Chapter one – Afterlife

Junior's POV

My mind permanently shutting down from my body, and I descended into darkness.

A lifetime in Hell for my sins was awaiting me…

But wait…the darkness was ending…and I felt like I was alive again!

I was standing in what looked like a waiting room, with a couple of receptionists at the front desks. The people in the room were…very…inhuman.

Some were ladies with bright skin and hair in awful, fluorescent colours, their skin marked with cuts and scars, just like Frankenstein. Others looked like rotting zombies, their eyes peeping out at you, barely held back by their sockets.

Where was I?

Was this just a dream, or a hallucination? Is this what happens to you when you pass?

"Excuse me miss," One of the odd looking women called out to me. "Over here!"

I walked over to the reception desk. I was being served by a lady with dark purple hair and bright green skin.

"You haven't made an appointment." Her eyes glowered at me.

I stared at her blankly.

"An appointment for what?! What is this place?"

"This is the afterlife. You're dead, I believe?"

I nodded. "I died about a couple of minutes ago. Now what am I supposed to do?!"

The woman was typing on the type-writer.

"I'm sorry, but we have a full schedule for today, many of the deceased have been waiting here for a while."

"How long?" I asked.

"About a decade." She answered briefly.

My eyes widened.

Was that how long I was supposed to stay in this strange place?

"If I could just take your name, and then you may take a seat in the waiting room."

"Goku junior." I replied.

She typed it in.

"Okay, Goku, you may take a seat. But for now, here is your number card."

She handed me a strip of paper with a number on it: 6,000,000,000,001

My mouth gawped open.

Depending on what number they were already starting with, I would have to wait about a hundred years for this!

Reluctantly, I sat down in between a corpse with a shrunken head and a guy in a striped suit reading a newspaper.

Frustrated, I put my head in my hands.

I turned to my side and saw the shrunken headed corpse gaze at me with his big round eyes.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, disgusted.

Without saying a word, he kept staring at me, trying his best to creep me out.

It was working…

"Can't you just leave me alone?" I pleaded.

Eventually, he turned away.

"The nerve of some people," I sighed.

The guy on the other side of me put his head out of his newspaper and glared.

"Hey! We aren't all that bad, you know!"

Somehow, I couldn't help grinning. "I'm sorry; I was just talking about the person on my opposite side."

He waited for a few seconds.

"You know what? It's fine, don't worry about it. Do you come here often?" He grinned.

"No, first time."

Well, secretly, he had a light green skin and there were features of him that I personally thought that resembled a gargoyle…

…But there was just something about him that…attracted me to him…he had a certain charm to his personality.

We both laughed.

"I'm Goku."

"The name's Betelgeuse." He smiled. "You're not hideous like a zombie; why not?"

"I'm much worse trust me," I replied.

"So," I finished, changing the topic. "What do you do?"

"This may come in good use for you…I'm a bio-excorsist." He stated proudly.

I knew what an excorsist was…but a bio-excorsist?

He saw me staring blankly at him.

"I work to excorsise humans…"

"I'm listening!" I said, suddenly very interested.

"If a family of ghosts are forever due to haunt their house and an annoying new family moves in…that's where I come in!" He said. "I'll do anything I can to scare them so terrifyingly, that they'll never go there again!"

Was this just coincidence that the two of us met? Or was this fate?

This would surely be an evil partnership-made-in-Heaven!

"How convenient," I grinned darkly. "I have some humans who really need exorcising!"

He stared at me for a couple of seconds.

"I'm sure you do…but exorcising humans only out of spite and hatred is against the rules or something."

I looked at him disappointedly.

"But rules?! Screw 'em!" He exclaimed. "I pretty much make my own rules anyway! If you need help getting rid of them useless people, I can help you if you want."

I smiled. "I'd like that."

He chuckled darkly. "Excellent. So, once we get out of this shithole, we can negotiate something. But not here though, there are too many witnesses around."

I hardly thought that a whole load of rotting corpses and zombies even counted as witnesses, but I nodded anyhow.

"Agreed."

He glanced at my number card.

"Yeah, I have a while before I can get out of this dump," I groaned.

He shook his head. "Well, if you think your number is bad, take a look at mine!"

His number had so many digits, I couldn't even begin to imagine how many…millenniums he would be here for!

He nudged me.

"What does the other guy's number say?" He whispered.

I casually glanced over.

"6" I replied.

The number on the screen said 5!

"Do you want to swap our cards for his; and say that we both came here together?" he whispered.

"No way that's wrong" I argued.

The weak, lifeless tiny-headed corpse was gazing around the room, every so often glancing at the screen, knowing that his number 6 would soon appear and it would be his turn to leave the waiting room.

Without a second thought, betelgeuse yanked his number card out of his grasp and replaced it with mine and his ridiculously large number cards.

"Not anymore….." said Betelgeuse.

The number on the screen had finally changed to 6.

"Done. Now let's go!" he told me.

"Fine!" I relented

Betelgeuse and I were heading out of the door.

"Hey, you two!" One of the office ladies called out to us. "You just got here; you're not supposed to leave yet!"

"Oh yeah?" Betelgeuse called back. "Check our number!"

He threw the piece of paper in their faces.

"Let's go, kid!" He commanded.

Betelgeuse opened the door, and now we would be free from that small waiting room, ready to take on the world…

…And be reunited with a certain Halloween costume vigilante

Bruce wayne, I'm coming for you now!

You can run but you can't hide…