The Job

The Job
Chapter One: The Jump

he remembered the gust of wind blowing past his face. he was moving so fast that even for the 5 seconds he felt free. he let go of all his fears. his mind blank, a smile still on his face as he hit the dirt. then he felt nothing. nothing until he felt a nudge, and he opened his eyes. and there stood a man, expressionless. just staring at him. and he spoke, "you`re dead. now you have to come with me".
"i just killed myself so that i don't want to be told what to do, why would you even dream that i`d go with you?" he said indignant.
"even if you don't want to, you have no choice" said the expressionless man and closed his eyes. and with his eyes everything went black.
then he heard the sea, waves crashing on the beach. and then light. it was light, orangish, yellowish, but there was no sun, there was no sky either. the whole place was of that light. God has style he thought. there were no chairs. no tables and it wasn't a room. just light with the sound of waves. and then she was in front of him. he was taken aback. it was as if she appeared out of thin air, of course she did he thought.
she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, she was perfect. i just committed suicide he thought. why am i in heaven?
"you are not in heaven" she said reading his thoughts.
"is there never free will" he thought.
"there is, otherwise you wouldn't be here, me knowing what you are thinking doesn't change your ability to make decisions, stupid ones at that" she said her eyes twinkling. she was enjoying this he thought.
"ok, so where is "this"? he asked.
"hell" she replied simply.
"so wheres the fire? the moaning souls? torture chambers?" he asked with a little bit of sarcasm.
"below us" she said and stepped back. there appeared a hole on the spot she was standing before and he could see hell. mountains of humans almost entwined together. yelling in miserable pain. with unmeasurable agony. being burnt. and regenerated. crushed. tortured. a mountain of people yelling for death every 5 five minutes of being reborn. he stepped back shocked. for the first time regretting being there. killing himself.
"not a nice sight is it?" she asked her eyes still twinkling, smiling.
"no its not, why am i up here, rather than there?" he asked, just a question to prolong his stay away from whats below him.
"i have a job for you" she said again simply.
"aaannd that is?" he asked still thinking about the fires below.
"kill God" she replied with almost no emotion whatsoever.
"Erm forgive my ignorance but woudnt he know that you just told me that?" he said still dazed from her reply.
"yes he will. i was too blunt for you, maybe. i want you to return to earth and kill the idea of Gods existence from the world." she replied her eyes twinkling again.
"how?" he asked.
"that you will not know, but if you agree you will bend to my will till i reach my goal, the end of the world" she replied.
"and if i dont" he asked already knowing the answer.
"you know the answer to that question" she answered.
"why woudnt i know?" he asked.
"you will be a puppet i create. the standing bet i have with Him gives me the right to mold humans like you but yet i cant force you to obey later, if you do not agree now."
"anything, i just dont want to be there" he replied pointing downwards with his eyes.
"so be it" she said. "i`ll see you here again". she smiled.
everything went black. his mind blank. no memories. no emotions. no thoughts. just sleep. the walls around him started to pulse, constrict, pushing him out. he felt the liquid around him leave him. pushing him out. and then it was so bright. he coundnt see. just blurred images of color.
he coundnt hear, but his mother when her son brought to her, looked up to see his face her face glowing, and with a whisper she said "Cypselus my son".