Nix:

I knew that I was a selfish person, so when my mangled form landed in the ditch beside the road on that fateful day I truly understood the meaning of terror. I couldn't move I couldn't speak I even couldn't hear. All I was able to perceive was some blurred Images after even those faded to black.

All my life I never was able to believe in things of the supernatural. Heaven, Hell, even something like the soul were never more than a abstract concept to me. I couldn't comprehend how someone could believe in such things with absolute conviction.

Well I couldn't until I was at deaths door. The longer my pitiful form rested the slower the world around me seemed to become. Slowly the dread of realizing the inevitable demise of myself set in. I became erratic, struggled to stay awake. Would I be judged in the afterlife by St. Peter at the gates, and more importantly would I be allowed to enter? Then I remembered people died before the abrahamitic religions came, but these religions also judged you based on the life you had. And what about the religions of the east? Was there no wisdom in their teachings at all? But they also determine ones worth on their previous deeds.

So then I began to reflect on my life.

I know that I wasn't a paragon of virtue per se but I wasn't a villain either.

I was a normal law abiding citizen. A normal person with no irregularities whatsoever. Will I ever be remembered for who I was?

What have I ever done in my life that could be recognized as an outstanding achievement?

Nothing. Nothing?... Nothing. Nothing! A bland and pitiful existence.

Is this really what life ought to be? We are born we do our part in the great machine that is the state and then we die. There must be more. THERE HAS TO BE MORE! This freezing dread that set in and took possession of my very essence began to slowly but steadily heat up. The dread I felt before became anger. The anger started slowly like a dim spark. I nurtured it with kindling. I fed it the hate for society as a whole, for the poor fools that cant comprehend that they are still trapped, and most of all of myself and my childish assumption that I am truly special and I will live a long life and have enough time left.

With all these things in mind I thought that at least the guy that ran me over or the medics would remember me so I channeled my all of my fury and let out one last scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Author Note: This is my first story I´ve written if you see any mistakes I´ve made feel free to point them out.

I know the general direction I will go with this story and you are herby warned, the story will be a bit darker than most Fairy tail Fanficts out there.

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