A Chance From Hell
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This is another story I am working on beside School Cupid. As Always, feedback is welcome
Prologue
The prison's outer gate opens making the distinctive sound of heavy metal trembling, far more penetrating than the cell's sounds a prisoner is bound to hear every day and night. A man was standing looking at the blinding lights of dawn as the gate opened wide. He saw a small van entering with the new prisoners that were going to spend their days in that little hell. However, this man was in a different situation. He was leaving.
“Here's the fare for the bus.” One of the guard said as he gave him some change. “The stop is at a 15 minute walk west from here. You can't miss it.”
The man looked at the guard and looked like he had the life taken out of his body. He was wearing used jeans and a gray shirt that was poorly washed due to the light colored spots. He puts the change in his backpack. “...Thank you...” he said in a whisper and started walking out. His way of walk showed he was taken “care of” in prison for the time he was there. A leg was broken and his hips were a bit displaced because of the constant rape and abuse. He was free, but his soul was destroyed.
The gates closed behind him as he left the prison that held him for 5 years. He reached the roar and started walking to the bus top in this open field. The locals that lived in the farm were looking at him in despise and some threw stuff at him like manure and rocks. He kept walking without saying a word.
It was summer but the sea breeze kept the temperature cool and bearable. the sounds of cicadas were louder than the previous years and tourist buses were moving in and out. The man passed the bus stop he was supposed to be in and kept walking, bearing the pains his body left him.
He found an old rope which he stored in his backpack and went to the sea side, leaving the roads behind him and into the trees. The breeze grew stronger as he approached the cliffs. The view was something he yearned for all that time in the small space he lived in. He took a deep breath and sat down leaning on a tree. In his backpack there were two apples and one cheese sandwich, courtesy of the cafeteria workers that felt sorry for him. He ate them as he watched the sun's reflection on the sea as the day passed and twilight started.
The man got up and walked near the border of the cliff with the breeze and sun always by his side. He stopped when he saw a tree with a branch long enough to his needs. He opened his backpack and took the rope. Climbed the tree and to the branch he selected. He let his backpack fell down to the rocks and sea bellow since it had nothing inside. He tied the rope around the branch and his neck, making sure that the knot would not come off. If the hanging would not kill him, the fall would finish the job.
“Wait!!! please wait!!!” A voice was heard from afar. A female figure emerged from the trees. She was wearing elegant office clothes of very expensive brands. “Please do not do it, Tadashi!” She stopped near the tree and looked at the man. “You don't have to do this!”
“I don't....” Tadashi responded while looking at her. He saw the surprise in her eyes when she saw his face directly, a face deformed from the beatings and some hair and one ear missing. “But I want to...”
Tadashi let go of the branch and let gravity do the rest. The rope tightened up and snapped his neck and the branch broke letting him fall to the rocks bellow. His name was all he could hear before a rock smashed his head and ended his life.
Prologue
The prison's outer gate opens making the distinctive sound of heavy metal trembling, far more penetrating than the cell's sounds a prisoner is bound to hear every day and night. A man was standing looking at the blinding lights of dawn as the gate opened wide. He saw a small van entering with the new prisoners that were going to spend their days in that little hell. However, this man was in a different situation. He was leaving.
“Here's the fare for the bus.” One of the guard said as he gave him some change. “The stop is at a 15 minute walk west from here. You can't miss it.”
The man looked at the guard and looked like he had the life taken out of his body. He was wearing used jeans and a gray shirt that was poorly washed due to the light colored spots. He puts the change in his backpack. “...Thank you...” he said in a whisper and started walking out. His way of walk showed he was taken “care of” in prison for the time he was there. A leg was broken and his hips were a bit displaced because of the constant rape and abuse. He was free, but his soul was destroyed.
The gates closed behind him as he left the prison that held him for 5 years. He reached the roar and started walking to the bus top in this open field. The locals that lived in the farm were looking at him in despise and some threw stuff at him like manure and rocks. He kept walking without saying a word.
It was summer but the sea breeze kept the temperature cool and bearable. the sounds of cicadas were louder than the previous years and tourist buses were moving in and out. The man passed the bus stop he was supposed to be in and kept walking, bearing the pains his body left him.
He found an old rope which he stored in his backpack and went to the sea side, leaving the roads behind him and into the trees. The breeze grew stronger as he approached the cliffs. The view was something he yearned for all that time in the small space he lived in. He took a deep breath and sat down leaning on a tree. In his backpack there were two apples and one cheese sandwich, courtesy of the cafeteria workers that felt sorry for him. He ate them as he watched the sun's reflection on the sea as the day passed and twilight started.
The man got up and walked near the border of the cliff with the breeze and sun always by his side. He stopped when he saw a tree with a branch long enough to his needs. He opened his backpack and took the rope. Climbed the tree and to the branch he selected. He let his backpack fell down to the rocks and sea bellow since it had nothing inside. He tied the rope around the branch and his neck, making sure that the knot would not come off. If the hanging would not kill him, the fall would finish the job.
“Wait!!! please wait!!!” A voice was heard from afar. A female figure emerged from the trees. She was wearing elegant office clothes of very expensive brands. “Please do not do it, Tadashi!” She stopped near the tree and looked at the man. “You don't have to do this!”
“I don't....” Tadashi responded while looking at her. He saw the surprise in her eyes when she saw his face directly, a face deformed from the beatings and some hair and one ear missing. “But I want to...”
Tadashi let go of the branch and let gravity do the rest. The rope tightened up and snapped his neck and the branch broke letting him fall to the rocks bellow. His name was all he could hear before a rock smashed his head and ended his life.
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Chapter 1: Saved by the devil
A boy opened his eyes as a familiar scent of rubbing alcohol and disinfectants overwhelmed his nose. He looked around and he was alone in a hospital room. Some flowers were in the vase and gave some life to what else would be a dead place. The boy felt a slight headache and touched his forehead noticing the bandages, but when he looked at his hands, something was off. The hands... were clean, smaller than what he could remember. He took off his blanket and looked at his body. It did not feel right at all, he could move it but it was not the same. He pinched his arm and he felt the pain, but nothing changed.
“So, you're finally awake.” a doctor entered the room. “you had us worried all this time”
“who are you?.... what am I doing here?... what happened?” The boy's mind was packed with questions he wanted answered at the same time.
“You suffered a severe trauma in the accident, Touru. And you may have amnesia. Everything will be alright in due time”. The doctor did some basic body checkup on him and writes everything down in the papers.
“Touru... but I'm Tadashi....” He said to himself as the doctor was doing the checkup. Once he was alone in the room again he got off the bed and went to the bathroom. His mind was more confused than ever and needed to confirm something. As he looked into the mirror he saw a face that he did not recognize. He was not a man, but a boy. The scars from his memories were not present at all and his teeth were all there, not missing.
“You're finally with us now” Tadashi heard another voice and saw a man in elegant, custom made black suit. Black hair with wisdom gray hair on the sides. He was wearing glasses and had a metal suitcase in his hands. “Good to see you getting used to your new body Tadashi.”
“You know who I am?” Tadashi left the bathroom but stood there in front of him. “Who are you? And What the hell happened to me?”
“Go to your bed. I will explain everything” The man smirked and took a seat from the corner and sat down near the bed. “I will not lie to you, since your soul belongs to me now. I am known with many names, but I prefer Lucifer over the rest.” He did not see a surprised face but rather a more confused one. “This room is now isolated, so no one can enter nor hear us. We can talk as much as we want”
“I see...” Tadashi went to bed and put the blankets over him “My suicide was no dream”
“double suicide, to be precise.” Lucifer replied “a rare thing to happen but with that you have no way to heaven, you will come with me.”
“I didn't want to go to heaven” Tadashi replied and saw Lucifer laughing loudly, “I don't want to see anyone I used to know and trust”.
“Just the reply I was expecting. No doubt you are one special case” Lucifer opened his briefcase and took out a large binder “Well, I am not going to take you yet, if that's what you are wondering. I am the one that put your soul into this boy's body.” He took a folder with a picture and handed it over to Tadashi.
“Asakura Touru...” Tadashi saw the picture and the boy looks exactly as the face he saw in the mirror. The boy is 17 years old and suffered a car accident with his family. “What happened to him?” He asked.
“he is with his family up there, but was the last to die, in this hospital. So when his soul left him I puts yours in. It's your body now” Lucifer searched more into his binder and looked at Tadashi. “By the way, this is the year 2013, not 1996.”
Tadashi checked in the folder's date and it was March 13th, 2013. “That's 17 years that passed?, but how?”
“I kept you in the Limbo, a place not heaven, not hell, not anywhere.” He replied “your soul needed to be intact until the time I felt right to take you out”
“What do want from me? You could have just taken me. I am nothing special.” Tadashi looked down with the same eyes he had the day he ended his own life.
“I thought so at first, but something caught my attention” He took a few documents and newspaper articles “read them.”
Tadashi could not believe his eyes as he saw the newspapers. There were articles talking about the new evidence in the case that brought him to jail in the first place, as well as the case that started the downfall of his life in 1989, when he was 17. The articles showed what he knew all along, his innocence of everything, and that his punishment was not just inhumane, but unjustified. Tadashi grabbed the papers with a tight grip as anger built up in him like never before. “Why are you showing me this?” He asked.
“Check the date of all of them. It was the day after you were released, when your sentence was over” Lucifer replied as he lit a cigar.
Tadashi continued on reading and found out that many people started looking for him, carrying the innocence certificate. His former friends and people he knew were also in the search until they found his body at the bottom of the cliff.
“I went to your funeral, for a person that committed double suicide, it was like the funeral of a hero.” Lucifer let out some smoke out the window. “What brought me the curiosity was the rush. In any country, there was not such “desperate” measures to find you as well as clear you out. Besides, you had no lawyer nor anyone to investigate what was considered a closed case. It just came out of the blue”.
Tadashi confirms what Lucifer says by checking on the news articles. One person that was arrested for armed assault just happened to know the truth and decided to talk. The amount of details was too much to be considered a bluff and the investigation started leading to the proof of innocence. “this sounds too good to be true” Tadashi smiled but his rage grew even more.
“A miracle, as they say in the human world” his cigar was almost out and the scent was of sulfur that was not suffocating. “The truth is, you were forsaken by accident”
“WHAT!!?” Tadashi dropped the newspapers, which flew right back inside the binder.
“You see.... You were not supposed to suffer in the first place” Lucifer smirked as he saw the hatred build up in Tadashi's heart. “perhaps just a broken heart and some bruises, but not to have your body destroyed and soul broken. But nonetheless they let you suffer until the day of your release. You were not important to the guys up there, but when they mess up they have to face severe consequences”.
“so they were covering their asses while they 'tried to help me'. After all of that was done to me” Tadashi's hatred brought him to tears. “Ever since... I was born”.
“Yes... ” Lucifer smiled. “Which caught my interest. Why going all out to save someone they let suffer because of their mistake? Now I see why. Your heart is pure”
“Pure? Please... don't make laugh. That's for maidens and some young heroes” Tadashi considered it a bad joke.
“No, no. That's fairy tale, where purity is related to innocence and other bullcrap. I am talking about purity in a general sense. You can have pure emotions of either side, just like the hatred I am feeling from you. It is as pure as the love of a child to a mother. Your hatred is not combined with sadness, nor rage, nor love... just hatred”
Tadashi looked at him as he sees the pleased expression in his eyes “Then what do you want from me? You made me live as a 17 year old boy for a reason”
“Yes... I want you to do some work for me. And in exchange, you can relive the years that heaven robbed you. What you do with that life is up to you, as long as you do the job” Lucifer closed his binder and briefcase. “You're mine anyways and I can take you whenever I feel your time is over. Take it or leave it”
“Some opportunities are hard to miss, no matter who gives it. So I will take it. Either way I am going to hell” Tadashi replied.
“Very good. I will now place my mark on your hands and forehead.” Lucifer took his cigar and crushed it, then blew them out slightly. The ashes went to his forehead and hands and puts a seal on them “Only high level demons and angels can see them outside of battle. This is the mark that you belong to me and the mark that my power flows through you. Use your hatred to fuel this power and do my biding as my emissary. Your alias shall be Asakura Touru, while you serve me as Muido Tadashi”
“Muido... Odium backwards... Hatred... so be it” Tadashi's eyes glowed as Lucifer's smile grew larger
“Now relax, Touru, once your recovery ends, we will start making your new life” Lucifer got up and took his suitcase with him as he walked though the door without opening it.
Right after he left a nurse enters the room. “How are you feeling today Touru?” she enters with some medicine and food for him.
“I am fine, just with a slight headache” Touru replied as he hid his hatred with a well disguised smile.
Edit: there were some errors before publishing this chapter... sorry for the inconvenience
A boy opened his eyes as a familiar scent of rubbing alcohol and disinfectants overwhelmed his nose. He looked around and he was alone in a hospital room. Some flowers were in the vase and gave some life to what else would be a dead place. The boy felt a slight headache and touched his forehead noticing the bandages, but when he looked at his hands, something was off. The hands... were clean, smaller than what he could remember. He took off his blanket and looked at his body. It did not feel right at all, he could move it but it was not the same. He pinched his arm and he felt the pain, but nothing changed.
“So, you're finally awake.” a doctor entered the room. “you had us worried all this time”
“who are you?.... what am I doing here?... what happened?” The boy's mind was packed with questions he wanted answered at the same time.
“You suffered a severe trauma in the accident, Touru. And you may have amnesia. Everything will be alright in due time”. The doctor did some basic body checkup on him and writes everything down in the papers.
“Touru... but I'm Tadashi....” He said to himself as the doctor was doing the checkup. Once he was alone in the room again he got off the bed and went to the bathroom. His mind was more confused than ever and needed to confirm something. As he looked into the mirror he saw a face that he did not recognize. He was not a man, but a boy. The scars from his memories were not present at all and his teeth were all there, not missing.
“You're finally with us now” Tadashi heard another voice and saw a man in elegant, custom made black suit. Black hair with wisdom gray hair on the sides. He was wearing glasses and had a metal suitcase in his hands. “Good to see you getting used to your new body Tadashi.”
“You know who I am?” Tadashi left the bathroom but stood there in front of him. “Who are you? And What the hell happened to me?”
“Go to your bed. I will explain everything” The man smirked and took a seat from the corner and sat down near the bed. “I will not lie to you, since your soul belongs to me now. I am known with many names, but I prefer Lucifer over the rest.” He did not see a surprised face but rather a more confused one. “This room is now isolated, so no one can enter nor hear us. We can talk as much as we want”
“I see...” Tadashi went to bed and put the blankets over him “My suicide was no dream”
“double suicide, to be precise.” Lucifer replied “a rare thing to happen but with that you have no way to heaven, you will come with me.”
“I didn't want to go to heaven” Tadashi replied and saw Lucifer laughing loudly, “I don't want to see anyone I used to know and trust”.
“Just the reply I was expecting. No doubt you are one special case” Lucifer opened his briefcase and took out a large binder “Well, I am not going to take you yet, if that's what you are wondering. I am the one that put your soul into this boy's body.” He took a folder with a picture and handed it over to Tadashi.
“Asakura Touru...” Tadashi saw the picture and the boy looks exactly as the face he saw in the mirror. The boy is 17 years old and suffered a car accident with his family. “What happened to him?” He asked.
“he is with his family up there, but was the last to die, in this hospital. So when his soul left him I puts yours in. It's your body now” Lucifer searched more into his binder and looked at Tadashi. “By the way, this is the year 2013, not 1996.”
Tadashi checked in the folder's date and it was March 13th, 2013. “That's 17 years that passed?, but how?”
“I kept you in the Limbo, a place not heaven, not hell, not anywhere.” He replied “your soul needed to be intact until the time I felt right to take you out”
“What do want from me? You could have just taken me. I am nothing special.” Tadashi looked down with the same eyes he had the day he ended his own life.
“I thought so at first, but something caught my attention” He took a few documents and newspaper articles “read them.”
Tadashi could not believe his eyes as he saw the newspapers. There were articles talking about the new evidence in the case that brought him to jail in the first place, as well as the case that started the downfall of his life in 1989, when he was 17. The articles showed what he knew all along, his innocence of everything, and that his punishment was not just inhumane, but unjustified. Tadashi grabbed the papers with a tight grip as anger built up in him like never before. “Why are you showing me this?” He asked.
“Check the date of all of them. It was the day after you were released, when your sentence was over” Lucifer replied as he lit a cigar.
Tadashi continued on reading and found out that many people started looking for him, carrying the innocence certificate. His former friends and people he knew were also in the search until they found his body at the bottom of the cliff.
“I went to your funeral, for a person that committed double suicide, it was like the funeral of a hero.” Lucifer let out some smoke out the window. “What brought me the curiosity was the rush. In any country, there was not such “desperate” measures to find you as well as clear you out. Besides, you had no lawyer nor anyone to investigate what was considered a closed case. It just came out of the blue”.
Tadashi confirms what Lucifer says by checking on the news articles. One person that was arrested for armed assault just happened to know the truth and decided to talk. The amount of details was too much to be considered a bluff and the investigation started leading to the proof of innocence. “this sounds too good to be true” Tadashi smiled but his rage grew even more.
“A miracle, as they say in the human world” his cigar was almost out and the scent was of sulfur that was not suffocating. “The truth is, you were forsaken by accident”
“WHAT!!?” Tadashi dropped the newspapers, which flew right back inside the binder.
“You see.... You were not supposed to suffer in the first place” Lucifer smirked as he saw the hatred build up in Tadashi's heart. “perhaps just a broken heart and some bruises, but not to have your body destroyed and soul broken. But nonetheless they let you suffer until the day of your release. You were not important to the guys up there, but when they mess up they have to face severe consequences”.
“so they were covering their asses while they 'tried to help me'. After all of that was done to me” Tadashi's hatred brought him to tears. “Ever since... I was born”.
“Yes... ” Lucifer smiled. “Which caught my interest. Why going all out to save someone they let suffer because of their mistake? Now I see why. Your heart is pure”
“Pure? Please... don't make laugh. That's for maidens and some young heroes” Tadashi considered it a bad joke.
“No, no. That's fairy tale, where purity is related to innocence and other bullcrap. I am talking about purity in a general sense. You can have pure emotions of either side, just like the hatred I am feeling from you. It is as pure as the love of a child to a mother. Your hatred is not combined with sadness, nor rage, nor love... just hatred”
Tadashi looked at him as he sees the pleased expression in his eyes “Then what do you want from me? You made me live as a 17 year old boy for a reason”
“Yes... I want you to do some work for me. And in exchange, you can relive the years that heaven robbed you. What you do with that life is up to you, as long as you do the job” Lucifer closed his binder and briefcase. “You're mine anyways and I can take you whenever I feel your time is over. Take it or leave it”
“Some opportunities are hard to miss, no matter who gives it. So I will take it. Either way I am going to hell” Tadashi replied.
“Very good. I will now place my mark on your hands and forehead.” Lucifer took his cigar and crushed it, then blew them out slightly. The ashes went to his forehead and hands and puts a seal on them “Only high level demons and angels can see them outside of battle. This is the mark that you belong to me and the mark that my power flows through you. Use your hatred to fuel this power and do my biding as my emissary. Your alias shall be Asakura Touru, while you serve me as Muido Tadashi”
“Muido... Odium backwards... Hatred... so be it” Tadashi's eyes glowed as Lucifer's smile grew larger
“Now relax, Touru, once your recovery ends, we will start making your new life” Lucifer got up and took his suitcase with him as he walked though the door without opening it.
Right after he left a nurse enters the room. “How are you feeling today Touru?” she enters with some medicine and food for him.
“I am fine, just with a slight headache” Touru replied as he hid his hatred with a well disguised smile.
Edit: there were some errors before publishing this chapter... sorry for the inconvenience