Shot to Hell:
You know, I should probably be angry about all this
I mean, I am dead after all...
Still, I suppose there could be worse things in life
Of course, it did hurt you know; when you shot me
Oh my god! I thought I've just been shot!
The bleeding wasn't the worst part of the ordeal though
Instead, the worst part of entire situation was the feeling of slowly dying
the feeling of losing the life inside your body...
Some might say that it feels like being buried in a blizzard
but for me, it was more like jumping head first into an icy sea
I couldn't move and I couldn't speak...
all I could do was to simply hang there limp and wait for the water to fill my lungs
All of a sudden, quick as a flash, I ended up here
here in this realm of flames and smoke, dust and death, desolation and sorrow...
As the pillars of fire reached for the sky, I found myself drifing down
deep into the depths of this realm, like a cartridge spent from a gun
At first, I was confused by all of this
I wondered what exactly might have happened to me
but then, I remembered you. You and your disgusting face
the last sight that I got to see before the darkness came and captured me...
Oh yes, I remember you very clearly my friend
and the big man himself has given me a special honour
I will be allowed to wait here you see, for the moment when you first arrive
and as you walk through these fiery gates...we will all be waiting to greet you
I was surprised you know, by how much things have changed from the stories
we no longer use simple pitchforks and fire. That's just laughable!
Instead, we have something much more delicious for the likes of you
Do you know the feeling of being stripped of all your bones
Stripped and hung like a loose bedsheet, from a tree of iron spikes
Here you will be buffeted constantly by the howling winds
until the very flesh from your body is torn away, piece by loving piece
Bullets, tear gas? No that's much too simple for you...
your mind is weak and that is why you crumbled and gave in to madness
but here, the imagination becomes the very source of our power
and so I need you to imagine; imagine all the horrible things we are waiting to do to you...
For instance, allow us to feed you with tiny pellets that swell inside your stomach
they grow in size and density, swelling up, until they rupture you internally
It will allow you to die, over and over, choking in your own fluids
until you've finally satisfied me with your cries for mercy...
I have so much more in store for you here my friend
and I am waiting so eagerly for you to finally get here...
Come visit me soon, my dearest killer, for there is much I want to share
I wish to show you, that there is something so much worse than the mere loss of life...
You thought yourself to be the Joker, the crown prince of crime
but in the end you are the same as every other psychopath
Bearing delusions of grandeur, yet little more than a mewling kitten
in the face of a true horror...
Come my son...come close...we are all so eager to meet you again...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 21st July 2012