My Soul's Oath.
Chapter 2: My first night as a dead man
Now here's the weird thing; at that moment, I didn't know I was dead. I didn't know I was murdered. And I thought I was watching another man getting murdered while I was just standing there doing nothing to help him. He rolled over the man's body and began to stab him. I didn't know why, but I felt that it wasn't my problem. The dark man was continuing to stab the man to death after he shot him to the ground. I saw it. And I thought I could have reported it to the police, and the man tried to get rid of the body and for some reason, he didn't know I was there. As you can probably tell, I was an idiot, not knowing that man that was killed in front of me was myself. The man made one last stab in his heart and then walked off.
I ran over to the man, trying to feel a heart beat but there was none. He was gone.
The clouds over the sky faded. As I squinted my eyes at the light, I looked down at the body of the newly dead man. I looked at his face in horror. Now realizing that the dead man was me.
I tried to make the image go away. I tried everything. I tried hitting myself, I tried pacing trying to tell myself that this wasn't happening that this wasn't real, I tried, knocking myself out, but when I woke up, the corpse was still there.
I ran off. Even dead, I was still faster than any human or thing on the earth. I ran off at supersonic speed, tears in my eyes, not sure if they were angry tears or tears of disbelief or of sadness. Not really caring, I still didn't believe that I was dead. Even I was still running, still trying to convince myself that I wasn't dead and I could only go to the one place that I could try to calm down. The mountains. I couldn't go anywhere else. If I was dead, I couldn't talk to anyone that was still alive. I had to try to convince myself that I wasn't dead and that I was going to be ok. Sheesh, I must've been pretty scared. I don't think anyone else could understand how scared I was. Mostly because I had never been this freaked out before.
Up in the mountains, I did the exact same thing I did near the tree where I was murdered. Panic. And pace.
But this would not last long, since a voice came out from the darkness, and it scared the shit out of me for the first time in my life. In my panic, I seemed to have lost all my courage.
"Hey!"
At first I ignored it, thinking I was going crazy. But it came again.
"Hey, dead boy! Let me talk to you for a second."
That caught my attention. I turned around to see who it was. Again. It was another woman that I didn't know.
She was like the first strange woman I had met, was all dressed in black, and her skin was so pale as the moon. Her hair was fire red and like the woman, it was pulled back from her face.
Then a man came up behind her. He was also dressed in black and he had wavy brown hair with pale moonlike skin. There was something about these people that I found rather strange. But that was the last thing on my mind at that moment. They say that there are several ways to act when someone dies, well I probably did all of them because at that moment, I was a mess. I started saying what I said when I saw my body.
"This isn't happening. You're going to wake up any minute now. I will not believe this," I said, miserably.
"Oh, son. This is the only thing that' you can believe. You're dead." the woman with red hair said.
The thing I didn't want to believe was said to me. But I still didn't believe it.
The man smiled. "My word did that murder happen quickly. But still you still can't believe that you're dead, can you?" he said.
As much as that were true, I was still in denial.
"But ,but," I stuttered. "But I don't remember feeling anything."
"Well that's because your soul was taken from you before you were murdered. So you didn't feel a thing. we don't want your last moments spent in agonizing pain, now do we?" the man said.
Then that made me angry.
"Do you know who I am? Or how old I am? I am 18 years old! And I'm a hero! I have to take care of this city! Why did I have to die? I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING TO YOU! This isn't fair!" I screamed. But it only lead to minor tears.
"So what the hell are you?"
"Well, son. We're the soul collectors, opposite of what you living people call angels. We're the servants of God called Grim Reapers," the woman said.
I wanted to not believe that this was happening.
"Well ,why did it have to be me that had to die? I want my friends back! I want my life back!" I screamed.
"It's not like you were actually doing much with your life other than saving the world from Eggman and anyone else evil a million times," the man countered.
As much as I wanted to say that wasn't true, I couldn't. Because it was true. I never had much of a life, I was too busy running from place to place and from people, and was always just in time to save the world from Eggman. As much as it was true, his words were like poison. I started to cry as I sat down on the ground. I spent a few minutes crying over what I had lost, my friends, my family, my life, but as the man was right, I didn't have much of a life at all. But the tears that ran down my dead face, were out of anger and sadness. The two Grim Reapers just stood there as I cried. This was the first time I had cried in years. Boys weren't supposed to cry. We were supposed to be tough and be there for people when they cried. But I wasn't like that. I wasn't there for anybody when they cried. Of course, I didn't realize my softer side until this moment. Good thing no one else would know of it.
Finally, the woman came down my level and put her arm around me.
"I know what might this all feel like a breeze," she said softly.
Yeah right. Like anything would make a dead man happy right now.
"What?" I said through clenched teeth.
"Your remains being prepared," she said.
"Prepared for what?"
Before she said the next thing, she took a deep breath.
"Your funeral. I've seen it. Someone just found your body about 2 hours ago, and they're taking it to the morgue. But they don't know who it is yet."
I was at first disgusted at the idea of seeing my body, but then I was curious. I guess everyone that's dead gets to see their dead body, so what the heck?
The three of us stood outside the morgue. It was interesting seeing it. I'd seen lots of murdered bodies before, but mine was different. My face was completely chopped up and not to mention my throat was slashed so much that I was almost decapitated. I saw the gunshot wound in my chest and I winced. That's where my memories ended. I was still in shock over everything that's happened, but I did feel kinda better.
"So, how long do these things last?" I asked.
"Well, they still need to figure out whose body this is. We know, but can they figure it out?" the man said.
"How hard is that?"
"After you were shot, your murderer stabbed you so many times that I don't even think anybody will come to your funeral just to see your face, son, so it's not that easy," the woman said.
I don't know what I could make from that. But I wanted to leave. If I was dead, I didn't want to spend my afterlife spent doing nothing.
"Ok, this has been really nice meeting you two and everything but shouldn't I be going?" I said.
The woman scoffed. "Did you have a party to go to?"
I scoffed."Don't I have to, you know, leave?"
"You have to let go of your old life before the next one."
I had enough of this. "Um, hello? Dead. So what you do mean?"
"It means you're coming with Sam and I to your funeral tomorrow." she said.
My funeral was tomorrow? Great. Me, attending my own funeral. That sucks.