The air was stinking with the smell of corroded bones in the mud of flesh and blood. The people standing in it were numb to that smell, cheering and shouting out loud.

A man wearing a black suit was walking, tearing a crowd into two. With a touch of air, the corner of his jacket was flowing into the air and pushing his black tie on his shoulder. His dark black hair was wet and rolling all over his face touching his lips which has been darkened with continuous smoking of cigarettes. 

A dark black jaguar was walking along with him, taking slow and heavy steps. The jaguar was dark and almost invisible in the night, only his golden eyes can be seen, walking like the two headlights of the car. 

In the left hand, the man is holding the right leg of a man pulling the man with him. The man on the ground wearing a suit, which colour is hard to recognise due to the layer of thick blood over it. 

Winston takes out a silver case of cigarettes from the pocket inside his jacket with his right hand, carries that case to his mouth and takes out one cigarette from it with his lips. As he put the case back inside his jacket, looked towards the man in the crowd, the man came forward with a lighter in his hand and lit his cigarette. 

Winston took a deep breath of smoke inside his soul, which touched every particle of his soul and created a sensation, which he used to feel when he was alive and had a physical body. 

At the centre of the crowd, there was a big stone. To reach that stone there are seven steps. 

As Winston climbs up the stairs, the wind strikes his jacket hard, making the feather in his inner pocket slightly visible. 

Winston threw the man that he was holding with his hand at the centre of the stone. And turn to look at the crowd. Everyone was shouting his name, they were shouting as if they had found their saviour. One can see it in their eyes, the pride, and the sense of achievement that they were feeling with someone else's achievement. As if it was their own. 

Maybe they did achieve something today. Is there a bigger achievement for a soul, living in hell, than finding hope? 

"There is joy in vengeance, '' Winston said softly, and the crowd stopped shouting. A silence fell all over, a deep silence. Only a sound of wind can be heard, roaming through the crowd and entering the forest. 

"I didn't seek vengeance for joy though, it's about self-respect." He said disturbing the sound of the wind. His voice was a bit heavy this time. 

"The enemy of Winston must know that Winston never forgets and neither he fucking forgives." He said with a firm voice, a bit louder, that his voice started echoing. 

A man appeared in the middle of deserted land, it was dark everywhere. Half-moon was flickering in the sky, it's the only source to see what's around.

It was Winston, who had just died. Winston starts walking, without knowing where he was going, there is no way to understand the routes and directions here, everything looks the same. Dark and glittering with silver moonlight. 

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He was walking for hours now, to his amazement he didn't feel any of the tiredness, after that continuous long walk. 

He keeps walking in the hope that he might find someone or something. Part of him also wanted to be left alone, the fact of being with himself is frightening as well as encouraging for him. 

Hours passed but there was no sign of morning, instead, the moon looked smaller.

Winston somehow started to see more clearly than before. Living in the dark for a while and you start getting used to it, he thinks in his mind, taking a glance at his memories. 

At a far distance, he saw something, something like a dot, and a green shade around it. "Finally this fucking desert end", he said to himself, and start walking towards it.

It was a bar, with a wall without colours, a busted window, and the smell of a fish market. 

Winston stand at a distance from the bar and notice it, with wide-open eyes, " this is a fucking hell, I have no more doubts", he said with a sarcastic tone and walk towards the gate.

There were four people in the bar, two were playing cards, one was passed out on a table, and one was at the counter looking at his half-filled drink. Thinking.

Winston takes a look at everyone, the guys who were playing cards notice him entering, both the players look at each other and start playing again.

Winston walks towards the counter and sits on a chair beside a thinking man. On the other side of the counter, there were a few bottles on the dirty rack. 

Winston, take a look at the bottles, it has liquid of various colours, the unusual thing about liquid is that they look like someone added something lustrous into them.

Sitting on a chair Winston takes a look behind the counter, there is no one there to serve those lustrous liquids. Winston turns his gaze towards the door. 

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, " you look thirsty". Winston turned back towards the voice, it was a woman with dark light skin and curling hair rolling over her chest. She was looking unusually beautiful with her seductive smile. 

Winston was shocked, for a moment, thinking where she came from. But going with a moment, with a little pause, he says, " bit". 

"Then what do you like to have?", she said and looked at him like she was offering more than just a liquid.

Winston looked at her seductive eyes, a thin smile spread over his face, and said,

" I don't have anything to pay".

" You sure about that", the woman said, with a miscellaneous smile and looked straight into his eyes and turned towards the shelf where lustrous liquid was placed. She picked a blue-coloured liquid bottle, took out its lid, and poured that liquid into a circular glass. 

" it's from horse soul, smuggled from Warrington forest", she gives glass into his hand scantily touching his finger for a moment.

Winston notices her touch and looks towards the liquid in a glass. He thinks for a moment and then looks at a woman, there is a pause of suspicion in his eye, but look firmly and says, "fuck it, I can't die again", and starts drinking it. 

It tastes like a fine whisky, he likes the taste with a first sip. And he finished his drink with another sip. 

" thank you", he says, as he finishes his drink and puts the glass on a table.

Women smile as if she has achieved something.

"So how do things work here? Winston asked, feeling a little whirling.

" you will know, let the time come", the woman said with a mysterious smile.

Winston looked at the people playing cards, both of them were masculine, and had long beards, one of them had a clean-shaven head.  

Suddenly, his vision started to feel blurry, he turned towards the woman, and before he could say anything, he fell out of his chair on the ground. 

The mystery behind the smile of a woman starts to be uncovered.

There was the sound of people bargaining.

"Look at him, he is worth more than that, you are just robbing us", the woman said, with an enraging voice. 

" Look, my final offer is one and a half bottles, and it is a pretty generous offer", an unknown voice said.