I was gazing at the surface of the water upon which fell the most brilliant and silvery reflections of the moon, which swung high above the heads of all who were present at this particular hour. The silence which prevailed between us could almost be compared to the silence of caves, which were still hidden somewhere deep down below our feet.

But even the greatest calmness has its shortcomming.

Interrupted by the loudest scream a living being could ever make, the ground shook. The tragedy in front of our dear eyes was horrendous. A girl about the age of fourteen was just getting her nails chopped off to the bone and her fingertips smashed.

And if only it was just her. The line of these unlucky ones was so long you couldn't possibly see the end. It was rather horrifying as all of them were either swinging in the air lifelessly or begging for mercy with their last bit of breath.

Their extremities were thrown to a huge firepit of dead bodies on a sandy beach right next to the sea. It was also a place where the whole event took place and where we, who sent all of those people to their death sentence were standing.

And as to why they were burned? Well, let's just say they were the chosen ones. Chosen ones from all the criminals of this world. Murderers, pedophiles, rapists.. anything and anyone along these lines you can name, age not taking into account. You could be a ten year old who killed his father in his sleep and still end up in this place.

It's what people tend to call a karma, when something comes back to you like a boomerang. Yet to these people it's more like, you killed a person? You shall die for the person, as to finally bring them the peace you forcefully took away from them. Karma always finds its way back to you even in the moments you expect it the least, even in the times your life starts to fade away as your candle goes out.

Even mine was knocking on the door. I fucked up many things in my life, screwed up many others through out my life decisions with nothing but selfishness in mind and never ever pity anything I've done.. almost even killed a person if I'm going to talk honestly.

But today wasn't the day my bills should have been settled or so at least I thought.

The fire bent and turned red. The moon fell behind the horizon, the stars turned red and we stood with our feet up, touching the pitch-black darkness that had originally been above us. The solid ground under our feet seemed to be non-existent, taking everything which had nothing to do with the ritual with her. And with that I have fallen into the jaws of the hot core of the Earth.

The ritual was a trap. Not taking just the people who've been chosen, but the people who served it as well. I quess running away from it was never an option in the first place. Running from the Karma.

Heyy, before I actually start writing The Chase in english (which will most likely take me a year, maybe longer, because I'll be finishing high school next year) I thought I would rewrite and create new short stories in english, as to train my english this way to be ready for something large. If you see any ANY mistakes in the text, please let me know! So I can fix them in order to get better.

Also karma is a short story I've written in czech two years ago, it had a meaning.. though I can't quite remember what it was. ':D

Thank you for reading, yours truly, V. (or terreliasko <3)