I am a criminal. I did horrible things since my first year of middle school. My first 'crime' wasn't that serious, I only stole a bag of potato chips from a local convenience store. That is when I found out about the pleasure of committing crimes.
I began stealing things more regularly from stores, and by the time I finished the first year of middle school I became a semi-professional small-time thief.
The next year I started to become braver and started burglarizing homes of people and I was not too bad. I stole multiple valuable accessories, stashed monies, and even some drugs. That's when I started smoking cigarettes and kush, I took painkillers, and drank some codeine.
And I did these when I was 12, crazy, huh? And where were my parents? They were working. My family situation? We were an upper-class family, I didn't need to steal or anything, I just did it because it felt...good?
Anyway, the next year was when my sexual curiosity arose, and I wanted to try sex, I mean who wouldn't right? The problem was that I didn't have GF who I could do it with. And to my luck when I was burglarizing a home a woman in her mid-30s heard as I accidentally broke a vase, when she saw me she grabbed a kitchen knife and attacked me. I somehow managed to dodge her slash, grabbed her hand, and kneed in her stomach causing her to kneel on the floor.
I managed to knock her down because compared to an average 13-year old I was bigger, I was working out regularly just because I was expecting something like this to happen, though I was training self-defense or anything like that, and my reflex was above average since my birth, so it wasn't hard for me to dodge that slash.
So after TKO-ing the woman, who was a really beautiful widow, grabbed her by the collar of her pajama and took her to her bedroom. She instantly realized what I wanted to do to her, and started to beg me to let her go, she will not tell anyone what happened, she will not tell the police either, blah, blah, blah.
Of course, I was not gonna let her go. I took a pair of socks from her dresser, forced it into her mouth, and did the deed. Despite being a virgin, I must say so, I was really good. Though she was forced, she enjoyed it a LOT. I was quite pleased with myself. After that, I visited her regularly, because she asked...
And I did this till the second year of Highschool. Of course, I started to do more risky things like sell some of the drugs that I stole, not because I needed the cash, I did it because of the adrenaline and dopamine, it just causes intense feelings of pleasure. I love the feeling of it.
Skipping ahead I became a freelancer getaway driver for heists. I made a lot of money from it, of course, I couldn't spend a lot of it because of the authorities. It was a shame, really. By this time I was 30 years old. I had a family, and despite being a piece of shit, I decided to have one, I knew that one day I would die from these jobs, but that is what makes it fun, right? Anyway, I had a woman, who wasn't my wife just a bitch that loved my dick, who gave birth to 3 of my children. Though I was a horrible person, I loved my children, I mean who wouldn- Okay I know a few people , but that is not me.
A year later, on the job, escaping from the cops, my idiotic crewmate decided it was a good idea to shoot at the cops that were chasing us. They got their permission to shoot at us, they popped our car's tiers which caused us to ram into a nearby pole. Slightly dazed, I grabbed my M16, slowly I got out of the car, and started blasting bullets into the cop's car. I knew that I was going to die, I knew that I will not be able to see my children grow up, I could've just surrendered, but my pride as a successful criminal would just not let me do that. I heard sirens, reinforcement was coming, I braced myself as I was thinking...that I regret nothing. I loved robbing and taking drugs, that was the kind of life that I chose when I was 11! That was what I wanted, that's the way I wanted to see the lights go out.
When I began reloading my gun, the reinforcement arrived and they immediately got out of their car, and they started shooting at me. The crew member that was with me died from the crash. Anyway, before I could shoot as well, the hundreds of bullets reached me and blasted holes into my body. It tore apart my body, it hurt like hell. All I could do was just stand there, for some reason I didn't die immediately. I dropped to my knees and coughed up blood, a lot of it. I looked down at the ground, and I saw light. But of course not the divine, that protagonist characters would see. What I saw was fire, but it was for some reason beautiful, at least for me. My life suddenly flashed before my eyes, and I flashed a smile as I saw my childhood, I remembered how I started to what I became. I really made it.
My eyes became dead and with my last breath, I dropped dead on the hard concrete. I could see and feel my soul leaving my body. With a last look at the place where I have died, a descend to Hell. As soon as I entered the place, I could feel immense heat, if I was alive, then I would have died already in heat like this.
Suddenly my soul appears in front of a being. Looking at him I realize that is Hades. I wonder what he will do to me?
"I like you, my boy! Wanna be reincarnated?"
"...Huh?"