Ever done something that makes your heart stop in it's tracks? The only thing that'll start it again is some action that you hold dear to you? Let it be a shot of whiskey, the recoil of your favourite gun or the feel of that sexy girl back at home.

I was twenty five with a nice life. My girlfriend was a part time waitress, taking time off due to pregnancy. I was busy working at one of those sleazy bars. One with strippers, bikers, pool and guys who would start a bar fight over anything. The pay was good but was constantly cut back because of guys wrecking the place about once a month which cut off about 25% of my pay-check on the week it happens. Even though the owner knows it's really not my fault, he's got to pay for it some how. Just my pay-check was one of the first things to take a dip out of. Although me and him go back before the bar and knows I'm expecting a kid soon so he doesn't bother taking too much off.

I went to work on the sixteenth of May with jeans and a black t-shirt. I also wore black boots which rain up my leg under the jeans. The reason for my attire was more because I knew the drinkers wouldn't be angry at me for my dress sense instead of personal taste. I arrived by car in the parking lot, I saw a man leaning against the bar wall. While this was not unusual because plenty of men have waited outside the bar for it to open in the past, this man wore a suit (complete with tie) which was abnormal. His hair was short and brown. He was clean shaved. His facial features were normal mostly. His mouth and eyes were average, so was the shape of his head. His nose appeared larger than average. That's all I remember about him.

He walked towards me, speaking in a clean voice "excuse me sir, can I-". He cut short as he pulled one hand out of his pocket (that he must of slipped in during his sentence) and pulled out a pen-knife. Usually, I am on my guard against people being violent but due to how early in the morning it was and it was a guy who looked as clean and official as he did, I was surprised when I felt a sharp pain in my stomach area. He removed the knife and I grabbed him by his neck. Choking him as he stabbed more, and more, and more. I finally fell to the floor, looking at the clear blue sky. I saw it brighten, a young child glided down on wings, took my hand and made my vision go all white.

At the gate, I saw a man dressed in a white robe. The child led me by my hand to the old man. It was a man with wispy white hair and no facial hair. Unlike the child, he had no white wings. Just a white robe that covered him. Not even any footwear. He greeted me "welcome Micheal, I am Angel Rion. I will be your chessiears...I think you mortals have something similar called...Policemen? Judges? Magistrate? I'm not sure. Sorry Micheal, I'm new to the job".

Before a word could be muttered by me or the child, Rion closed his hand into a prayer and opened them side-ways, bringing out a book. As though it was always there, He pulled down glasses from his hair over his eyes and looked through. "Hhhhhmmmm, Micheal...". I finally choked out "Ye-...Yes ?". "Well Micheal, you're a Christian alright but...Well...You've not done much bad, but you have assisted in mass gluttony. Look, it'll be on your record but you don't deserve the third circle of hell. You didn't actually commit it and you've done too much damage to get into heaven...Look, best I can do is Limbo. Is that fine?" "Well...I-...Uh..." was all I could splatter out until the vision faded out like a black out. When I opened my eyes, I was resting next to a tree. I felt my head, god it was like a bad hangover. It was like a giant field with a large brick wall circling it. One end you could see a small glow. The other end, you couldn't see anything out of. The bricks were large and grey like a stereotypical castle brick work, complete with wooden large gates blocking it. The glowing one had shining brass hinges while the other one had solid dull steel ones. There was many men trying to escape by any means by was being shot down by arrows and bullets, all what looked like a mixture of eras. Why it was, I could only presume by how the men looked, was that the men died in the certain era. Like one man wearing white robes and sandles while a woman with modern dress sense was being shot down with what was likely a rifle.

"God, what now" was the only thing I could think of.

May be carried on, watch the space.