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The blistering heat from the eternal flames licked at the desolate waste land, weeds shriveled between the cracks of the orange clay that made up the ground, even sweat dried up on your flesh before it could reach the thirsty ground. Even though the moon was full and thick rancid gray clouds polluted the sky, the valley was as hot as hell its self.

Grim shadows scuttled from the city ruins, in search for some flesh to devour; however, nothing could be found for everything it the heated valley was dead. Or so they thought.

A young man, about the age of 18 or 19 walked the scorching road. His raven black hair fell over the left side of his face, his emerald green eye (that wasn’t covered by his hair) scanned the forsaken city. A rotting corpse laid in the gutter, the harsh torridity causing the blood and skin to foam and bubble, the scent of death made the teen grimace.

“I just want to leave this hell hole…and go back to…him…”   He thought grievously as he dragged his motorcycle through the baked city street. The teen’s heart ached for his love, but their love was a sin. Two man couldn’t possible be together! This is how he ended up here in the 1st place. Love brought him to hell. But he didn’t care, the teen is not going to let pit of loathsome emotions bring him down! He was going to escape.

Tightening the bandanna around his head and adjusting the one around his neck. The juvenile teen hopped on his motorcycle, shaking hands grasped the handle bars, his thumb resting on the gas.

“I will see you again…Zack!” He reassured himself. To him, Zack was everything he could ever want. Pure, good, and right. Of course Zack had flaws as well; an appalling drug addiction, drinking problem, and tend to be quite perverted and offensive at times. Nerveless to Jessie, the teen trapped in hell, Zack was perfect.

Jessie clenched the gas and the motorcycle accelerated forward with a roar, leaving a trail of smog and flames behind in his wake. The teen had to get to the gate of Heaven before dawn arouse, for the malicious power of hell would surly drag him back to stay another night.

The black haired teen’s heart throbbed wildly, like a frighten bird in a cage, he was nearing the highway of Hell. Nothing stood in Jessie’s way as he advanced to the exit, He was going to see his love again! That’s when the ground shifted causing the teenager’s ride to get more formidable.

The bodies of the dammed awaked, faces twisted in horridly with their anguish.

“You cannot escape foolish child!”

“Do you really think you can just get through hell on a silly bike?”

“It will take more then that to escape!”

It was going to take more then their hallow, melancholy words to stop him. Jessie flicked his wrist and the motorcycle’s engine bellowed such energy, that it collide with the wall of forsaken souls and progressed on its way toward the highway to Hell at a neck breaking speed.

Finally, Jessie reached the highway of Hell. It was only a little ways from here. The raven haired boy smiled, a wholehearted smile. His arms shook with excitement, anticipation to see his lover charged every fiber of his being. Jessie closed his eyes for a brief moment, remembering the times he and Zack had on Earth. Even when his life was a living hell, he always had Zack by his side. Whenever he contemplated suicide, all it took was Zack’s promising words and voice, and the wretched thoughts would vanish. That’s when Jessie realized, if he were to be dammed, he’d rather be dammed with Zack.

He revved the engine of the bike, and shot off down the turnpike, melting the asphalt as he went. Jessie fastened is grip on the bike’s handle bar till his knuckles turned white. He could see the pure white come into view, he was so close! Jessie’s mind flashed back to Zack, his black and green haired lover waiting for him, his stunning cerulean eyes lined perfectly with just the right amount of eyeliner, his flawless lips curled into a handsome smirk as if saying. “What took ya so long Jess? You kept me waiting!” and he’d laugh at how cute Jessie looked when he was embarrassed. Jessie opened his eyes and regretted it almost instantly.

There was a curve that he didn’t see coming, and was too delayed to make any kind of displacement.

He crashed right off of Hell’s Highway.

The teenager had no time to react, he tumbled down the slope. Jagged crags and stalagmites piercing his skin, his blood was hardily noticed among the brick red stones. With a sickening crack Jessie landed on the desiccated earth, his leg fractured in such an angle that didn’t seem plausible. Jessie let out a small petrified whimper as he tried to army crawl to a safer destination when his silver-black motorcycle plummeted right after.

CRUNCH!

The bike landed directly on his legs and lower back. Jessie wailed in pure anguish, though his screams of peril fell upon deaf ears. He was a fugitive of hell now, not even the rotting souls in the deeps parts of  Hell will dare save the teen. Jessie’s breathing came out as shaky wheezes, tears brimming from the corners of his deep forest green eyes.

“H-how could I be so close to him…y-yet so far…?” Jessie whispered quietly his hand trembling has he extended his arm out toward the alluring white light that held what was most precious to him…his lover…his heart. The ebony haired teen let out a pained sob, maybe this was a sign that they were not meant for each other…that their love truly were sinned. Jessie wept, the sobs shaking his torn and twisted body, at the foot of his burning bike.

An iron bell in the distance chimed 12 times, its eerie deep melody sounded some what comforting to the teen. The edge of his eye site began to darken and become blurry and faded. Jessie began to relax, accepting his death, though his hand remained outstretched unwilling to give up on his love.
The iron bell went silent. The only sound was the gradual slowing of his heart.

Ba…bump……ba…bump……ba…bump…..

This was the end, the teen will never again be reunited with his love, he went against all odds…and lost miserably. Jessie’s eyes lulled closed, all the pain of his broken and charred body faded. A soft sigh of relief escaped his chapped lips. For a moment…just a moment, he felt as peace.

And as quickly as it came, he felt a sharp throbbing pain in his back. Jessie groaned and gritted his teeth, gnawing on his lower lip to hold back a howl of  agony.

RIIIIIIP!

Two huge gray and black bat wings split from his back. Blood and torn flesh hung from the leathery wings like ornaments and tinsel on a Christmas tree. The hideous wings stretched out wide, pulsing veins and arteries can be seen through the thin veil of flesh from the wings.  Jessie squeezed his eyes shut and the wings began flapping causing clouds of dust and smoke to be twittered across the dessert. The wings gained enough momentum and Jessie felt himself being lifted from on underneath his bike and soon he was hovering in the air. The teenager grinned, looking at the ground below him, then to the radiant light, to where Zack was waiting. Jessie reached the gates of heaven, just in time too, for the sun was beginning to break through the revolting gray clouds, over the dehydrated valley.


Like a bat out of hell
I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone gone gone

Description
The blistering heat from the eternal flames licked at the desolate waste land, weeds shriveled between the cracks of the orange clay that made up the ground, even sweat dried up on your flesh before it could reach the thirsty ground. Even though the moon was full and thick rancid gray clouds polluted the sky, the valley was as hot as hell its self.

Grim shadows scuttled from the city ruins, in search for some flesh to devour; however, nothing could be found for everything it the heated valley was dead. Or so they thought.

A young man, about the age of 18 or 19 walked the scorching road. His raven black hair fell over the left side of his face, his emerald green eye (that wasn’t covered by his hair) scanned the forsaken city. A rotting corpse laid in the gutter, the harsh torridity causing the blood and skin to foam and bubble, the scent of death made the teen grimace.

“I just want to leave this hell hole…and go back to…him…”   He thought grievously as he dragged his motorcycle through the baked city street. The teen’s heart ached for his love, but their love was a sin. Two man couldn’t possible be together! This is how he ended up here in the 1st place. Love brought him to hell. But he didn’t care, the teen is not going to let pit of loathsome emotions bring him down! He was going to escape.

Tightening the bandanna around his head and adjusting the one around his neck. The juvenile teen hopped on his motorcycle, shaking hands grasped the handle bars, his thumb resting on the gas.

“I will see you again…Zack!” He reassured himself. To him, Zack was everything he could ever want. Pure, good, and right. Of course Zack had flaws as well; an appalling drug addiction, drinking problem, and tend to be quite perverted and offensive at times. Nerveless to Jessie, the teen trapped in hell, Zack was perfect.

Jessie clenched the gas and the motorcycle accelerated forward with a roar, leaving a trail of smog and flames behind in his wake. The teen had to get to the gate of Heaven before dawn arouse, for the malicious power of hell would surly drag him back to stay another night.

The black haired teen’s heart throbbed wildly, like a frighten bird in a cage, he was nearing the highway of Hell. Nothing stood in Jessie’s way as he advanced to the exit, He was going to see his love again! That’s when the ground shifted causing the teenager’s ride to get more formidable.

The bodies of the dammed awaked, faces twisted in horridly with their anguish.

“You cannot escape foolish child!”

“Do you really think you can just get through hell on a silly bike?”

“It will take more then that to escape!”

It was going to take more then their hallow, melancholy words to stop him. Jessie flicked his wrist and the motorcycle’s engine bellowed such energy, that it collide with the wall of forsaken souls and progressed on its way toward the highway to Hell at a neck breaking speed.

Finally, Jessie reached the highway of Hell. It was only a little ways from here. The raven haired boy smiled, a wholehearted smile. His arms shook with excitement, anticipation to see his lover charged every fiber of his being. Jessie closed his eyes for a brief moment, remembering the times he and Zack had on Earth. Even when his life was a living hell, he always had Zack by his side. Whenever he contemplated suicide, all it took was Zack’s promising words and voice, and the wretched thoughts would vanish. That’s when Jessie realized, if he were to be dammed, he’d rather be dammed with Zack.

He revved the engine of the bike, and shot off down the turnpike, melting the asphalt as he went. Jessie fastened is grip on the bike’s handle bar till his knuckles turned white. He could see the pure white come into view, he was so close! Jessie’s mind flashed back to Zack, his black and green haired lover waiting for him, his stunning cerulean eyes lined perfectly with just the right amount of eyeliner, his flawless lips curled into a handsome smirk as if saying. “What took ya so long Jess? You kept me waiting!” and he’d laugh at how cute Jessie looked when he was embarrassed. Jessie opened his eyes and regretted it almost instantly.

There was a curve that he didn’t see coming, and was too delayed to make any kind of displacement.

He crashed right off of Hell’s Highway.

The teenager had no time to react, he tumbled down the slope. Jagged crags and stalagmites piercing his skin, his blood was hardily noticed among the brick red stones. With a sickening crack Jessie landed on the desiccated earth, his leg fractured in such an angle that didn’t seem plausible. Jessie let out a small petrified whimper as he tried to army crawl to a safer destination when his silver-black motorcycle plummeted right after.

CRUNCH!

The bike landed directly on his legs and lower back. Jessie wailed in pure anguish, though his screams of peril fell upon deaf ears. He was a fugitive of hell now, not even the rotting souls in the deeps parts of  Hell will dare save the teen. Jessie’s breathing came out as shaky wheezes, tears brimming from the corners of his deep forest green eyes.

“H-how could I be so close to him…y-yet so far…?” Jessie whispered quietly his hand trembling has he extended his arm out toward the alluring white light that held what was most precious to him…his lover…his heart. The ebony haired teen let out a pained sob, maybe this was a sign that they were not meant for each other…that their love truly were sinned. Jessie wept, the sobs shaking his torn and twisted body, at the foot of his burning bike.

An iron bell in the distance chimed 12 times, its eerie deep melody sounded some what comforting to the teen. The edge of his eye site began to darken and become blurry and faded. Jessie began to relax, accepting his death, though his hand remained outstretched unwilling to give up on his love.
The iron bell went silent. The only sound was the gradual slowing of his heart.

Ba…bump……ba…bump……ba…bump…..

This was the end, the teen will never again be reunited with his love, he went against all odds…and lost miserably. Jessie’s eyes lulled closed, all the pain of his broken and charred body faded. A soft sigh of relief escaped his chapped lips. For a moment…just a moment, he felt as peace.

And as quickly as it came, he felt a sharp throbbing pain in his back. Jessie groaned and gritted his teeth, gnawing on his lower lip to hold back a howl of  agony.

RIIIIIIP!

Two huge gray and black bat wings split from his back. Blood and torn flesh hung from the leathery wings like ornaments and tinsel on a Christmas tree. The hideous wings stretched out wide, pulsing veins and arteries can be seen through the thin veil of flesh from the wings.  Jessie squeezed his eyes shut and the wings began flapping causing clouds of dust and smoke to be twittered across the dessert. The wings gained enough momentum and Jessie felt himself being lifted from on underneath his bike and soon he was hovering in the air. The teenager grinned, looking at the ground below him, then to the radiant light, to where Zack was waiting. Jessie reached the gates of heaven, just in time too, for the sun was beginning to break through the revolting gray clouds, over the dehydrated valley.


Like a bat out of hell
I’ll be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell I’ll be gone gone gone