Pushed!

Bruce and Myrtle were good people.

Kind, caring, modern angels devoted to family and friends, the epitome of a loving couple making the world a better place.

On that Monday they were caught in a horrific head-on car collision in which they were horrendously mutilated, suffered whilst terribly trapped in the wreckage and eventually died of severe blood loss at the scene.

Their souls rose above the carnage, as did that of Tool, the uninsured unlicensed drugged-up teenage moron who had been speeding on the wrong side of the road.

The three stared at each other during their rise to the sky, a growing stand-off of hatred and malice crisping the edges of their beings.

"You murdered us!"

"Oh fuck off you posh fuckers. I'm dead too in case you hadn't fuckin noticed!"

"You murdered us in cold blood! You and your drugs!"

"So fuckin what! What makes you so special,? Everyone fuckin dies in the end'

"We hope you burn in Hell Tool!"

"Not if I can help it you toffee-nosed cunts!"

The three souls ascended towards the light in the clouds, leaving the bloodbath pooling in the country lane far behind them, its gore, flatlines and mayhem a distant finale to their short mortal lives.

Upon reaching the celestial station two long queues were forming for the trains.

Large floating signs clarified which queue was which and lays made sure the right souls went in the correct lines.

The two signs were Innocents and Sinners.

Bruce and Myrtle were checked over and guided into the Innocents queue. Tool was told to get into Sinners. 

The lines were vast and more and more souls from around the globe swelled the numbers.

"I wonder how long all this will take Bruce?'

"I guess they've a lot of checks to do to get it right my darling"

"Oh shut the fuck up you two will you! Who gives a shit how long it takes! We're fuckin dead ain't we!" Shouted Tool overhearing them from the adjacent single file.

After about two hours of queuing the lines were divided into two further ones, now totalling four.

Innocents were divided into Graceful and Angelic and Sinners split into Cardinal and Demonic. 

Bruce and Myrtle were funnelled into Angelic and Tool into Demonic. The two lines were side by side and Tool glared at the young couple.

"You make me fuckin sick you fuckin goody two-shoes! I bet you were born with a silver spoon up your arses! My parents beat me to a pulp every fuckin day and told me that they hated my guts!"

At that moment they were facing two trains, one bound for Heaven and one Hell.

"We hate your guts too and we hope you rot in purgatory forever!" Yelled Myrtle at the seething Tool.

Suddenly the sinner boy grabbed Myrtle's arm and pushed her into the Hell carriage, himself leaping off and jumping into the departing train destined for Heaven.

Bruce, devastated by what had just happened, pressed his face against the rear window staring at his beloved, as her car pulled away bound for the infernal regions of Hellfire.

"Noooooooooooooooooooo! Myrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrtle!" 

He bellowed at the top of his voice, his heart breaking into a million shards, the other occupants of the carriage staring at him with tears in their eyes.

All except Tool.

He was laughing like a hyena at the kill.

"Serves you fuckin right you stuck-up twat! Can't even look after your bitch!"

Bruce glared at Tool, his rage convulsing inside him like a warhead and he screamed.

"I will kill you Tool! I will hunt you down! It doesn't matter where you go! Even if I have to battle with God himself I'll end your days forever you absolute fucking wastrel! For what you have done to Myrtle, my betrothed, this is my solemn vow!"

Tool howled and loped up and down the carriage like a wolf.

The train was hurtling now, the stops en-route flying by ......

Elysium, Cloud Nine, Blue Yonder, Shangri-La, Nirvana, the Pearly Gates and eventually the terminus of the sunlit Paradise.

Tool shoved the other souls out of the way and was first through the opening doors.

Bruce was second and tore after him shrieking all the way.

"I will fuckin tear you limb from limb you bastard scum of the earth!"

On the train bound for Hell Myrtle sat completely still in her seat. The only sound that could be discerned from her was a quiet sobbing, the tears rolling down her reddened cheeks.

"You're an innocent aren't you?" Said a woman opposite.

"She's more than that, she's an angelic!" Added a man.

"Christ, how did you end up on this train Missy? Things like that just don't happen!"

"It was Tool. My murderer. He took my place on the other train" wailed Myrtle, "I just want to be with my Bruce!" 

The carriage of Cardinal sinners grimaced as they saw her heart breaking, an act so selfless and sad that even they were pushed toward compassion.

The stops on the line to Hell shot past.

Limbo, Down Below, the Stygian Fields, Gehenna, Purgatory and the final station of Tartarus in the dark centre of Hell itself. 

Each of the souls of the sinners was dragged away by ferocious demons, including Myrtle's, who screamed and screamed that she didn't belong there as the fiend pulled her along the ground by her hair.

After some time the demons threw their quarries into an individual pit, where they leapt in and began to tear the incumbent to shreds, only for them to be repaired overnight, upon which the torment began again. 

When it became known that an innocent and an angelic had been captured a whole coven of devils jumped in and ingratiated themselves with violent carnal pleasures, violating Myrtle's gentle soul over and over, ignoring her increasingly desperate screams for God's fabled mercy.

The soul that was once Myrtle was affronted, dismembered, assaulted, battered and restored every day and night in her personal Hell, her demon and his many associates grinning all the while in the terrible darkness.

In Paradise Bruce had cornered Tool beneath the throne of the Almighty and with a vengeful rage rarely ever witnessed in Heaven, ripped the murderous teen's self into a thousand detestable pieces and ate them.

For this heinous act of hubris and wrath at the sacred feet of the Lord himself Bruce was escorted to the terminus by arc-angels and thrown onto the next train straight to Hell.

As it's fiery wheels rattled and screeched towards the torments of Tartarus Bruce regurgitated Tool and yelled in his face.

"Now you fuckin cretinous moron, you are going where you belong, with all the other heathen scrotes in the fires of Hell!"

As they were pulled out of the carriage the two enemies fought with their furious demons and everything became a dreadful mess.

As the dust settled with his demon holding him tight, Bruce stared in a absolute horror as Tool pushed past his own and leapt into the one pit surrounded by half the devils.

Laughing like a lunatic he jumped bellowing just four words.

"Oh Myrtle! It's Tool!"