Friday 6:30
I was driving back home from class listening to Last Resort by papa roach on my playlist. When suddenly I was hit from the left by what appeared to be a drunk driver. Sadly the drunk driver had thrown me into the direction of an electrical power pole, and this one had two transformers, that I was too close to avoid.
I avoided being squashed by the initial fall of the pole by jumping out of the car, but I could not avoid the ripped power line from striking my back. I felt a brief pain as I blacked out, unknowingly dying from the shock that awaited me seconds later.
Unknown
I woke up in a jolt as I soon found myself siting. I looked around and saw white walls and a desk in front of me. The person behind the desk was a woman that looked early to mid-20s, brown hair and was dressed as a secretary.
She looked straight at me and said, "You're dead."
"What," I started confused.
She looked somewhat annoyed, "You died, kid."
"Fuck me," I said in shock as it registered to me and I used my hand to come back my hair.
"That's not the exact response I get," She said in amusement. "Okay, let's see. You have enough good karma, did enough good deeds, to be reborn elsewhere. That means some other planet or some other reality," She told me as she looked at a file that had my name on it. Then the phone on the desk went off, "Fuck," I hear her swear lowly. She picked up, "Yes? What?! Another one! A Third," she got hysterical as she listened to the other person until she got to the number five before she hung up. She massaged her temples in frustration.
After five minutes I gathered courage and asked, "What was that about?"
"Five people just passed without completing tasks that Faith set for them," she answered me.
Me being a kind guy I asked, "Any way I can help?" Always trying to help, even if it was w little bit.
"You know, you could help if you take up where they left off," She responded. She then took out five files for me to see.
First file's name was Jack Ryan, the second was Morgan Yu, the third was Peter Parker, the forth was Galen Marek, The final one was Harry Potter. I knew all the names, hell most of them I played as.
Jack Ryan, from Bioshock, Fought with a Big Daddy but was ambushed by splicers. He was able to kill the splicers, but was 'killed' by the Big Daddy he was originally fighting.
Morgan Yu, from Pray, was ambushed by the military operators as a Nightmare was attacking him. He was able to kill the Nightmare but was 'killed' by the dozen or so operators.
Peter Parker, from the Spider-Man series, was killed during a bank heist. He took down what seemed to be all the robbers, but that was a distraction So that Doc Ock could kill him once and for all.
Galen Marek, from Star Wars: The Force unleashed, was 'killed' on Raxus Prime by falling rubble after him killing a giant junk bot. I expected him to die by a Tie fighter.
Finally, Harry Potter, from the Harry Potter series, was 'killed' by his Uncle Vernon at the age of five for accidental magic. Harry was beaten horribly, his hands and legs mangled and limp, then he was killed.
The thought of seeing a five year old like that enraged me to no end. Hell I had a nephew that was six and niece that was four, so it fueled the rage further. I had also growled as I read the file. I closed the file and pushed it to the lady, not opening my mouth in fear on what I might say.
She allowed me to calm down and then asked, "Are you sure about this?"
I simply nodded my head and said, "On Two conditions and a few questions."
"Tell me the two conditions and see if they are doable," was her response.
"I will do what Fate wanted, but I want to do it my way," I said as my first condition and she nodded after a delay, "And I want to take my music, be it as memories, on an invisible phone or mp3 player," I added. She looked even more conflicted to the second condition than the first, but agreed and handed me a small mp3 player.
"And the questions," she asked.
"Will I be able to keep my memories," I asked. She nodded after some thought. "Will I be able to use the player in heavy magical places," I asked.
The player should be fine," she responded.
"How do I use magic? Is it by will or imagination? Will I need a Focal point, like a wand or ring? Will I need to get rid of the soul anchor in the scar," I asked in a more serious tone.
"A bit of both, will and imagination, and no those are tools to train with," she answered me, "And they weaken the magic one creates. The anchor was destroyed when he died."
"Aright then I'm ready," I said, "How will I get there and when?"
"You will go now and the body will be healed. You will be there at the next day," She said, "Goodbye."
My vision darkened, only to be greeted with the smell of blood and I awoke in my new life. I looked at the dark room as I saw blood on the floor all around me. It relit my rage.
The door opened and the voices of two people, one anger and worry fill male and the other a screechy female, behind the door as they unlocked it
I sat up waiting for them to inter the room waited. I played 'Ain't No Grave' by Johnny Cash as they opened the door.