Disclaimer: I don't own Gantz. And I hope Gantz will never own me lol

Summary: We all know about Gantz. But how do we know there is just a Gantz in all the world. This history supposes that there are more Gantz around the world, all of them similar but at the same time, differents...

Chapter 1: Introducing

He knew something was really wrong. You didn't need to be an expert pilot or an engineer to know that the plane you are on has problems if you see one of the engines is on fire. However, he thought the best he could do was not saying anything to the rest of the passengers to avoid the panic.

As soon as he took that decision, the loudspeakers spoke with the voice of the pilot:

"Ladies and gentlemen, due some technical problems we are forced to try an emergence landing. Please, remain in your seats and button your belts"

So that was it, Albert thought. It wasn't a nice way to start the one week holydays he had planned, specially when they were just about 30 minutes from the airport...

He did what the pilot told them and looked through the windows. They were flying over a mountain territory and he couldn't see how the pilot could do a good landing. 'Why the hell this pilot has said we are going to land? Crash is a better word!' Albert panicked at that perspective.

Suddenly, the airplaned jerked down, and some seconds later thepanic's cries from the passengers could be heard. Albert closed his eyes and tried to calm down. 'There is no need to think like that' he thought. 'Surely the pilot is skillfull enough to do an emergence landing, even if there isn't any road or an adequate landing place near here'

However, the rest of the passengers didn't thought like him. The cries intensified and he could hear some people crying that they were going to die.

Noticing that the plane wasn't slowing down, he opened the eyes and looked though the window again. What he saw terrified him: they were much closer to the ground than he thought.. 'This is bad' he realised. 'Shouldn't we have slowed down already, at least a litte?'

Suddenly, an explosion shook off the plain and suddenly someone shouted: "The engines and part of the wings are on fire!" That caused even more cries than before and someone yelled calling God. It was then, and thanks to the pilot's skills when the plane lost some of its speed... but not enough to have a secure landing.

'This really doesn't look very promising' was the idea that was in Albert's brain. 'The ground is approaching too fast..'

He found himself trying to remain in his seat but the plain was shaking so much and even that was almost impossible.
Just some seconds later, the plane contacted the ground and after that, all was confusion. An explosion could be heard, much bigger than one he felt before and Not even one second later, he felt his body flying, only to land painfully some meters away. Fortunately for Albert, the crash didn't kill him. Unfortunately, it broke almost all of his bones and did enough damage to think about instant dead as a blessing.

So there he was, lying in the floor, most of his bones broken, with a headache that not even all the aspirins of the world could heal and most of his clothes soaked with his own blood.
'Funny that I'm still alive. Shall I consider this as good or bad luck?' asked himself. He tried to open his eyes to take a look about the crashing zone but the pain on his head didn't allow him. He realized he also didn't hear anything. 'Seems that I'm pretty fucked here...'

Even breathing was a constant torture, producing him a sharp pain in his ribcage. ' I wonder how many of my ribs broke. Most of them at least' he thought with a grim. The pain from the arms confirmed that they weren't in better shape than the ribcage.

Suddenly, the need of coughing produced an intense pain in the abdomen and he felt some liquid spitting from his mouth, altogether with the metallic taste of blood on his mouth. 'Have my ribs punctured the lungs? Just what I needed' he was too tired to think clearly.
Albert wasn't stupid, he knew he was dying. The need of praying crossed his mind, but he suddenly discarted it. He never prayed before in all his life so he didn't knew any prayer. And even if he knew, it would be really hypocritical doing it right now... althought God knew how he needed a miracle right now.

'Soon I'll knew if there is anything after life. I hope next time I open my eyes I'll see some angels taking me up there' he joked.

The pain he was feeling was getting worst, sign that the adrenaline had stopped rushing his body. The lack of pain from the legs induced him to think that his spine was broken since it was impossible that they were in perfect shape after that brutal accident... but did that really mattered? He also started to hear some sounds, and some people crying for help and some other just complaining about their injures.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice with a worried tone was heard:

"Hey! Are you alive? Answer me!"

'Let me die in peace. Can't you see in what shape am I?' Albert tiredly thought. However, he answered.
" Something like that"
"Good! Try to stay alive, I'm pretty sure that the help will come really soon." Was it a woman's voice? It didn't matter to him.
"Do you have some water?" The thirst was killing him.
"Uh? What? Oh! Not here, but let me search between the remains of the plane, I'm pretty sure there must be some bottles around here" The hand on his shoulder moved away but he didn't felt it. Even the last answer from that person sounded like he or she was thousand miles away.

He did an extra effort to open his eyes and he finally could open his right one. What he saw was like an scene from a horror movie. The remains of the plane were scattered all around, with some humans remains. Turning his head to the right, he could se part of an human's arm and a little far away, a pair of bloodied shoes. He also saw some survivors here and there, but even them were badly hurt: some of them had wounds over the chest, some over the arms and others were in the floor, apparently with wounds on the legs. He recognized some of the survivors as passengers from the tail of the plane. The sitting place was the principal reason they were alive, he supposed.
However, most of the passengers were on the ground and they were not moving or crying, a signal that the crash had killed or seriously wounded most of them.

He was still looking at the scene when he suddenly heard the familiar voice again:
"Drink this, it isn't water but I'm pretty sure that it will calm down your thirst"
This time he took a look at the person that talked before with him and he confirmed she was a middle-aged woman. He couldn't see if she had a wound but the fact that she was the only one person that was on her feet and walking around made him to think that she wasn't injured.
He swallowed the drink she offered and the taste of an orange juice invaded his mouth.
"Thank you" Albert murmured, too tired to even raise his voice "You are welcome; how are you feeling?" asked here with a worried tone "Like I'm dying" he answered directly, guessing she probably knew that.

The silence that followed his answer confirmed that fact.
"I'm sorry" she said suddenly "It's not your fault, it's not like you made those engines explode or anything" he tried to smile, but for some strange reason, found his mouth frozen.
"I know"
"Will you do something for me"
"What do you need"
"Could you stay here some minutes? I would like some company right now"
"As you want"

He took her hand, it provided a warm that his body was lacking, and that feeling was appreciated at that moment. As the minutes went by, none of them said anything but suddenly the silence was interrupted by a sound and, again, her voice:
"It seems the medical teams have arrived, I'm going to tell them to take you to the hospital" she said, hearing the sirens. "Try to resist a little more, don't lose your hope"
'It may be a little late for this' Albert tried to say but his frozen mouth had other ideas and the only sound he could do was a little groan.

He felt the hand leave his shoulder but he didn't even care. It seemed like that wasn't even his shoulder and the feeling of tiredness was so strong that he couldn't even keep his eye open. As soon as he closed it, the feeling that he was floating on water came.
'Is this the end?'

He could see all his life in some flashes in front of his eyes, and then the darkness. All the days that her mother quarreled him about oversleeping and not going to school, all the games he played with his parents when he was child, those summers on the farm they had.
The darkness grew till the point he couldn't see anything more, overwhelming his senses. However, far away he could see a little point of light, growing more and more bigger. 'Hell or heaven?'

Suddenly the darkness disappeared replaced by light, although it was a different than the one from before. That one was a white and bright one and this new light wasn't that bright.
'Where could I be?' he questioned himself, still with the eyes closed, but suddenly.
"Here comes another one"
'Huh?'

He opened his eyes and what he saw wasn't what he supposed would be the hell or the heaven.

He was in the middle of a room, with 4 more people staring at him. He recognized one of them as a passenger of the plane but not the other 3. Looking at his own body he searched for any injury but he realized he was in perfect state of health, not even a drop of blood was on his jacket or throusers."What the hell..?" He questioned out loud. 'Am I dead'
One of the people, noticed his stares and smirked:
"No, you are not dead. You can feel your heartbeat, and you are also breathing" The person who talked was a man sitting on the floor. He looked bored and maybe a little disturbed.
"However, I guess that you remember your own death, so that would mean that this is a bad joke or we have been resurrected"
"How did I came here? Who are you? What do you mean? Are you...?" Albert frantically asked; he needed answers.
"Hey, hey! Not that fast. For now, I'll answer to your first question: you got 'transfered' at this place "
"Transfered? What do you mean? Who did it"
The man, that would be between 30 and 40 years old pointed at something behind Albert.

When Albert looked there, he saw something that he never thought he would find on Hell, Heaven or wherever you go when you die...

There was a big black sphere in the room, just behind him...

Ok that's it for now.

Here it goes my first fanfiction, I decided to write it about Gantz because I just love this manga (the anime sux) and well, somehow it makes me sad seeing that there isn't much fics about Gantz

About the grammar: english isn't my first language, not even the second so I hope you won't be too hard with me.

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