My life ended on June 3rd, Friday afternoon. My town always had problems with gang violence, whether it be victims strung from trees, or laying at your doorstep, you never knew what was going to happen next. Often children of important people were kidnapped and trafficked, or worse. But that wasn't my case. I would rather have been trafficked than what actually happened.
I was leaving school on that day, speaking with friends while walking. I kept slightly looking over my shoulder to see a black car following slowly, something not uncommon in this place. I thought nothing of it until I was entering my neighborhood and was still being followed. Something was off. I stopped at the crosswalk near the street before mine, and they got out of the car. Men in suits, with guns. Submachine guns. I started running without the walk signal appearing, almost getting nailed by a car. They got back in the car to chase me more effectively but they didn't know this place like I did. There was a dead-end alleyway that I had scaled numerous times in the past. I jumped onto the railing on the side steps and threw my bag over. I climbed over like I always did, and waited at the top to make sure they saw me. I waved and rolled over. I timed my landing wrong and landed on my side. My shoulder felt out of place, but I was alive. For now. I ran until I got to my home. I used the spare key in the hanging basket and made sure to not leave it outside again. I entered the house and immediately got on my stomach to avoid being seen through the windows. I crawled to the kitchen and stood up when I knew I was out of sight. Then I saw blood on the floor.
My mother, father, and sister lay dead on the floor. Countless bullet holes leaking blood from their chests. Jesus Christ. They had already been here. I had to bite my sleeve to stop myself from screaming. Tears began, but I had no time to cry. I ran to the steps leading upstairs, but it was too late. The glass of my front door shattered, and they came inside the house. Sunglasses, slicked-back hair, and pinstripe suits. Four men, four Uzis pointed at me. I ran up the stairs, hearing the suppressed barrels fire into the wood. The house lit up with gunfire, and I ran like hell. I got into my room, grabbed my hunting knife from inside my bedframe, and got under it. I waited silently, without breathing, for them to come. Quiet footsteps approached the door, and I waited until I saw the shoes in front of my bed. I aimed the knife and plunged it into the leg. No cry of pain, just a fire of bullets as he reacted by putting pressure on the trigger without meaning to. One of them fell to the floor, having been shot by his associate. I dived out and ran from under the bed, hearing more shots as I ran down the hallway. I wasn't quick enough though. I was shot in the leg before reaching the stairs. I hit the ground hard, and frantically crawled to the top of the staircase. I let myself slide down them, not caring if I got hurt. I hit the bottom and used the railing to pull myself up. Thinking I had got away for a few seconds, I was proven wrong. about ten feet away from me stood a man, dressed slightly better than the rest, and four other men with guns. I stood there, staring, and then he put his hand forward. Guns were aimed, and bullets flew. The house was once again lightened up with flashes from the barrel, and I was hit in the chest repeatedly until I was knocked into a sitting position. How I was still alive, I did not know. Barely alive. The man in the center raised his hand again, and they ceased fire. He walked over to me and bent down.
"Most of them die after the first bullet," He said. "You, on the other hand, were strong. I admire that."
Then he produced a revolver pistol from his coat and put one in me right between the eyes. The last thing I thought of before being murdered was her. Just her.
When I entered the realm of the unknown, I lost everything. I gained so much, though. All the world's knowledge was at my fingertips. I reached my hand out to touch the heavens and let myself be carried by the winds of the earth. I was shown the end of time and the beginning. I was shown hell in its true form, and couldn't believe what I saw. But before I could take it in I was cast into an endless dark abyss. Almost like I was floating in an ocean, I was unable to move. Then I heard a voice, coming from somewhere in the darkness.
"Isaac. Isaac Creed," It said. A bright red light appeared in front of me. The light came into focus, and a beautiful girl stood in front of me. She had almost that of a bathing suit on, which was solid red like her hair and eyes. She had pure, white skin, which seemed to shine with the rest of her. She embraced me into her, I felt her soft breasts against my face, and she spoke to me again. "I am Arayama. I have for you one thing. A second chance. Spend this life with me, as I will guide you to greatness, and one day to revenge. You were cruelly taken out of this world, and this is your beginning."
She held my face with her soft hands and brought me close to hers. She kissed me on my lips, still embracing me. I was nude and could feel every inch of her skin on my body. Her skin was soft, like the fabric of silk clothes. She pulled away, licking her lips, and spoke again.
"Let me show you everything."