Untitled - By Suburbia - MY COMING BACK PRESENT! (Chapter 2 up)

I knew that when I died, it wouldn’t affect anybody. All my relatives are missing, dead, or too busy to really care anymore. At twenty or thirty, that gets to be reasonable, but when you’re only fifteen? It’s a bit of a problem. I suppose that’s why it wasn’t exactly an orthodox funeral. Then again, I don’t really know. But I suppose you might be asking, “Drake, how do you know you died? What if your still alive?” Well, this story’s gonna tell you how.

I sorta remember how it happened. It was a pretty normal night, and one of my friends invited me to a party. And of course, liking parties, I went. So anyway, I was there, and the thing started getting real intense. I mean, these guys were on sugar highs all over, plates were crashing, and two of the worst were hanging on a chandelier. I got on the table it was over to help them out, and then, there it came, unhooked from the ceiling. That was the end for Drake Owen Graul. Pretty depressing, like the sorta thing you would find in Chicken Soup books. Librarians used to give us those all the time, and I guess this is why.

After the chandelier fell, I felt a sense of numbness, like when someone injects you with Novocain, but all over you. Then I fell asleep. At least, so I thought. They say when you die, there’s supposed to be a tunnel and a light at the end. Complete bull. I suppose you just go where you go. However, I didn’t go up or down. I stayed in a place known to many as Purgatory.

Now, I’d love to go into detail about this place, however, I’m afraid that’s impossible. Purgatory is basically grey with black lines to show the form of substance. I mean, I don’t even know what it was made for. Maybe it’s a weird kind of way of making you insane. In Purgatory, they have two people who watch over the place. One from above, one from below. Each decided who gets put into the places they deserve. I gotta tell you, there are a lot that go below. But that doesn’t matter right now. What you need to here is the story, a story that explains things that you probably didn’t think was possible.

Purgatory is a bit different than what most people think. To most religions, Purgatory is just nothingness that you are in until you either go to the Face (Heaven) or the Feet (****). However, what I experienced was something a bit different. Purgatory was a bit more like a community on different planes of existence so it wouldn’t get too large. You get what I’m saying?
As I had mentioned before, there are two people that rule Purgatory; one from the Face, one from the Feet. The angel from the Face was a masculine guy named Yotoromusirasuki. Now, obviously, that’s hard to say and type, so most people just called him Toro. Toro was one of the first angels create from the Eye, ruler of the Face. The Eye made him an At figure, but gentle and patient enough to give out justice based on the law and not personal opinion. Toro looked a bit like your stereotypical angel as well, you know, the white toga and long blonde hair and pale skin. The demon from the Feet was a feminine guy named Ikusarisumorotoy, which is the exact opposite of Toro’s name. We called him Iku, cause people remember it easier. Iku wasn’t exactly as burly as Toro, with a more slender frame and short black hair. He always seemed to be covered in a dark goo-like energy, and was known for being very good at persuasion. Iku is more a newbie compared to Toro, as the Nail, ruler of the Feet, made him very recently.
When you enter Purgatory, you are placed on the border between Iku and Toro’s part of Purgatory. Both inspect each and every soul that dies and places them on a side leaning either to the Face or the Feet. I remember when I was next in line, I would always remember Iku’s face twist in curiousity. Toro’s remained as it was, but both came up to me and got a closer look.
“His soul is very pure.”
“He will be a fine screamer.”
“An innocent child.”
“Too innocent.”
These were only some of the comments I kept hearing as the leaders circled around me. Once they had returned to their seats, they wrote down my name and put it in the middle of the table they were at.
“Drake Owen Graul,” Toro’s booming voice announced. “My associate Ikusarisumorotoy and I have inspected you carfully, and…”

What will happen? Will Drake be put on the side of good? Maybe Evil? That is to you to decide!

Iku completed Toro’s announcement, saying in a slithery voice, “…you have been place in my section. You failed to show the responsibility Toro’s citizens have. Come with me.” He stood up while Toro called the next soul up. As Iku motioned me to follow him, I noticed some more details. He was a lot taller than me, at about 7 feet, and I’m only 5’ 9”! Also, he had these piercing eyes and a look to his face like he was about to combust into flames. Then again, I am in Purgatory, so that sorta sounded normal. The dark goo the surrounded him seemed to never shine, but didn’t slide off him.
Iku smirked as he turned to me. “So, do you come here often?” I smiled at his joke, but quickly hid it as I heard a voice in my mind.
“You’ve often heard stories that you never talk in Purgatory. That’s true, but that doesn’t mean you don’t communicate. You see, we talk with our minds, and sometimes we have dark minds. You have the darkest of all, not complete, but still the darkest I have seen in a long time.
“You may wonder, why is Iku talking to me? Well, I have something in mind for you, Drake. Because of your dark mind, I see great potential in you for being an adviser to the Nail, or myself of course. However, we have a sort of confirmation down here.”
As Iku was talking, I saw a large grid, but 3D. All the doors to each square was open, and I was confused as to it’s purpose.
“Well, if you were so confused, why didn’t you just tell me? That grid is where you will be staying. Now, fly with me.” Iku starting to levitate in the air, and flicked his wrist to tell me to come with him. Before I realized it, I was next to him as I was pulled into a hexagonal shaped room. Well, not really a room, more of a confined space. Claustrophobic people must hate this place.
Iku smiled as he started to close the door to the entrance, saying, “Good night, you little devil.” He then slammed the door shut, and I had no other choice but to sleep in the pitch-black hexagon.