It seems like I'm going to die soon.
The point of view is from the hero.
I gained a life sentenced in prison, which was eventually changed to a death penality, after I killed my ex-girlfriend.
Yes, I killed a person actually not just one but several. She was just another victim.
Now I'm here being led through this huge corridor, smelling the hatred of everyone who has passed through here. It doesn't bother me much, after all, I don't feel anything about it myself.
" Hurry up, your time has come." The guard said mercilessly, he looked at me with contempt, after all he killed an innocent woman.
Who does this guard think he is? I could kill him too if he didn't have handcuffs up my ass.
"Here we are. Sit down. " The guard takes him inside the room and arranges the chair for the destination it will have.
" Any last words? " The inspector asks, his eyes were already tired from how many times he had done this job.
Words? Me? What could I say...
Apologies? No. She got what she deserved but why did she deserve it?
. . . .
It started when I met her in a bar, my life was boring as always. People bored me easily and I had no appreciation for them.
She came up to me and asked if I was single , really, she was very direct.
When I looked at her I felt a feeling I had never felt before, but to this day I don't know if I was able to express it. I felt relief, but not that something was wrong. Seriously, I think something started to go wrong at that moment.
After a while we started dating and living in the same house, but after spending time with her I saw her change. Until the time when tragedy struck.
I woke up the next morning with a pool of blood dripping down from beneath me beside her. Her body was cold, I couldn't feel her glow anymore.
After staying close to her for a while, I hid her in the backyard. It didn't take long for the police to find her body, after all, I didn't even worry about hiding her properly.
" You trash, you killed my daughter! You bum ! Why? My little... " Her mother screamed, screams that soon turned into sad tears.
I couldn't blame her for taking her anger out on me, after all I killed her daughter.
" Your sentence is life imprisonment. " The judge said.
And that's how I ended up here, tied to this chair. Oh yes, they changed my sentence.
" Do you want to leave without saying anything sir? " The inspector says it seems like he had been waiting there for a while.
Do I really have to say something? It seems like he won't kill me until I say something different.that he won't kill me until I say something different.
" Bye...."
I expected him to turn on the electric chair and an immense pain would come over my body, a cruel fate but one that would make sense. But I didn't feel anything, just a tingling sensation and I passed out, wait... So this is death? I just sleep?
There's something wrong, my body doesn't respond to me but I'm fully conscious and I'm even watching my life pass by.
" Wait?! What the hell is this?"
A light appears from the back of my mind, I didn't know hell was so bright.
It's getting closer and closer, my vision is filled with this white light that instead of peace brings me blindness.
" Ikrum vashouta. "
I slowly open my eyes. Could it be that I went into a coma and they brought me to the hospital? I can't see anything or feel my body. What the hell did she say? Did I become decrepit? Hello?
" Ikrum Ishatar Varum. "
What the hell is she talking about? Do they speak another language in hell?
" Where am I?"
I still have poor vision but I can see some details, this woman has red hair. But it looks fake.
" Oh, I'm sorry. I hadn't adjusted the language spell. "
She speaks nervously, what the hell is a language spell and where am I?
I can slowly see again, but what I see in front of me has left me somehow...
" What the hell is that? "
I looked at myself with wires connected all over my body, a red-haired woman next to me with glasses and a strange hat and even more so a room that seemed to be in a time when not even toilet paper had been invented.
" Oh, I knew this would happen... " She sighs.
" What happened? " I look at her, I have several questions but more and more I can think less.
" Please stay calm, we are in Farabella. My name is Ituh and I am the integral researcher of this kingdom. " Ituh speaks to herself trying to calm him down.
" And where am I? "
" You are in Farabella, let's say it is a dimension quite far from yours. "
This is getting weirder and weirder, I think that when we die, we have these super realistic dreams.
" Aren't you going to tell me your name? " She asks, it seems like I should answer her.
" It's Takeru. By the way, you said you're a researcher, what are you researching anyway? "
" I'm very happy to answer. I'm researching life forms from other dimensions and how they would react to this earth. " She answers excitedly, but I really imagined something darker.
" It's a very ugly place... "
" What?! Okay, my room isn't the prettiest place but you need to see the outside, there are landscapes and..."
" I don't care. By the way, can you remove this from me? - I look at her, these wires are really bothering me."
"Y-yes, of course... - She looks nervous... It seems like I said something bad."
"What is it for..."
" Do you hate them? " She interrupts me, looking nervous. Why would she care what I like or dislike?
" I don't think it's bad, it's just that they don't make me feel anything. But that's my problem. "
" So... Don't you feel good looking at a beautiful view?"
"Why would I feel that? " I'd like to know why she asked me that, it's not like I'm a reclusive psychopath for not liking landscapes.
" Is it really true? That you're a psychopath with no feelings? " She looks at me as she removes the wires from my entire body. Did she read my mind? Quickly think of something disgusting to make her stop.
" I read your life record, and it seems my assumptions were correct."
"Hypotheses? What hypotheses are you talking about?"
"Do you have a history of some deaths, not very frequent but all quite, let's say, heavy?"
She doesn't read my mind so, phew... Actually, I shouldn't have thought about my grandfather naked in a hot tub, something very specific.
" I killed some people, so what?"
"You didn't feel anything about it either?"
Feel? What is she talking about? I felt something, I felt hungry. Tired. I feel it too.
She's asking if I got sad? Sure I can get sad, but I.
" I felt hungry."