Sins

A hallucinating man sees Death glide through his hospital door. After being taken by death to the Man that he has devoted his entire life to, God, he is confident that he has not upset God in anyway. But his pride and vainglory may just change his fate.

         I wasn't sure what I was running from. All I knew was that I had to keep running, and persevere in my senseless evasion.

        My body lay still on the bed as I sprinted madly down the chambers of my mind. He was coming - I was sure of it. Death was chasing me down the dusty, barren halls inside me. 

 

        He's going to kill me.

 

        My thoughts shuddered violently as I felt his presence approach me. His dark, inchoate shape slowly approached me. I thrashed out like a crazed animal, my eyes suddenly opened. I was covered in some forms of restraint, sitting in the familiar hospital room. A large, forbidding helmet was secured onto my head, a trail of wires connecting my brain to a series of computers to my right. It was depressing, how familiar this room was. For the time being, I thought I was safe.

        The room seemed to grow colder, and the a shape slowly drifted through the door, like a supernatural being. Although he had no face, the shape smiled, causing a frightened whimper to escape my mouth. 

        "No," I begged as Death approached me, a long, skeletal arm snaking out from under the dark smoke that surrounded him. "I didn't do it! It wasn't me!" I wailed as his slender fingers stroked my arm. I was frozen in fear, and if it wasn't Death stroking me, the gesture might have seemed comforting.

        "You won't take me now. Please don't take me now," I begged again as the hand crawled to my neck. The fingers that trailed along my skin left dark, bruise like marks.

        "I did everything!" I screamed desperately. "I followed Him everywhere! I did everything that He asked for. He was my only god. Is this how he repays me for my lifetime's devotion to him?"

        My cries roused a few nurses down the hall, and I heard their motion as they hurried towards my room.

        Death didn't seem to be rushed. He took his time as his fingers wound themselves around my neck. Carefully, he tightened his grip around me as I stopped breathing. 

        Within a few seconds my body shook violently as my eyes rolled towards the back of my head. The sharp sound of the door slamming against the wall made my arms twitch as a shriek of horror erupted from the nurse. 

        I paid no attention to her though - I couldn't. My life was slowly ebbing away, and Death's other hand reached out to take my soul. Strangely, I didn't object. I was sure He would find a good home for me now.

 

        We traveled through countless of ages, ad infinitum of time periods, until we finally reached His palace. It was even more splendid than the priests had described it. 

        Bright, shining lights adorned the pure white castle. However, this white was nothing like the white I've seen in the hospitals. The light, although blinding, seemed welcoming and intimidating at the same time. Floating clouds surrounded the grandeur, making the scene seem truly fit for a God.

        Death seemed to dissolve in the light, disappearing as once he delivered me to his Ruler. He instructed me with the same hand that killed me, to walk, into the castle itself.

        Walking with the utmost confidence, I reminded myself. I served the lord well. He has no reason to punish me. I saved hundreds of underprivileged lives. I donated so much to the church. I had guided the way for many others just as he had done for me.

        He had no reason to reject me now.

Author's Note

It's a little short, but I wanted to be rather concise and not ramble too much. Tell me if it need more description or plot buildup.