THUMP.

That was it. In less than a second. The last thing he saw was his blood painted on the shadowy wall. A grim red flower bloomed upside-down as his lids slid down in a permanent descent.

Fuck it.

Fuck you.

Why don't you shut up. I'll never hear you again...

Death. Suddenly he knew everything. Every fucking thing in his life made sense for one ass-fucking second. Like a virgin it came too fast and like an unwelcome reverberation in a pool of water that pushed back from a pleasant reflection, he too was washed again with consciousness. Mortality and it's ire returned and robbed his innocence like a violent excursion from a turgid womb, it was blown like chunks of vital flesh from his mind.

Then vision returned.

What?! Fucking god no...what...no...

He could suddenly see his flesh returning slowly, as if being transported in data by bright flashes of blue, red and green light to be reformed as living tissue upon his body. He saw his guts. Stomach, spleen, he recognized his intestines and bladder being redrawn upon reality. His muscle tissue and dermis soon followed, finally to be covered in his epidermis the uniform he had just been wearing.

Oh shit. This is death. I'm fucking here. I feel so...alive though.

He blinked several times. His vision focused on a large black ball sitting six yards in front of him.

"Wha...what the..."

His own voice surprised him and he caught his sentence in his throat like an unwelcome spurt of vomit. He cleared his throat and realized he could talk.

"Well..it's really not that surprising."

He took a step forward and looked around him. His own reflection greeted him to his right, where windows looked out over the city. The Tokyo tower gleamed in the darkness.

Something doesn't add up. Unless I'm in some strange limbo, I don't think I'm really dead.

He checked his pulse.

"Fuck."

He froze in that pose as a sudden and terrible fear rushed through his mind. His teeth chattered in an incredibly quick grind.

No...I can think. Therefore I am alive. If I am alive then...

That's right bitch.

He visibly cringed and sucked in a fast strong breath.

No. You should be dead...I SHOT YOU!!

Dumbass. You shot yourself. I never went anywhere.

He banged his head with his fists, screaming in a primitive, comical manner. Suddenly the sick dark laughter in his head was pierced by a high-pitched killer sound that was vicsiously familiar. He turned his head and saw the same spiritual/technological beams of data drawing another human shape from thin air.

Heh-heh. Here comes your mom. You're fucked pussy.

"Proper fucked."