched a necklace she wore; it was a small bronze cross with a barbwire made of steel wrapped around it.
It was about two years ago. Vincent had just come back from a two-week trip to Canada. He was going there for work purposes but disappeared two days into the trip. When he entered the door Elisabeth lashed out at him. The couple argued for minutes on end.
"Why won't you tell me what happened to you? Can't you see I worry about you?" She screamed.
"Brother Bobby told me..."
"Shut up! Just shut up! It's like I you're not even the same person. Do you even love me anymore?"
"Maybe I should ask myself the same question." Vincent pulled out a cigarette and stepped out of the room.
Back to the present, the snow started to fall harder and the wind also began to blow harder. The clock had just struck twelve, and the woman rose to her feet. She reached for the bag and pulled out a small handgun. The woman took the gun and put it up to her neck. She pulled the trigger and felt a piercing pain. She fell to the ground. Everything went black.
"Ugh my head, it feels like the room is spinning. Wait a minute, where am I, what's going on? Oh now remember, I was in my trailer when... oh right... but does that mean that I'm... dead?" Water ran down her body as Elisabeth opened her eyes to a dark blur. As her vision slowly returned, her eyes began to wander. The ground was littered with pebbles and a calm wind blew over her face. The interior was that of a cave and the only light came from a distant source.
"Where... where am I?" She struggled a bit but couldn't get to her feet. "What's going on? How did I get here?"
A shadowy figure appeared over her head. He wore a black hood that went over his eyes. His nose was beaked, and his face was narrow. "It's a shame, you had so much potential and yet you threw it all away," said the cloaked figure. "You're probably wondering why you're here, correct? Well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Virgil, but you may know me better as the reaper."
A chill went down her back as the cloaked figure grinned menacingly overhead. "Now allow me to explain the problem at hand. I'm sure it's safe to assume you know of your recent demise? Well, there's a problem. See, it's wasn't you’re time to go yet. But because of your decisions you've left me in a bit of a bind." The cloaked figure stepped out of view and said "There's no place for you in Heaven and no reason for Hell, so I'll just let the stream carry you away."
"What does that mean?" Elisabeth thought to herself.
The water began to rise.
"Just so it doesn't surprise you,” the cloaked figure said. "This is what you can expect. First your sight goes, then your hearing, and then not long after that you lose all sense of feeling to the point where all you have left is your mind. You'll be completely alone in the darkness, but it doesn't end there. After enough time your mind collapses and then well... you're no concern of mine.
"No, I don't want to be alone," the women yelled in her head "I don't want to be alone!" But no words escaped her lips.
The ground vanished from under her, and she began to sink into the darkness. Darkness spilled over her eyelids as she sank deeper and deeper.
She heard a beep. It started out faint but with each second it grew stronger. She opened her eyes. She was in her trailer, and her alarm had just gone off. She glanced at the floor and there it was: the gun from the night before. She picked it up and stared at it for a minute or two.
"Huh," the she said to herself "should have known it wasn't loaded"