Everyone wants to go to heaven but, no one wants to die “Everyone wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die… that’s why they send me." Michael lay on the uncomfortable mattress of fate that was the church floor. He just laid and waited. He had promised himself that he would not run, he would not hide. He would simply lie here in the judgment of god and await his fate. It had a gun for a mouth its heart was the trigger and its fists the bullets. These were the things Michael had heard about the creature coming for him. So why deny it. The church door let loose a weak groan as it opened, embarrassed it could no longer stop the noises of the outside world polluting the silence. Clunk tap, clunk tap, clunk tap. It approached. Jolts of adrenaline invaded Michael’s old limbs, urging him to move. He ignored the summons, his mind was made. Clunk tap cluck tap clunk tap. It stood over him. Its tattoos danced around its limbs flirting with the flickering candle light. One of its hands loosely held a sawn off, the other slowly removed a cigarette from within the smokey mask that embraced its face. Demon like eyes glared through the smoke. Michael could feel their judgment ripping through his soul mocking his conscious. The smoke faded revealing the creature’s full form to Michael. Michael finally realised it was not a creature but a man. His monster he had built in his mind designed by his imagination was in reality merely a man. He felt the chains of fear that had binded him loosen and he launched his limbs into action in an attempt to stand. Thud. A boot sent him back onto the floor, the chains of fear re-emerged twice as strong to bind him. He tried to breathe but the air would not come. “Did you know Michael, you and I have something in common… we’re both good men.” The man’s face twisted into a wicked grin. “But this is not a time for good men, this is a time for bad men Michael.” Michael could hear voices chatting and hooting merrily outside. “Everyone has a dark place within them, you, me, in fact all the people in this village have it buried inside of them.” He tweaked his head and clicked his tongue. “I am here to lead them to it”. Click…