Prologue
This is in fact my first attempt at writing something so please cut me a bit of slack. Also leave comments so I can understand what I'm doing wrong. Onto another note I'm writing this on my phone so things will look weird when I can afford a laptop it will be done on there but for now this will have to do. NOW ONTO THE STORY!
This is it huh? Dying in a car crash because some asshole decided it would be a good idea to get drunk and drive to a bar. That's right fucker got drunk at home or at a "friends" (more like someone who has beer but that's none of my business) and then tried to drive to a bar. At least that stupid asshole died first in the explosion, now I'm sitting in my piece of shit car because the steering wheel has stabbed me through the goddamn stomach. Like I would've been able to get out anyway with two broken legs and a dislocated shoulder(totally guessing because I can't move it but it is definitely still attached) but let's forget about all that fires getting closer to the leaking gas and oil so I guess in a few moments I'll be able to kick the shit out of that asshole. That is unless they won't let me do that in hell. Why you may be asking would I be going to hell? The answer is that I'm a non believer, an atheist, a in the words of almost every single Christian I've ever talked to (though they were old and white while I am young and brown) a "stupid piece of shit who wouldn't know what Jesus looked like if he were to descend from heaven and slap me" or if they didn't feel like being a racist in hiding they just straight called me an "uncultured savage" because of my Aboriginal heritage that's right bitches and bitchachos I'm Canadian. Oh hey fires spread to directly underneath my car well see you world you were always a giant cunt. Sorry mom ,dad i should have said this much earlier but I'm sorry for all the problems I caused the fights, the arguments, and all of the other stupid shit, Lenore baby sister of mine I hold so close don't you ever let them get you down if someone tries to make you feel bad for who you are you tell them to take their opinions and shove it up their fucking ass because you don't give a shit and I'm sorry for the way I was when we were kids I should've tried harder to get you to talk to me instead of just leaving you to do your own thing, Jeffery bro don't let my death affect you I'm a piece of shit you can be so much better than me even though you're the older brother, Faye my favourite of five nieces get help stop doing what I did and bottling it up be better than me find you a girl who care not for your body but for you are as a person, and to my other three other sister and nine other nieces and nephews be the phoenix rising from the ashes the ashes being my death.
This is not what I was expecting. I was expecting either to simply stop existing or if the christians were right fire and brimstone not what the fuck is this a library. I mean sure I love reading but I haven't read a book in what a year I was to busy working to read.
"You weren't suppose to die there you know?" A voice spoke from behind me, "you were originally meant to die surrounded by friends and family a lovely death. Don't you think?"
"Depends did I die on my feet like I vowed to or did I die on my knees like a coward?" I spoke asking a question instead of answering like the person mo-
"Always a suspicious one weren't you Elijah." I whirled around because I had never met this person before in my life. What I saw shocked me to say the least. This "person" if you feel like using that word was easily seven feet tall, had no mouth, and had three sets of wing made of fire which made me wonder how the fuck were the books not burning.
"It's part of my charm most people look at me and don't expect me to talk at all I mean I'm a six foot two inch tall man with broad as fuck shoulders a buzz cut and eyes that most people can't get a read on I look intimidating as fuck. Instead what they get is someone who works way to hard often working them self to the bone who was suspicious of everyone who looked like they could easily get punched in the face but instead of that they got a guy who preferred to dodge punches even though I'm gonna hazard a guess and say you already knew all this." I spoke up answering the unsaid question of why "why are you suspicious of people".
"Quite right that I do know all of that and you are probably wondering why you are here?" The being spoke now that I'm fully paying attention the voice seemed to come from everywhere before the being continued, " there is a world in great danger. This danger is that of darkness looking to destroy all of the light over petty squabbling of who is right and who is wrong you will be an agent of neither dark nor of light you will be the agent of the ones who are deemed to weak to protect themselves you will train the warriors of the people as best you can and fight for the weak." The being finished
"Yeah quick question, how the fuck am I going to do that!? The most training I have is from a month of Taekwondo, and the countless hours I spent studying the way professional boxers fought and people who fought in the UFC the most people I fought at a time was five drunk guys who were so drunk the most sober one could barely say 'give me your money' and even then i struggled." I spoke up in protest because goddamn it there is on hundred percent someone better suited for this.
"The reason you are doing it is because of the fact of your knowledge of this universe." The being answered my question but posed another question for me to ask
"Wait which uni-... no there is no way in hell I'm going there without any fucking training I'll walk down a road and get fuckin murdered by a beowolf!" I yelled who gives a rats ass if this being could probably erase me from existence who cares that I died once it was relatively quick because I went from living to boom explosion to dead a beowolf will unintentionally extend a death so fuck no
"Don't worry you won't go in untrained in fact you will be trained by the best of the best." The being spoke answering one question slash complaint with another question
"By who?" I asked falling for the bait
"First you must know my name." The being once again spoke this time forcing me to ask it a question
"Okay fine, what is your name?" I asked obviously exasperated I was hoping for the void to claim me but no I gotta fight Salem and her harem of dick heads and the two assholes who had no where else to go
"You May call me the librarian." The being spoke before opening a portal "now go train?" And promptly shoving me through...this time I awoke on a bench in front of a train station in the six foot four inch two hundred ten pound body of one Lincoln J. Clay and at this moment I understood what the Liberian meant by the best of the best would be training me.