Being X is a dick. After I died in my second life, I would be reborn again, so I'm guessing he was smart enough to continue my soul's reincarnation.
Still, I assumed that after winning and being reborn, I would be like anyone else and forget my past lives, but here I am in another orphanage. Why another orphanage? Is he so incompetent?
He started all my life like this cause so far, it ⅔, and it's pissing me off even more so how I'm in the same body as last time with slight differences. From what I can gather here, in the early 70s, my parents seemed to have been hippies and met at Woodstock, where I was conceived when my mother returned home to New York City.
She wouldn't kill me, being that all life was sacred and all that hippie stuff, and instead dropped me here as soon as I was out. It seemed like the world of my first life, so I appeared to be okay.
I decided I might as well do two things in this life and do the same objective I had previously. Still, this time I'll find a way to fight Being X cause, at this point, I'm mentally around 150, so I would like my soul to continue but not with the memories.
In contrast, my future life would lose the advantage of future lives. I trust my soul to be fine without it. My first life did alright without it. As expected, I was seen as gifted and was able to graduate high school at 12 in 1982.
I then got accepted to Columbia University and went through the school, getting all my required classes to graduate as well as my major, which led to an awkward situation of needing electives to graduate.
None of the electives got my attention because my major was history. After all, living some things different from this one was still easy for me. However, I still hadn't gotten all the credits to graduate, so I was going into another semester when I noticed that there was a class in Parapsychology.
In my first life, I would have laughed at it and moved on, but this might be the way I could learn more about what being x is and how to get rid of him and maybe end my conscience reincarnation cause there is no way I'm going through puberty a 4th time.
It seemed that there were three doctors, lots of grant money, and few classes in the program, meaning it could be an easy double major since it was new, as well as teachers that could help with any experiments that could lead to me beating the shit out of Being X the more I thought about it, the better the class seemed.
My counselor was a bit confused, saying I wanted to double major but got me in the class, but he was okay with it once I took some pre-law as an elective.
The first day of class was odd. As I walked into weaver hall, I had difficulty finding the room but found a helpful janitor who told me it was in the basement.
After going there, I found room 205A with the door that said Paranormal studies laboratory with the names of the three professors, Dr. Egon Spengler, Dr. Ray Stantz, and Dr. Peter Venkman.
What was concerning was that there was red paint that said VENKMAN BURN IN HELL, along with a door tag requesting a maid to clean the room. Already I thought about dropping all these classes, but I needed these, and considering the probability that not many schools had this class, I figured this was my best chance to fight Being X.
So, against my first thoughts, I knocked on the door. Once I did that, I heard some crashing items and whispered talking, then saw the door open a crack and then close only to be followed by more whispering followed by more crashing, only for the door to be open by a man sometime between his 30s-40s with the biggest smile.