[ WP ] One person says to the other `` I 'll see you in hell '' before dying . Time passes and the second person dies and goes to hell . The two people reunite .

The Man lies in his cell crippled from wounds that have already healed. His flesh still feels freshly torn, toungue freshly ripped and light sears his eyes previously blinded. He wants water, his throat crumbling with every breath, but the dripping sound he hears around him seems to have source; and even if it did, he could n't drag his burnt feet across the pointed floor to reach it. 
 
 It has been two weeks, and he has a visitor. 
 
 The Bastard enters the room confidently, comfortably, striding over the small points in large boots. He smiles upon entering, feigning sympathy for the crippled thing before him, but finding moisture enough in his mouth to spit down on it. 
 
 `` You do n't look good.'' 
 
 The Man slowly lifts his freshly broken kneck, wheezing painfully to catch a glimpse of the voice he feels he recognises. His eyes adjust to the rotten sight of the Bastard. 
 
 `` Guesd you were right about seeing me again.'' 
 
 The Bastard begins to pace around the cell, taking in every dark corner, pausing his loud footsteps to listen to the faint screams that echo through the door from outside. 
 
 `` You...'' The Man says, trying desperately not to crack his paper lips. 
 
 `` Me.'' The Bastard smiles widely. 
 
 Bored of his exploration, the Bastard approached the Man and stood before him, dipping his body and arching his neck to get a good look at the specimen before him. He tuts. 
 
 `` They really did a number on you, did n't they?'' 
 
 The Man stares desperately into his eyes, his laboured breathing filled with contempt. The Bastard furrows his brow, and jabs a fat finger in his face. 
 
 `` You're still mad about what I did, are n't you? You know you really should n't hold onto the past.'' 
 
 The Man continued to stare. 
 
 `` Besides I think you over reacted when you took us both down here. You were n't there before she died - maybe she enjoyed it.'' 
 
 The Bastard jumped back as the Man lunged for him, his earnest alarm soon replaced by malicious laughter as the man collapsed in unexpressable agony on the floor in front of him, sobbing into the ground he could n't lift his head from. 
 
 `` Why...'' The Man whispered, when he could draw enough breath. 
 
 `` Why what? Why did I do it? Speak up, you were a whole lot more talkative with a gun in your hand. I miss the old you.'' 
 
 `` Why... Are you not... Like me.'' The Man choked out the last words, his jaw shaking and the skin around his mouth peeling away. 
 
 `` Oh! You mean you do n't know? I'd have thought you'd have figured that out by now, I'll makd it clear. I mean shit, look at you, you deserve a little help.'' 
 
 The Bastard leant down and, ignoring his screams, turned the Man's head from the ground sk that they could see eye to eye. 
 
 `` This is your Hell, buddy. Why the fuck would I be suffering here?'' 
 

