Chapter 30 - Elons Deal With Fortune (1/2)
Wet feet drenched deep in the pool of blood, each student ebbed and weaved between threats and pleas.
Did you ever see a friend in need flee in terror? The terrorist said that 'will this deceptive quest for peace never cease?'
Sacrificing actual lives and recompensed with no pennies, each unheavenly screams pierced by deafening machines that passed the meat of those lives who didn't even commit glaring crime. Those bullets ended in a wall to be a dead threat to others who are still alive.
Adults men in cloaks with guns, taking over school for the reason that Elon couldn't remember. He thought that they did it for fun, oh blissfully it was for his ignorance that he would die as a teenager.
”It's horrifying seeing men killing their fellow beings. Hellish as it's ever been, it redefined what hellish means.”
”Heh, humans, they are a chaotic lump of disaster,” Fortune said. She giggled, placing her elbow on the table. ”I saw your good deeds in your past life, so tell me, what would you do to haggle for my blessings?”
This was the conversation that Elon would never forget. After he got shot protecting one of his bros, he woke up in a dark realm with shallow murky water as the ground. Cold, he felt, but the realization of his own death was colder.
”I actually don't need your blessings, Mrs. Fortune. I just want a peaceful life.”
”You will never learn peace in this life that has been decided for you.” Fortune conjured a small portal of visions to showcase the horrid truth of Neamh. ”Calamity, corruption, war, lurking devils. Your luck was abysmal at best, doesn't that describe your whole former life?”
”I'm grateful for my life.”
”Working a part time job, one hour of sleep a day, three siblings with dimming hope, numerous failed job interviews, no connection, unreliable parents. Your gratefulness doesn't change the fact that you can't even live a peaceful life.”
”Then what are my chances?”
”Offer me what you deem the most important.”
”My most important…”
Elon doesn't even know what colors he liked. He lived as an empty husk of a robot with automatic responses to smile and wave like a great individual in society while trying to conceal the broken history of a distorted family.
His ethereal gaze reached the lady of fortune. ”I offer everything.”
Determination was permeating his eyes, he stood up and his manifestation of soul was ever so tall. Although weaker than an ant.
”Fufufu, MUAHAHAHAHAHA! That was such a boring offer.” The tall lady wiped the single blob of tears on her eyes. ”I'll be giving you my blessings regardless.”
”Y-you mean that you're just toying with me?”
”Of course! You have a great approval from the seams of destiny yourself. Many Gods were aiming to snatch you like toddlers searching for milk in the pool of needles.”
”I feel betrayed. Also your speech is sometimes terrifying.”
”Speaking of betrayal, there was another patron who would like to meet you for her own experimentation.”
Elon threw a poker face ”I want a peaceful life, not to become lab rat.”
The tall lady stood up, towering two times the teenager in height. She fondled the air before opening her palm as a futuristic object appeared above her fingers. Stuttering, the object was indescribable as if it came from another dimension entirely.