Short Story: 2 Souls blog - Sab3rr

I always wondered what heaven would be like. An empty white space? A paradise filled with everything you could ever dream of? Well I can’t tell you because I couldn’t remember any of it. Yes, I was there and might go back, all depends on what he is planning next.

‘He’ was the person that caused my first, shall I say visit?, to heaven, or just the life after life. And it all began with my end, or death if you will. I remember most of it, although as the days pass it all becomes more fogged up...

All went black in an instant. Shock, pain, disorientation, feeling like my mind is in a void I try to make sense of what just happened, “Am I asleep? No, I’ve dreamt before, this is not the same.”
Then it hit me, and the shock was just as bad as when it all went black the first time. I’m dead? It’s over? Confusion overtook me, then sadness, such a mix of emotion it was hard to notice all wasn’t black around me anymore.

I don’t remember the world around me at the time, but there were definitely others around me, I could feel them. And now I could hears someone, talking to me. It was strange because I could recognise him, although I couldn’t see him, but he was pictured in my mind as he spoke.

“Well this sucks. Never liked art and the one artist I find that does the same job I do, kicks the bucket. Now I’m once again stuck with no-one to appreciate what I also love,” I thought as I went to bed one night.
It was early in the evening. I had to get up early for work. “At least I love what I do, makes me feel closer to what I dream about,” Was the final thought I could remember as I tried to get sleep that night. But I couldn’t sleep that night.

It was this artist that was talking to me. “Alex? Oi Alex, don’t be scared. It’s ok. Open your mind,” he said, “Your living the dream now! C’mon, listen to me, look.”
“Look” was maybe the word I would use on Earth, but I knew what he meant. I opened my mind and the confusion, sadness, it all left me.

Wait, I remember abit more now, talking about it helps. Uhm, yes this part I remember now.

We were soaring high, in clouds, that seemed to stretch infinitely. I could sense air rushing past me. And next to me Dennis was flying with me and he was a dragon! The one thing I loved dreaming about, dargons. My excitement boiled over as I discover that I was also a dragon!
“Is this heaven?” I shouted at the artist, his profile said his name was Dennis.
“For you and me, I believe so,” Dennis replied with a big smile on his face, his scales glittering in sunlight that now peered through the clouds.
We flew and flew, just savouring the moment, when Dennis landed on a cloud. I followed, but he Dennis looking below him, a dark expression on his face. The thunderous clap of my wings rang in my ears as I landed next to him. “This is great! Wow, I could stay here forever,” I shouted, but Dennis cut me off.
“Alex, I know the way you are feeling now, but, I have to make you remember,” he said.
“What are you talking about? The only thing I don’t remember is how I...” I stammered.
“Yes, how you died. It isn’t fate’s choice that you are here,” Dennis said.
“What are you talking abo..” The confusion returned, but as I spoke, my mind was filled by everything that was happening just before it all went black.

“Alex! God Damnit man, focus!” Peterson shouted, as we were dangling several meters in the air. Huge power lines stretching before me, of into the horizon on each side.
I knew why Peterson was shouting at me, I wasn’t concentrating, the lack of sleep from last night taking its toll.
“Yeah I got this, don’t worry,” I replied, as I inspected the power lines for any wear, thinking.
I loved my job, it was the one place it felt like a was flying, without a care. Soaring in the air, just like in my dreams. As a big dragon just stretching my wings and gliding off into the horizon. And now the only artist that knows this same feeling and depicted it in his art, is dead. The one artist that had the same job as me, and understood.
This wasn’t the best time to be zoning out tough. The chopper looking for power leaks was waiting for me to finish so it could move on. The pilot was getting annoyed. He was already trying to move on, regardless of me.
“Ok done.” I shouted at Peterson. But as I wanted to move on, I fumbled, dropping one of my tools as I was busy securing it, “Oops.”
“Oh of the love of...Alex! C’mon let's get on with it,” Peterson was shouting.
“Sorry. Wait I got a spare back in the helo,” I replied, this annoying the chopper pilot further.
“Well make it quick, we aren’t supposed to be moving to and from the helo this close to a potential leak,” Peterson shouted.
I hoisted myself up on the cables that held me suspended under a platform attacked to the side of the helicopter. The heli was already moving to the next area, something that he wasn’t supposed to do, but we were on a tight schedule. I was halfway onto the platform, when the pilot shouted, “Wait, there it is! The leak, I see it on the sensor!”
“Wait, don’t get to close, I’m not in the chopper yet!” I yelled, I felt the helo jerk, the pilot trying to stop, but we kept gliding along the wire. I pushed myself onto the platform, just as the helo jerked again and my foot swung out, hitting the wire.
“Shit, we got contact! Alex!” Peterson shouted, but is was too late. He wanted me in the chopper fast, he got his wish. The force of the electricity flung me into the chopper and out the other side.
Just as the sensation of falling overtook me, it was black. Dennis was staring at me again.
“The schedule was tight that day wasn’t it?” he said.
“Yes it was, but how do you know?” I replied a frown on my face...or snout I guess.
“You may know that I did the same job as you, but you never knew where right? Well I was closer than you think. I’m from inspection team one. The team that was a man down,” Dennis said.

That day we were rushed to work due to team one not being able to function, it’s helo pilot having died in a crash during a training exercise. I never occurred to me that is was Dennis. His artist profile saying he died in a car accident.

“I knew it would upset you Alex, so I made sure I stayed distant.” Dennis said.
“But, how would you know that? Sure I made contact with you on your art, but I never spoke to you about my personal life,” I said with growing concern.

“I know because we share the same alter ego Alex, and he is now running amock on Earth as we speak,” Dennis said, raising his chin, his eyes lighting up.