Life is a mystery to every being in the world, has it some meaning, is there a goal?
Religion was something that intrigued me as a child but it never really gave me any sort of impression of being realistic or possible.
Most of the time, I simply nodded when my parents would preach about how life couldn't be as dull as I imagined it to be. But to me, that made life so precious, its simplicity, the fact that in the end, I could close my eyes and finally let go of everything with the thought of having done my best.
This also motivated me to follow in the footsteps of my grandfather. In my small country with the name Lichtburg, he was a fairly well known politician and beloved by the people as well.
And so I joined his party and tried my best to be a good person.
However, after my grandfather was left vegetative after a car accident, everything crumbled.
Things started to change, the party grew more competitive and suddenly became one of the main competitors in the upcoming elections.
This made me curious and so I started to dig for more information, only to find out a dark secret...
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I felt the air knocked out of my lungs as I felt my whole rib cage tremble under the pressure of being beaten with a crowbar. Only being able to grunt and tremble after shaking my bound arms.
"Kuaghhh!"
The old wooden chair I sat on creaked.
'Fuck...'
Opposite of me, I could only see part of a broad silhouette sitting on a chair while huffing on some cigar and blowing its smoke in my face.
The nicotine invaded my nostrils and with each rugged breath I had a small rush go throughout my body, making me feel the blood trickling down every inch of my body.
My whole body was littered in injuries and bound to a chair. I was trapped and all I heard was my breathing and a raspy old voice.
"You know..."
Huff
"My old man always told me that one wouldn't know where the line would be, till one crosses it."
The man proceeded to stand up and for a brief moment, light fell on the man's aged face. It was Amel Kirch, the party leader as well as newly elected Prime Minister.
If one had to describe him, then he would be a combination of your typical angry old neighbor and a bulldog in terms of looks, earning him the nickname Spike from the cartoon Tom and Jerry
"But you....you were somehow able to not only cross it but literally blow it up."
Taking one last huff, he coughed, spit flying all over my face. As it was disgusting it didn't really matter with all the blood already on it.
Zzzchhh!
The next thing I felt was a burning sensation coming from the residue of the cigar being pressed on my temple. It only left me gritting my teeth as I hadn't enough energy to really cry out.
As I felt the heat grow worse and worse, Amel looked into my eyes and I could see a disgust in it that not many people have.
"Like the fuck did you think would happen after you released all these messages to the public? That people would start calling out for you to become the next Prime Minister?! Oh no....you crossed the Party...you crossed ME!"
Letting go of my head, he looked down on me. A bloody half-dead guy who didn't even have enough power to breathe.
"I did what I felt was the right thing to d-!?"
KRRKCH!
I couldn't even finish speaking as I saw how my finger was being twisted in usually impossible directions.
I could feel the tiny bones splinter and dig their way through my flesh.
"Aaaaaaargghh!!"
And it continued with the next one. And another one. and another.
"The right thing to do was for YOU TO STAY IN YOUR PLACE!"
I felt my senses diluting by the second, becoming sleepier and sleepier.
How long have I been sitting here? Why do I feel so cold?
Countless questions invaded my mind.
"Do you have the slightest idea of what you have done?! You ruined years of political work! Do you know how many bodies the party had to walk over just to win this national election?!"
Veins started bulging on the old man's temple, making his already many wrinkles double.
I started to smirk and looked at him with my working eye.
"Just for that...this was the right thing...to do..."
"Son of a-!"
As the old man raised his fists, ready to strike me even more, a hand interrupted him.
Annoyed, he looked over his shoulder to see a guard. By a glance you could tell that the guard was under pressure even though he was fairly taller and muscular.
"Sir, it would be better to make this quick, the Party Committee has already drafted a response to the 'allegations' and wants you to look over it before the Press Conference begins."
He shook the hand off his shoulder and looked again towards me while opening and closing his hand several times.
I coughed up and felt how blood flowed out of my mouth.
To be honest, the warmth of it wasn't even bothering me, it indicated to me that I was still alive.
At least, for now...
"Tsk, alright. I thought you had learned after what happened with your grandfather, Ely.... Seems like the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
The moment I heard his words, my pupils became smaller, indicating how shocked I was.
My body started to shake as I started to set myself free from my restraints.
The wooden chair started creaking more and more.
"Don't tell me... you did that to him?!"
Anger was written all over my face.
How could someone do that to my grandfather, who had always advocated for everyone to be equal...
I looked at him with nothing but hatred.
However, as I stared into Amel's face, all I saw was a smirk. He was literally lavishing the hate I showed him.
"That old decrepit son of a bitch had it coming for him, he shouldn't have meddled in my affairs. And who can even blame me! These lobbies offered me so much money, I couldn't help but promote their causes!"
The moment Amel finished, I felt that the ropes were loosening as I continued thrashing around.
Rage had taken over my body.
'If this is the end, then I will at least take that bastard with me'
Then I suddenly felt my 2 arms being loose enough to slip out and I sprang up extended towards Amel's neck.
"You....You will rot in hell for THAT! I WILL DRAG YOU DO-!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
KRRRKKKKKKKKKKRR!
Before I could realize, I fell back into the wooden chair which broke the moment I dropped on it.
I could feel my insides being ruptured and even if I had wanted to cry out due to the pain, I couldn't.
The harder I tried, the harder and more painful it became to breathe. Then I saw it.
A guard had their gun tightly in their hand, smoke coming out of its barrel.
Amel who had his arms raised like a scared rat, then regained his arrogant demeanor. He walked over my body, giving it another look and a kick.
"Talking about annoying.... Clean up, get him away and give me those damn document~~~"
He then turned around and walked towards his car.
However, I didn't stop staring at him, even with foamy blood coming from my mouth
'I will KILL HIM, HE WILL SEE WHAT HE HAS THEN!'
I couldn't let go of my rage but somehow I felt the more enraged I became, the less I could actually feel it.
He will get what he dese-
Nothing
Everything disappeared in an instant, I felt nothing, saw nothing, heard nothing
However, one thing remained, hate.
Not only for Amel but for everything.
I did the best I could. I helped people, tried everything to make the world a better place, I sacrificed everything, my private life, my money.
Just to end as some forgotten politician... I was angry at everything. If there was a god or some higher being, then it could go fuck itself because in the afterlife....
'I will do what I want!'
However as my mind wandered through the abyss, I suddenly saw a bright light flash and everything turned white.
From one moment to the next, I regained my bodily senses.
I smelled incense as well as tons of other smells.
I felt the warmth of a fire near me, being absorbed by my skin the moment it reached me.
I heard murmuring and the crisp sound of wood being thrown inside a fireplace.
I tasted my own spit and how it was gathering in my mouth.
'Wait....'
Then I realized.
A group of different sized beings stood around me, looking at me with different looks. One seemed angry, one seemed enchanted, while others had indifferent faces.
"That little fellow will become an Ojer like us?! As if!"
A broadly built lion-like beast with humanoid characteristics stood at the very front, looking down at me with glowing red eyes. Its fur seemed to flutter with each breath while wearing golden accessories.
"Shush! You will scare him if you are that mean to him"
A pitch-black humanoid pushed the beast aside but different from normal people, they seemed to be at least 3 meters tall and had literally only white eyes and a white mouth like a smiley.
"You two should shut up!"
The bickering duo instantly stopped and looked indifferent towards the source of the bickering.
An old man, marred with scars and tattoos, looked at them with a stern look. Exuding a pressure most would call surreal. However even this guy wasn't an ordinary human, because he had literal black horns growing out of his temples!
At last I understood my last sense wasn't playing games.
What I saw wasn't normal...
'What the F-!'