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1. Prologue, Kinda
Author Note: A terrible story I wrote whenever I got free time. Leave review or something if you like it
That’s the last thing he remembered, Before the light takes him, and after that. Void. just void
‘Did I died?’
He cant remember the cause, is it a knife? bullet? unfortunate road accident? Whatever it is, it happened, it may happened too soon but nothing can changed it. He’s now lost, alone in though, reminiscing his greatest regret.
‘Damn, I should’ve finished Skyrim’
Before that, before the cold, it was quite clear. Clairvoyantly clear, he had a- no, he have a family, his father told him that family lives on, in memory, in your heart. a bullshit Cliché quote, but now he appreciates everything that makes his current predicament much more peaceful. Nevertheless in those short life of his, it had been quite memorable.
‘Wonder what they’ll put in my epitaph?’
He goes to college, had a girlfrie- no, ex-girlfriend. He had Friends, but none can be called best friends, he’s the type who fits everywhere, and stay nowhere, a jack of all trades, master of none. He have no siblings, a lone son.
‘Now that I really though about it, I had a sorry life’
Void calls him, but the light keeps him company
He minds lost in though, wondering what they would do to his belongings, his family. Will they give all away? Would they sell it? He had a sizeable collection of miscellaneous items, proud himself quite a collector. He had several Jerseys, basketball and football alike, various teams, barely used. His fishing baits and car parts, those cost a lot. His comics and novel books, half of those he never finished. He had quite a column of boardgames and Video games, neatly placed in his untidy room. And a hundred more in his Computer . . .
his computer . . .
The light stirred, disturbed by its host though. His mind was awake at the though of his computer.
“MY BROWSING HISTORY!”
He finally snapped out of his trance, he see the darkness around and nothing else, nothing but an orb of light that kept him company near him, a concentrated bright white that keeps the blackness at bay, like a Starbuk in a black neighborhood.
He try too look around, trying to find a door, or a window, or anything to get him back, he need to do this, to erase the dark history of his life, or he never be at peace
“Ahhh fuck! anyone! is somebody here!” He yelled, his sounds seemingly echoes in the void. He tried making a swimming gesture, it gives an illusion that he actually moving somewhere. He is not. “Anyone!?”
He didn’t knew where the voice came from, a shrilling echoes of mixed voices. But it felt like it came from his own head.
“Hello, can you hear me?” He tried to find a response, make sure he’s not alone in the dark
‘I can hear you frail one, now stop resisting so your passing will be quick and peaceful’
There it is again, voice can only be described as, echoes, of various sound, men and woman speaks in unison. Somehow it felt like it crawling his mind.
“Who are you?”
“And I’m Captain Crunch, seriously who are you?”
‘I told you already, I’m Death. Now cease your resistance, I’m currently waiting for your fate’
“Fate? My fate? What does it mean?” The frail one speak, he stopped swimming after he realize it accomplished nothing.
‘I’m waiting for a message from my master’
‘Yes, he’s the one who decide where I would take you’
“Actually I was wondering if you could take me ba-“
‘They’re Currently judging your life, each second, decisions, and what you had accomplished. Before deciding whether it’s Hell or Heaven for You’. The last word sound intimidating
“Wait, what!?” He started to panic, he life a good live, no drugs, clean criminal records, heck he bought winrar
But inside his room, the things he sees in his computer, the things he kept at his computer, the Joke he laughed at. The Memes he likes . . .
Hell, it has gotta be hell
But hell be damned, what he needed to do now is much more important, otherwise peace is an impossibility
“Please, I need to go back, I’m begging you good sir-“
‘I am no man’ Said Death
“Oh, I- I’m sorry mam, but-“
‘I am no woman’
“OH C’MON, HERE TOO! I DEAL WITH THIS BULLSHIT IN MY LIFE I DON’T NEED IT IN DEATH!”
‘SILENCE!’ The voice screamed, worse, it screams in his head.
‘you shall not question me mortal, I’m only doing my job, I’ve been in this business since the dawn of time, Dawn Of Time! Do you know how boring it is stuck in a job since the dawn of time!’ Death Complaining continues for half an hour, a miserable scenes
‘You’re not the first, to ask to return, to ask for salvation. Devil tricks! Speak of the devil, your fate has come’. The poor souls contemplate, accepting whatever fate awaits him.
The ensuing silence kills him, whatever caught Death’s tongue, he knew it wasn’t good. He never been a religious figure, but the concept of hell weren’t alien to him, and it scares him, of burning fire soo hot it melt your skins, of torture and screams of the damned.
But nothing more frightening than someone, maybe his mother, or any of his cousins, sitting in front his PC, innocently open his browser, then its history. ‘I wanted to said kill me, but I’m already dead’
And then, Death spoke, revealing his fate, revealing gods judgement upon him
It’s first word are. ‘Oh shit’
“What? Is something wrong”
‘No, nothing, nothing, just a minor technical fault’. The sounds of a paper crushed and thrown away followed.
‘yeah, apparently I- I took . . . the wrong soul’
‘Look, I told you it has been a long shift, it might be because I’m too tired from last night poker with Gabrie-‘
“YOU FCKING WHAT!”
‘Now, now. Everyone make fault sometimes, even death. That say… no wonder your death seems… outlandishly sudden’
The word outlandish came through his head, he remember it know, the cause of death, the reason of the chilling cold.
It was the middle of august, it has been a hellish day at campus. He came straight home, not even stopping for lunch, and sprint straight to his room. He removed his clothes and jump straight into the bathroom, doesn’t even bother heating it.
He was taking a bath, playing with his rubber duck, ducky. Then something heavy pressed against his chest, his back touch the bottom of the tub, his face followed. Paralyzed, he couldn’t move, he felt the cold, then. With the last his strength he screamed for Mr. Ducky
A good man, laid down
A grieving family, around him
And a grave
on it, the Epitaph said
“May his soul find peace, he was good man
Boring, but good
He doesn’t deserve to die like this
A Death by Drowning
In his own Bathtub”
The last thing he remembered was the cold, not of knife, or bullets, not even a simple road accident.
it was the bath
“YOU TWAT, I KILL YOU!”
‘Hey, hey easy, in my defense, both of your names were similar’
“You get me back, Right Now!”
‘No can do, you died, your body is 6 feet under now, maggot just started crawling out of your eye socket’ Death finally take form, a giant scythe, pair skeletal hands, everything else hidden inside the dark robe. It supposed to frighten him, but now he’s just pissed. ‘I could, however make it up to you’
‘Another life? with an Eternal life? unlimited power? maybe a sprinkle of one true love?’
‘Know what, this not up to debate, you will appreciate it sooner or later’. With a snap of his Ivory fingers, a black hole ripple behind, dragging the Poor soul to a new life, bringing only his wits, his unstable hormone, and his everlasting regret of a tainted history . . . browser history
‘We will meet again unlucky one, in the near future. May you find comfort in your next life Uvuvwevwevwe Onyetenyevwe Ughwemuhwem Osas’
“SIMILAR! THAT’S NOT EVEN CLOSE!”
He wake up at the side of the road, ragged clothes on his back, he was standing below a sign, a welcome sign to be exact.
His legs were frail, weak and thin. It felt like he spent eternity in the damn Limbo. He push himself up, ignoring the dirt in his face. He could barely keep himself standing, it felt like it has been ages since his last meal. Eyes wondering aimlessly, he had no Idea where he is. After a moment his nose finally working again. ‘Damn I need a ba- no no noo, no more bath’
He look up to the sign, hopefully it would something that will lift his spirits
‘WELCOME TO GOTHAM’ it said
He might as well go to hell
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