I put on my gloves. They were very hot. My told me she wouldn't be able to live without me. I have to do this. My time is done. I should have died 4 years ago. Death has lost his touch. 4 years ago, I was crushed by a locomotive. There was nothing left of my body. Then I saw him. Death himself. He wasn't as menacing as I feared he would be. He was a patient young man. He had a cane. His left leg was bandaged. He told me that is was fairly common for someone who had just died to try to attack him. He told me that this man was a sinner who feared hell. He took his fear out on death. When he told me I made it, I rejoiced. But it all changed when he showed me my wife. She was prepared to take her own life in grief. Death told me that self inflicted death rarely made it to heaven. At that moment, I ran from death. His crippled leg prevented him from being able to catch me. I ran back to the mortal world. I returned just in time to see my wife. She screamed, and dropped the knife. My right hand began to burn. Tattooed into my skin was the print, "This man cheated death; kill him." Death had helpers in the mortal world. If they ever see my mark, I will surely die. I guaranteed my self a place in hell to save my wife. And I must live with that decision. Then I saw the light. A spot of hope. There is a way to be saved.... A second chance... then the mark faded.1234 copyright protection950ＰＥＮＡＮＡeouHNVZDYC 尼

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