This story follows the events of "Jelani: The Story". I won't make you read it, it's awful. Essentially at the end, Jelani becomes God. Between the end of that story and the beginning of this, Liam also moves to Oregon. That's all. I appreciate you coming to read this but don't get your hopes up. I'm a High School boy who writes fake deep, cringey stories on his Facebook page because he knows nobody will say anything rude about them there.

Enjoy,

lem_kun_

The urinal flushed and the figure under the blanket thrashed and sputtered as dirty gas station water choked him. His captor's patience was running out.

The man leaned closer. "You can just tell me and this will all be over." He loosened the tie around the figure's neck and pulled the wet blanket away from his victim's face. "You can just be on your merry little way." He chuckled, but not in a humorous kind of way. This man had places to be, he'd spent enough time with this boy and his antics.

"Never." Liam coughed out. "Not in a million years you… you…"

"I'm tired of this." The man sighed, sitting on the edge of the sink. "I'll give you one last chance before I simply kill you. I'm a very busy man you know." He chuckled again, still not in a very humorous way.

"Jokes on you," Liam gasped. "As the author of this story, killing myself off would be an excellent tool. If I die then nobody can criticize me for overplaying my role and I won't seem like a self absorbed asshole."

"Jokes on you." the figure said, much more serious. "I didn't want to waste what power I've gathered so far but there are ways of getting what I want without this nonsense." He reached beneath his jacket and his hand re-emerged with a long gleaming blade. It shone in the bathroom light and the strange patterns of grooves along the buisness end shone in a terribly malicious fashion. This was no ordinary knife and the ancient magic was evident to even Liam's mortal eyes.

"You could have gone free and this could have been easier to the both of us." the man spoke, as if he was lecturing a small child. He turned Liam onto his side and felt around the back of his head. "Your devotion to your weak god will dearly cost you."

As he plunged the blade toward the soft spot of Liam's skull, Liam whipped his head backwards and the knife sunk deep into the top of his head. He tried to chuckle as a last ironic gesture but it didn't work so well because he died almost instantly and his body slumped over onto the floor of the bathroom making a weird sensual moaning noise instead.

"Damnit!" The man yelled in anger, retracting the knife. He placed his hands on the handle of the ancient blade and focused, trying to see if he had wasted the knife's energy in vain. The bathroom lights flickered and the temperature dropped, as the ancient magic collided with modern technology in an evident victory. There it was. The energy was still there, barely used. It would be enough for his task.

He returned the blade to the sheath under his jacket and looked down at Liam's dead body. Nothing he could do about it now, he regretted causing such an ugly stain on the bathroom's floor as this was a gas station he respected for it's cleanliness. He had to leave quickly now, it wouldn't take long for a janitor to stumble across the accident.

He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a sharpie then crouched down. On the boy's forehead he drew a circle, then a pair of perpendicular lines to finish it off. Man, it had been some time since he had drawn that sign. He drew a long curly mustache under Liam's nose as well and a big hairy dick on his right cheek because it was funny. He turned and left the bathroom.

The gas station attendant hated this night shift. You always got the creepiest people showing up, plus it was late. He had just about a half hour left before he could go home and rest. He sat back in his chair and sighed, daring to close his aching eyes.

The door to the bathroom opened and the man he had seen go in almost an hour ago briskly walked out. He had a boy with him the first time he showed up, a very tired one, but the boy was gone now. The man and the attendant locked eyes and the man turned and walked towards him.

His eyes were dark and small, a void of darkness. He was a little chubby, but wore a clean cut and he always had a smile on his face. That's probably what disturbed the attendant the most. It was not a humorous or kind smile. The attendant felt under the counter and wrapped his hand around the holster of the store's gun. Flight or fight instinct kicked in.

"Are you feeling all right, sir?" He asked politely as he could. "You were in there for some time. Where's that boy?"

The man chuckled, in not a very humorous way. "I'm feeling all right, thank you. My son is who's not feeling so well, do you have any Tums or Pepto- Bismol?"

The attendant relaxed a bit, that explained it. "Yes, sir." He handed the man a pink bottle from the surface of the counter. "Will that be all?"

"Yes. Thank you, my boy." The man said and paid in cash. "My son will appreciate it greatly."

"Have a good night, sir." The attendant said. The clock told him it was almost time to pack up. He could see Katya's headlights in the parking lot and he quietly breathed a sigh of relief as the man turned away. He still made him uncomfortable.

The man left the counter and the attendant turned to grab his bag. As he lifted it to his level he heard the door chime and looked up to greet Katya, but the shop was empty. The bathroom door was still closed and he smelled a sharp scent from its direction that put his hairs on end. The man had left without his son? The instincts rebooted and he removed the gun from under the counter.

He walked towards the bathroom door.

In the parking lot, the man got into his car without stopping to greet the older woman entering the shop. He started the car and peeled down the road towards the direction of the airport.

Liam had been not even a minor setback, just a waste of his time. He had time, and he knew there were others who had what he wanted. At the Eugene airport he checked no luggage and got his ticket printed as quickly as possible.

As the plain to Ohio took off he could see the sun rising over the forests. "How dumb." He thought. "When I become God, the world will live in perpetual night. My brothers and sisters do not deserve this treatment..."

"...I'm coming, Jelani."