Chapter 84 - My SI Stash #84 - The Story of a Misplaced Guy by Cimmang5 (DCU) (2/2)
But nothing more frightening than someone, maybe his mother, or any of his cousins, sitting in front his PC, innocently opening his browser, then seeing the history.
'I wanted to say kill me, but I'm already dead'
And then, Death spoke, revealing his fate, revealing gods judgement upon him
It's first words are. 'Oh shit'
”What? Is something wrong”
'No, nothing, nothing, just a minor technical fault'.
The sounds of a paper being crushed and thrown away followed.
”Technical fault?”
'yeah, apparently I- I took . . . the wrong soul'
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Silence
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”YOU WHAT?!”
'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 faults 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, didn't even bother heating it.
He was taking a bath, playing with his rubber duck, Ducky. Then something heavy pressed against his c_h_e_s_t, his back touched the bottom of the tub, his face followed. Paralyzed, he couldn't move, he felt the cold, then. With the last of his strength, he screamed for Mr. Ducky
Far Away
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, no knife, nor 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, maggots just started crawling out of your eye socket'
Death finally took form, a giant scythe, a pair of skeletal hands, everything else hidden inside the dark robe. It was supposed to frighten him, but now he's just pissed.
'I could, however make it up to you'
”F_u_c_k You”
'Another life? with an Eternal life? unlimited power? maybe a sprinkle of one true love?'
”F_u_c_k you!”
'Know what, this is not up to debate, you will appreciate it sooner or later'. With a snap of his Ivory fingers, a black hole ripple opened, dragging the poor soul to a new life, bringing only his wits, his unstable hormones,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 woke 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 an eternity in the damn Limbo. He pushed 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 was.
After a moment, his nose started working again.
'Damn I need a ba- no no noo, no more bath'
He looked up to the sign, hopefully it would be something that will lift his spirits
'WELCOME TO GOTHAM' it said.
He might as well go to hell.