Raada Gates

A long time ago,well, it has probably been several ages since, in a time when the world was controlled by white men in suits, chineese buisnessmen and arabian dictatorships, fthere was a café. It was a rather small café and if you looked at the chairs and the tables, you could see that it was early in the 1940's. The café was full of people this afternoon. At a table by the window there was a woman at the age of 30. She was slowly drinking her tea while she looked out through the window and watched the people that passed. She had just now ended another relationship, and broken another man's heart. She was like that. She liked to play with them. Her relationships had never lasted longer than two months. She always fooled them. She always got their love, gave them hers, and took it back again. She liked to hurt them. She liked to see their pain when she said that everything was over.
  The hot summersun was shining outside the door, and Agatha, for it was so the woman was named, got up from her seat, opened the door and went out on the street. People were walking around everywhere and she looked for another man who was stupid enough to fall for her. Suddenly she saw the perfect man: he was rather small, wore a tie and was carrying a briefcase. He looked like one of those who were apologizing his existance. He went into a pub and ordered a drink to honor his friends who died in an old, bygone war. She was just about to follow him when she felt a hand grabbing her arm, and soon she had been drawn into a dark alley. She couldn't see who it was, and neither could she recognize the voice, when he spoke:
  - It has been many years since you left me, but I haven't been able to go back to my normal life. I have tried to forgive you, and myself. But do you know what, I can't. I have been thinking of you every day for ten years. But it has to stop. I'm here for my revenge.
She didn't have time to say anything. The man had a gun and he shot, and Agatha died.

She opened her eyes and she sat in a room, it looked like a waiting room. The room was full of people. In the other end of the room there was a reception, and a woman called out names.
  - Agatha Rayne, she said, and Agatha got up from her seat.
  - Where am I? she asked the woman. The woman looked surprised at her.
  - You are in the Middleworld, she said, as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world. By all your deeds on the Earth I will decide wheither you will go to heaven, or to hell.
The woman started to look in a heap of paper. She shooked her head and said:
  - It doesn't look so good, actually. I can see here what you have done to all your men. You have leaven every single one of them and because of you 65% have committed suicide, 33% have been posessed and are now in a mental hospital, and only 2% have been recovered. So I have to send you to hell. The door is on the left.
  - Can I have another chance? Agatha said. I promise I'll stop it. I don't deserve to go to hell.
  - Actually you do. I never give anybody a second chance. Left.
Agatha slowly turned around and went out, through the door on the left. She came out to something that looked lika a train station. The floor was hard and cold. The station was very big and she didn't understand why she was here. She got herself a seat on a bench next to an old man. In discretion she looked at him. His face was old, and she could see that he had seen what he needed to see. He staredat nothing, and his face looked empty. Many people were sitting on the other benches, but still it was quiet. Nobody said anything. Nobody made a sound. No one was breathing. Neither did Agatha. But everyone were staring at nothing at all.
  - What are you thinking of? fshe asked the man, and he turned his head and stared at her. But he didn't say anything. She looked away and discovered that everyone at the station were staring at her, as if her question had disturbed her silence in some way. Then there was a deafening noise and a train rolled in to the station. A voice in the speaker, it must have been the same woman from the reciption, said:
  - The train to hell will leave in three minutes.
Agatha got on the train. She barely had the time to do that before the train started to drive with a furious pace. It didn't take more than just a few seconds. TThe train stopped and a voice said:
  - End station.
She got off the train and she was standing in front of two huge gates made of wood. Over the gates it was written:
Rada Gates.
  She had been taught that the hell, that was a place warm as the sun and it was fire everywhere. You would be thrown in to the fire, where you'd be burned for all eternity. But on the contrary the hell was rather cold. The Rada Gates were opened and she, together with the others that had been on the train, walked in. They were walking on a wide path, the nature around them was deserted, exept for some dead trees, black roses and thistles. Thistles of iron. It was not dark, but it wasn't bright either. The ground they were walking on was flat but at the horizon there were high mountains. Everything reminded her of a black and white photograph that you should be careful with, when you touch. It reminded her of a feeling, fading lika a rose. It reminded her of something that wasn't right. But still....
  She didn't wanted to stop walking, she was frightened, but curious. She was frightened of what would happen, but curious of where she would end up. The hell wasn't at all like she had expected. Now she realized that the humans didn't know anything about heaven or hell.
  - Their pathetic ideas were just an illusion, she said to herself. A lie they used to frighten children with.
Back then, a long time ago, when the world was controlled by white men in suits, chineese buisnessmen and arabian dictatorships.