A/N: Lyrics in italics are from the song, "Welcome to Hell" written by Trace Adkins and Bobby Terry. No infringement on the use of the lyrics intended. It was dark. Darker than he'd ever remembered before...and not a sound could be heard. The fog was drifting through the trees, lending an air of foreboding to where he was standing. All of a sudden, a menacing voice that came out of nowhere, yet from all around, declared, "Welcome to Hell boy...Come on in, son, have a seat." Startled, Jimmy turned, looking for the owner of the voice but could see no one. His heart was racing and a cold sweat broke out on his body as the voice continued, "Don't mind the screams, don't mind the heat. It's been like this 'round here for a long, long time." Ha ha ha-a ha... A sinister laugh echoed through the trees, making the hair stand up on Jimmy's neck. "Who are you? What do you want?" Jimmy screamed, starting to panic, not knowing who was out there taunting him, making him feel as if he were being hunted. "We haven't had the chance to meet, but I've heard about you and I think we're gonna get along just fine..." Jimmy ran, trying to get away from the voice, but the laughter followed his every move. "Leave me alone!" he yelled to the unseen foe as he covered his ears from the booming voice. When it spoke next it had an eerie calm to it. "You look somewhat surprised. Did ya think son, after what you've done, the Lord would let you slide?" Jimmy was confused at the words, trying to sort out their meaning when he looked down in his right hand to notice his trademark Navy Colt in his hand. Standing in a row, near where he stood, were wooden crosses that burst into flame allowing him to read the names in the dark. One for each man he'd killed. "You did the crime, now you'll do the time. Right where you belong, end of the line. Your final sin got you in and now you're soul is mine!" Jimmy dropped the Colt and fell to his knees in despair. How had his life come to this? How had he gone so wrong? "I hope for your sake you're the kind that can stand to burn 'til the end of time 'cause that's exactly what you're gonna do..." the voice told the broken man. "There's some lots left on the lake of fire, where we send your kind to retire and I picked out a nice little hot spot just for you. Ha ha..." Sobbing, Jimmy raised his hands to heaven begging for mercy. As the flames burned all around him, he awoke from the vision of his fate, hoping it wasn't too late to change his ways, as an echo of the voice carried in the night, "Your final sin got you in and now you're mine! Welcome to Hell, boy..."

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