Anticlockwise
Disclaimer: I do not own any Cobra Kai characters. This story is written purely for fun, not for any profit.
Chapter 1
Martin Kreese POV
I opened my eyes, and trying to figure out what the hell is happening with me. My vision was blurry, and the powerful white light in the room didn't help me.
Suddenly, I heard a voice.
"Welcome to the afterlife, Mr Martin Kreese. I, the angel of death, welcome you."
The brightness of the light decreased, and I somehow opened my eyes. My vision became clearer, and I looked at my surroundings. I was sitting in a room similar to an office. The walls of the room were made with black glass like materials. I was sitting in a chair opposite to a large secretariat table. The table had some files, papers, writing materials and a desktop computer on it. A man was sitting at the opposite side of me on a big revolving chair.
The man was young, probably thirty years of age. He was wearing a black dinner suit, with matching black shirt and necktie. He had a file in his hand. He opened it and started reading.
"Martin David Kreese, son of David and Anna Kreese. Date of birth 19st April, 1993, date of death, 5th January, 2021. Cause of death..."
"Whoa, whoa, stop it buddy. I know that I was drunk last night, and this is a weird dream I am having. But still, I took pride as someone who has a vivid power of imaginations...and ..."
The man interrupted me.
"Yes, I know that. Your fanfiction stories are a clear proof of that. You write them under the name of 'Iron Bird', right?"
Now I was shocked. My identity as the fanfiction writer 'Iron Bird', is a complete secret, then, how the hell did he know about it. For a few moments, I was at a loss for words.
"Mr Kreese, two days ago, you died after slipping from the stairs. You were heavily drinking due to your termination from your job. Though you aren't a suicidal person, but your time in the earth has come to an end, so, you are here in the afterlife. I, the Grim Reaper welcome you here."
I started laughing. Man, the alcohol clearly messed up my mind. But this dream was interesting. I will make sure to write it down tomorrow morning, and make sure to write a one-shot story.
The young man, who was calling himself the 'Grim Reaper', smiled again. That smile changed into a small laughter.
"What's so funny?" I asked him. I was a little bit irritated now.
"I like the idea of a one-shot story." The young man smiled again. Then his face turned serious.
"I am sorry to be the bearer of this bad news, but this is the truth. Look at that wall." He pointed his right hand towards the wall of that side. But I couldn't turn my head, because my eyes were stuck into his palm. There was no flesh or skin on that palm, only white bones. The hand was of a skeleton's, not of a human's.
"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I shouted on the top of my lungs. I was desperate now. I wanted this dreadful nightmare to end at any cost. I jumped from the chair, and tried to run out of the room. But then I looked at a wall, which became transparent. The wall became a television screen, and in that screen, I saw myself. I was walking down the stairs of my apartment, fully intoxicated, no, I was drunk. Then I saw myself slipping. My head hit the stairs, and started bleeding. The scenes then fast forwarded, and I saw myself admitted in a hospital, with my head bandaged. I saw my ECG machine became straight. My landlord and a few of my friends were there. Then I saw a tombstone, which read
Martin Kreese
Born 18th April, 1993
Died 5th January, 2021
"So this is not a dream?" My voice was chocked now. Tears were falling down from my eyes. I pinched myself hard, but felt nothing.
"You are a soul now, my dear friend. You will feel nothing." The other man's voice came into my ears. He was the Grim Reaper himself, so I better acknowledged him like that.
I turned my head, and saw him calmly standing. He was now wearing two black leather gloves in his hand. He was now looking like a normal person.
"I am sorry if I have startled you, Martin, can I call you that?" He asked in a soft voice.
I nodded dumbly. This was too much for me.
"Why don't you sit down? Take all the time you need. Calm yourself down..." He stopped mid sentence. I looked at his face. His face was shocked. He was looking at the wall, where my tombstone was proudly announcing my death.
"No, no, no...This can't be happening. Martin, what is your date of birth, 18th or 19th April?" He asked in a desperate voice.
"My birthday is the 18th April, 1993." I answered him.
"Oh, shit. This can't be happening. After seven billion of records, oh god, what have we done?"
The young man looked broken. Suddenly, with my great astonishment, and, a little bit of fear, I saw his body and dress started changing. In a few moments, I saw the original Grim Reaper standing in front of me, clad in a black cloak, with a glowing scythe in his right hand. The skeleton face had no expression, but then I heard his voice.
"We messed up big time, Martin. WE really messed up. Out of the seven billion records in our database, only your record that was overlooked."
What the hell?
Grim cleared my doubts in a moment. The department of death was working overtime from the last ten months due to the worldwide pandemic. Now, a group of computer hackers were trying to hack the secret servers of the Pentagon, but the police busted them. The hackers opened fire at them, and in a shootout all four hackers lost their lives. Now, they were cyber-terrorists, and they were sentenced to the hell. But they had managed to strike a bargain with the Devil itself, and with the help of some rebellious teenager and child angels, they hacked the full database of the department of death. They messed up all the birthday and death day records. God had caught then, and banished them from heaven. The angels were now in the limbo. The department of death under Grim rectified all the database record, but due to a manual error, my record was somehow overlooked. Now, for this error, I had lost approximately fifty years of my life.
"So, it's your fault. Then send me into the world again." I asked him.
Grim, who again changed into the human form, heaved a sigh.
"Martin, your body had been buried. Now, if your soul again entered in your body, then you would become a zombie. You will lose all the human qualities and emotions that you have."
"So, that means my life ends in this tragic way, and without any fault of mine. I haven't even watched the Cobra Kai season 3." I heaved a sigh.
"Well, you can watch it now. You can binge watched the three seasons without feeling tired." Grim said with a smile. In a moment, the wall glowed again and it changed into a screen with three folders."
"Here, you can watch it. If you want the screen to be smaller, just think about it. If you need any refreshments, just think and you will have it here. I have to go now. I need to speak to the GOD about your situation."
I nodded silently. Then I started watching from the first episode of the first season. The time was passing by. I haven't felt bored or tired. But my human mind willed for fried chickens and coke. I was happily munching, and watching.
When Miguel again stood up, I became emotional. When Hawk redeemed himself, and joined his friends again, I cheered loudly. When Chozen honked Daniel's nose, that moment was the funniest and also I learned a lot from that. John Kreese's back-story helped me to understand him properly. That man needed therapy and counselling. He wasn't born evil, the war made him. But still, he needed a leash on him. A man with unstable mind is not in a position to teach the kids.
After the last episode of season 3, I willed my mind for darkness. In the dark room, I lied on the floor, when the floor magically became a bed under my body. I was lying, and thinking.
"Having fun?" Grim's voice entered my ear. I tried to sit up, but Grim told me to lie down.
"Well, what now?"
"WE have a lengthy discussion with God and the other angels. Then we have reached in a conclusion."
I was impatiently waiting. Grim took a pause, and said again.
"WE can't take you back in your life again, but, we can offer you a chance."
"A chance?" I mumbled.
"Yes, a chance to live inside the universe of a movie or a TV-series of your choice."
"What?"I was shocked.
"Yes, Martin, just like your favourite fanfiction genre, the self inserted other characters. Now tell me what universe you will select. "
Now my mind was full of joy. Yes, I would take that offer. I had already made my mind too.
"Karate Kid universe, in the year 1984." I said to him. Grim nodded with a smile.
"Ok, but here is the next part of the deal." Grim smiled again.
"Why I have a feeling that I am not going to like it?" I thought to myself.
"Oh, but you are going to like It.", Grim started laughing loudly. Then he said,
"God and the angels decided that the angels who did that crime deserve a punishment. No other punishment could have been better than a life in the human world. So we will send those nine angels along with you in that universe."
Grim took out a mobile phone and called someone. Then, a few moments later, an invisible door opened, and a group of boys and girls entered the room.
"Hi, I am Miguel Diaz."
"Hi, I am Robby Keene."
"Hi, I am Aisha Robinson."
"Hi, I am Samantha Larusso."
"Hi, I am Tory Nichols."
"Hi, I am Demetri."
"Hi, I am Eli Moskowitz."
"Hi, I am Bert."
"Hi, I am Nathaniel."
"Oh crap!", I looked at grim, who had the perfect 'cat that ate canary' look in his face.
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