Blue Bridge, Trinity State

"In a count of one to ten, you either jump down this bridge or I'll blast this damned head of yours," his voice cracked, submissive enough to send a titter of running frost through my spine.

But why would I be afraid?

I am currently surrounded by five men in gunpoint. I'm standing on the flat hand rails of this steel bridge, forced to obey their commands.

But why would I?

Just because of the mere fact that I killed their boss after the job? Who cares, it's his fault anyways.

I turned my head directly to the man who was holding the gun to my head, and smiled. I let out a laugh that echoed throughout the bridge. They glared at me but I didn't stop.

Then I faced my body towards the opposite direction as the water and faced the men trying to kill me.

"Do you think you can kill me?" I bellowed, letting out another crack of laugh. They all think I'm high on drugs, but yes I am high, without the assistance of drugs that is. "You a bunch of rogues would kill me? I, Damian Stein killed by your bunch?"

And as high as my brain would soar, everything happened like a horde of running lightning.

I felt like a composer hitting notes, but instead, my guns were blasting their heads as I pulled the triggers of my guns.

Everything halted into solidary silence when I realized that they were all dead. Their gushing blood covered the cold steel of the bridge. Blood dripped slowly from the edge like raindrops.

I stopped for a moment staring at what I've done.

Their bodies lay cold and I am here, breathing. Living, wandering, killing, and surviving.

My life had been like that for the past 11 years. The excitement of killing people dawned upon me when I was just 13 years old. I was orphaned. My mother was a fox. She cheated on my father and had multiple affairs with different men. After my father found out, he became an alcoholic. He vented his anger on me and beats me from time to time. My mother barely cares about me. Then one day, everything changed.

I remember it was raining that day, the day I made myself an orphan.

My father was beating me. I didn't mean to kill him. He struck my chest with a knife that caused to me to spit out blood. I felt dizzy and dying. But I lived. I snatched out the knife from my chest and stabbed my own father to death. His blood lay cold on our wooden floor. I left the knife on his chest like Arthur's untouched sword.

I waited for mum to arrive after that. She had the nerve to bring a man, someone younger than her and dad. I recognized the voice and remembered he's one of my father's business associates.

Her scream reverberated through the walls of our house as she saw her husband lay cold on the floor, bathed in his own blood. She hurriedly rushed to his side, crying. Oh the nerve of that filthy woman.

Then she noticed I was silently sitting on the couch, she thought I was traumatized and assumed that the killer spared my life.

"Damian dear," she called me out, her voice wavering. "Tell me who killed your father? Did you see his face?"

I smiled and snuck out father's gun from my back. I directed the gun to her direction, theoretically, on her head. I moved it slightly lower, targeting her left cheek. She was silenced the moment she saw me holding the gun.

I pulled the trigger and the bullet rocketed through void space, leaving a trace of blood at her cheek.

"I did, mother," I coldly replied. I moved my arm a little higher and targeted her head.

I pulled the trigger and her body slammed to the floor next to father.

I dropped the gun in the bathtub that night to clear off the traces of my fingerprints. And set the house on fire. The blazing fire seemed beautiful from afar. The adrenaline rush and bloodlust, felt like the ninth cloud.

The police sirens approaching the bridge from afar brought me back to reality, and from that moment I knew, I have to run again.

I placed the gun in my vest pocket.

I inhaled.

Exhaled.

And calmed myself.

The moment I knew, I'm plunging the cold waters of the river.

My chest slowly tightened as my breathing became weaker. My heart raced like a horse in a race. My eyesight slowly became blurred as I saw the light cascading from the waters like some washed layer of a painting. My body surrendered, no longer floundering for strength. My body became motionless as I breathe the last air I have. Bubbles quickly escaped from my mouth. My consciousness failed me. My eyes closed losing hope.

Then unexpectedly, a splash from afar brought me back to my apprehension. As my body slowly sunk, there seemed to be a figure swimming towards me. My senses were half awake, so I can't fully see who was it, or what it was. From what I could tell, it seemed to be a human. He's moving in closer and closer until his hand tugged my wrist.

I felt his other arm cradle my body, while the other arm paddled. My eyes completely closed as I'm assured that this person is no foe of mine.

I felt my body being carefully laid down unto the cold soil of earth. I felt the cold breeze tingling throughout my skin. I could hear someone panting. I slowly opened my eyes, and just that recklessly, I am amidst fantasia. "Where am I?" my brain questioned. My eyes, blurry as its vision, settled unto the hunched figure in front of me. Clarity came upon, and here I am, before my savior.

"Finally, you're awake," he exclaimed, noticing that I've been examining him for some quite time. "I have news for you Mr. Stein."

What news would that be? I ploddingly sat up and faced him. From that moment, I noticed how ethereal his presence was, unearthly and peculiar I might say. His eyes were striking and blue as the wavy pacific. His black hair gleamed as the sun showered light, and his skin was surprisingly fair like a maiden's. White as snow his skin was, and fragile like porcelain.

"Where am I?" I bluntly asked him. I looked around, but all I could see was the fog clearing out. And the fact that it seemed we are sitting right in a lone islet in the middle of the lake, it caught me fascinated. I assumed that we were somewhere near the Blue Bridge. But this man, smiled as if he could read my thoughts.

"Mr. Stein," the unknown man pondered, seemingly replying to my thoughts. "You're dead. I am Lucius, the grim reaper they sent for you."

And as by cue, black feathered wings stretched out from his back, as seem as clarifying what he claimed from earlier.

I was stunned and frozen on my foot. Is this a dream? Maybe. But it seemed real, too convincing to defy that everything is just purely my imagination's creation.

"What are you?!" I howled, as I stepped back.

"Mr. Stein, please, I know everything happening right now is a bit confusing for you, but please calm down, I have something important to tell you." Lucius, the grimreaper as he claims, tried to sooth me down. He looked a bit worried so I tried to pull myself and ride with this whatever fantasy my hallucinating brain is fabricating.

"You're not supposed to die right now Mr. Stein," Lucius calmly said. "So I made a deal with the Death Lord earlier that if I could save you, you could live but..." he suddenly paused.

"But what?" I asked, realizing that I'm on the verge of Death's hand and was saved by one of his grim reapers.

"But you were to lend our skills to us." Lucius mustered. "You have to kill people for you to keep your life. And in exchange for that, I were to guard you from any harm."

"Okay that's it!" I snapped. "Where are the cameras" The police did such a great job hiring actors for my arrest, I was almost convinced by you. Seriously, come out and arrest me now!" I flailed my arms in the air and steadily straightened them upfront, waiting for handcuffs to appear.

"I knew it would be a lot harder to convince you Mr. Stein," Lucius smiled sadly. "I hope you'll believe me when you wake up. There's another surprise waiting for you."

My head started to ache and my vision started to blur again. Slowly my eyes closed, while my heart raced. I was scared that Death would be knocking the door and bringing me to my own grave. But it's not. I felt scared but assured, what is this feeling? I suddenly felt my whole body jolt, hurriedly bringing me back to reality.

I opened my eyes, and the sun greeted me with his radiance. I am in an unfamiliar room. There was a man who sat up the moment he saw me flinch to life.

"Master Damian," the familiar voice greeted me with excitement. I saw the man facing my direction. He then bowed in front of me. "Welcome home Master Damian Stein Von Heilzen."

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Somewhere in Trinity State

"Master Damian," the familiar voice greeted me with excitement. Then he bowed. "Welcome home Master Damian Stein Von Heilzen."

My eyes wandered the room. It was a big room that is lavishly decorated with vases full of red roses. Each table in the room was adorned with red roses. There was one sitting next beside me too. Then my eyes dawned upon the man who greeted me, he was still bowing, like a hunchback. His voice felt familiar.

I sat up from the bed and stood up. I was in front of him.

"Lift your head," I ordered him and he flinched hearing me. "Who are you?"

"It is I, Lucius, Master Damian," Lucius anchored his head, confronting me with a calm gaze. "Our lord sent me to look after you master, as I told you last time. Before they come into the room, I must explain the deal to you."

"What deal?" I replied, bemused that this is actually the reality.

You must lend us your skills in killing people." Lucius smiled, his blue eyes slowly transformed into the dark hues of crimson red. His glowing blonde hair faded, turning into silks of white. "If you were to object with our deal, I could take your life right now."

Blue flames came from his left hand and his fiery red crimson eyes glowed. I was afraid, surprised and enlightened at the same time. I must have been crazy, an imbecile, for I did what other sane people won't do.

I walked towards Lucius, reached out for his arm and shook his hand. The agreement was sealed, approved. I could see bloodlust springing out from his smile when I formally accepted the deal.

"You, Mr. Stein," Lucius started, his eyes still glowing. "You are indeed crazy like the rumors spreading about you in Hell."

"I still have things to settle here," I replied. "Who would have thought that there would come a day that Death would need my assistance ferrying souls to the underworld."

"It's great to make your acquaintance Mr. Stein." Lucius stated. "Now for your first task, you must kill five men."

Five men? My brain pondered the sentence once more. Where? I was shocked that there's a task already laid.

"Where and when?" I asked.

Lucius lifted his arm and stared down upon his wrist, where a silver wristwatch is attached. Its arms moved as time ticked by.

"Exactly a minute from now," he replied, staring back at my eyes. "You have to finish the task in ten minutes, or you'll die with them inside this building. I'll be outside of the building, waiting then. Ooh, and here's your guns." Lucius flicked his fingers and two revolvers fell down, making a loud crackling sound as it hit the floor.

"And you expect me to pull it off in just ten minutes?" I retorted.

"Well, you are Damian Stein, master." Lucius swiftly replied, chuckling. "Live up to your name, just like your rumors in Hell."

Well he have a point there, I am Damian Stein.

I am a killer.

A mass murderer.

A hitman.

Death himself brought me back to life, it's time to return my favor.

I smiled. The moment I realized my face is curved with this bloodthirsty smile, I hunched down for the guns and picked them. Lucius, noticing my reply as a yes, walked out of the room smiling.

I held unto the guns, with one each on my hand. Being ambidextrous became a skill I mastered, one of my keys for survival.

A surge of excitement rushed in as the sensation of metal touching my skin tapped the inner demon in me.

"The more faster it is the better," I heard myself shouting out my thoughts. I chuckled. I heard a car's engine stop, pulling up. Footsteps approached the building. The visitors are here.

"Let me send you to the gates of Hell, you motherfuckers!" I greeted. "Dance with the bullets with me!"

I Damian Stein, will never die.

Not now, never.

It's time to return Death's favor.