2 Chapter 2- Hi! I am a bus! (2/2)
”what are you doing!”
”It's red!”
The people around him yelled in unison but before he could make sense of what they were trying to say he looked over his shoulder to find a bus in his face.
Time seemed to slow down to the point that it almost stopped. They say you see your life flash by just before you die but Adam was too preoccupied at the ridiculous appearance of the bus that was about to kill him to care. In a word, it could be described as 'derpy'. Two big round lights that looked like they were made to be laughed at and a grille that seemed like a lackadaisical smile of a fool.
”who the # made this thing? Is this thing going to kill me? You must be kidding me.”
”I wouldn't mind being struck by lightning or at least give me a truck. I wouldn't even mind a car!” but the reality was truly quite cruel. It was too late to change it. Indignant he couldn't help but remember a game he was playing recently which had vehicles in it.
Every time that they would ram into other players with a vehicle they would yell 'Hey! I am a' and the vehicle name. it was a stupid tradition that the community of the game had created.
Putting his attention back on the bus he couldn't help but imagine the bus saying ”Hey! I am a bus!”.
With that derpy face, it was too perfect and too cruel to him. He couldn't accept it and he wouldn't. The world, however, didn't seem to care and in the next instant, an immense force struck him and everything turned black. His consciousness faded away instantly.
...…
”what do we do with this one?” a calm and soothing deep male voice said.
”Leave that for when he wakes up! Whose fault is this first? How could they let a soul from such a remote planet get all the way here to the doorstep of the chamber of the gods!” This time a Husky and angry voice bellowed.
”Everything is possible and so is the probability of nothing happening. Who are you to have a say in the workings of the universe? Hmph” A low clear as water but sharp as ice voice of a woman who was clearly irritated by the arrogance of the former followed.
”Sister Tyche is right. And doesn't the matter of souls of the dead come under your jurisdiction? Who are you trying to put the blame on?”a smooth and seductive voice chimed in. though she was angry as well, the allure in her voice seemed to be ingrained and wouldn't change no matter her mood.
The argument intensified as the conversation proceeded and it didn't seem it would come to an end anytime soon.
While the adults argued, four little troublemakers made their way to a glowing orb placed at another corner of the hall.