《Not Many Get A Second Chance》Judgement - 1 (rewrite)
Advertisement
I don't know how long has passed since the explosion, it feels like hours. And nothing is happening so there is nothing to do. I also can't touch, hear, smell, taste or see anything. I just have me and my thoughts, is this all there is after death? Just having thought and experiencing nothing new for all eternity. But what can I do now? Other than thought, I can do absolutely nothing. Maybe if I think loudly I could get somewhere? That's if there is something that could here the thoughts of... well I guess soul would be the closest word to what I am now. So let's-
*GuHagSRTASsowKiUYERTfekViSKI*
...
What the fuck was that‽ It sounded like a horrible beast... Wait? Sound! I heard something! Or at least if felt like sound. But I shouldn't be able to hear, so maybe it was somethings thoughts? I guess that makes a bit of sense, after all, I should be dead. But now there is only silence,it's a little unnerving, knowing there is something out there. Unless it heard my thoughts and is closing in...
...
Or not, it's been silent for at least an hour now. And trying not to think is really hard.
"HEheHeLLORElloECENrelTcenLYoDEtOCElyrEAdeeSceaEcEDsEnedNtLy"
‽ Was that a voice? It sounded like one, I couldn't make out anything other than 'hello' though, but that could have meant something completely different. It could hae been the same thing that made the noise earlier.
"YODeUyoEARcEuEaSarAseLLaEdBEllYoOINGuGIArbeVENReingAgiASElvenCONaLDbECHAeEsecNCEiNondATchaaGLIncegIFEatiliVefeN"
There it is again! But all I hear is gibberish. Is the voice trying to communicate? Or it could be-
"a SeCoNd ChAnCe At LiFe"
-just... Did I hear that right? That was not what I was expecting. Am I missing something from what I heard earlier, all that gibberish could have meant anything. This could be a demon trying to tempt me to make a deal, with that gibberish being some kind of incantation or magical contract. Hmmmmm. Although it could be genuine, I should wait for more information instead of just jumping to conclusions with the little information I have, something which has resulted from all the puzzles Donovan forced upon me. Still, these long gaps of silence aren't helping.
Advertisement
------------------------ > TIME PASSES
"AlL OF yoU havE a cHOice to mAKe, BetweeN ReIncarnaTING on Your owN WorlD wiTh youR MemOrieS wiPed oR YOu can gO to A new WorLD wiTH All yoUr memOries IN Tact."
Finally, the voice returned. That felt like an eternity. Wait, did he just say all? Does that mean there are others the voice is speaking to, is it other people who died on the bus? Is it just random people? What should I... No! I need to stop picking on the little details and focus on the big picture, I'm pretty sure I'm dead so there is no point in thinking of 'what if's or other things I have no control over.
So, from what the voice just said, this second life it is giving us would be putting us in a different world with the memories of our past life. I don't buy it, this has to be some kind of trick or something. For all I know, excepting this deal could have disastorous consequences. Besides, even if this choice wasn't so fishy, I don't think I want to live in another world. One where I won't meet my friends or family, one where I would remember the explosion, the pain I felt and the pain I dealt. I don't want to remember all of this at all. I think it would be better if i just forgot everything and went back to earth.
While I was deep in thought I hadn't noticed the changes around me. There are now many blue glowing lights in the vague shape of a human, so many I can't physically count them. Also, there is a giant white figure with six arms, four on his right and two on his left, his body towers over the blue lights, being five times larger than them. Although the arms and face are clearly visible, the rest of the body seems to be covered in a vague haze. The face, which I can't determine is male or female, has an extra left eye and ear. As for the colour, all I can see is different shades of white, and I don't mean white skin white, I mean pure white.
Advertisement
Whilst I gaze upon the giant being, it moves and speaks.
"If you wish To reincarnAte on your home woRld please will yourself To mE"
Will yourself? What does that even mean? Some of them must have understood how to do it as they moved forwards, towards the originally empty circle where the giant is. So I should just think it? Forward, forward, I want to go to the giant, forward. It looks like it worked as I am now in a cluster of blue. But even though blue is all around I can still make out the giant, which is only a few feet away. roughly five minutes pass before all the blue figures vanish, including the one I had. Nothing else happens for another few minutes. Am I supposed to wait for something now?
"NoW for thoSe oF you whO are going tO youR new liFe, I wilL give yoU #[email protected]#6% ...... A guIde fOR yoU tO helP adaPT TO youR New worLD."
With a wave of its right arm all the remaining blue vanishes, leaving nothing but the white giant. With nothing else left, does that mean the rest have reincarnated. Was I left behind? Hello? Can you hear me?
"yEs!"
The voice enters me and I feel pain and despair rip through me. This is bad! What should I... do‽ The pain... is... un...bear...able...
"yOu ShAlL rEgReT wHaT yOu DiD!"
My... thoughts... are... fa.........
Advertisement
- In Serial139 Chapters
Interdimensional Garbage Merchant
Maya Sullivan was just an ordinary college student working for her parents, when Earth is Integrated into the System. Instead of finding herself stuck in a post-apocalyptic world of monsters and magic, Maya is trapped in a dimensional plane that's filled with its own horrors. While the rest of the world battles a world turned upside down. Maya is alone and afraid. With only a food truck and a crowbar as her companions. Updating Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.
8 88 - In Serial7 Chapters
The Misadventure of Derrick Finigan
The story is about our hero, Derrick Finigan, and his struggle for survival in an unknown environment. This new world is unforgiving, and life is cheap here. Derrick has been abruptly thrown into this realm, and he is going to have to adapt to survive. I plan on updating infrequently and randomly as I'm a lazy bastard.
8 128 - In Serial16 Chapters
Broken (Peeta Mellark Fanfiction)
Peeta Mellark has survived the Hunger Games, he escaped the Quarter Quell, then he was rescued from the torturous hands of the Capitol. His memory has been tampered with, so everything he sees could be either real or fake. Instead of a smooth recovery, he is thrown right into war. What would become of him in the end? Broken. (Taking place a little over halfway through the Mockingjay book and after the movie Mockingjay Part 1) This is a somewhat sequel to the other story I wrote called Hijacked, but I think you could read this without reading the other one. This story and these characters are owned by Suzanne Collins, not me (obvi)
8 123 - In Serial7 Chapters
My Brother's Best friend (Hyde x Reader)
Eric's twin sister falls for his best friend, Steven Hyde.
8 157 - In Serial16 Chapters
Frozen 1 ( Elsa x female reader)
The gay version off frozen 1 with a fry alterations( frozen is not mine it is a Disney movie)(Finished)(Sequel out)
8 152 - In Serial38 Chapters
On Tilt [in progress]
Going on tilt is like falling in love: both make you foolish and should be avoided at all costs. *BROOKEI hate Dean Hollis.I tell myself that every day. And some days, I almost believe it. Some days, I sell myself on at least a solid dislike of who he is and what he stands for.Like his stupid charming smile. His stupid sculpted forearms. And his stupid addictive cologne that leaves me light in the head and weak in the knees. He's a vintage blend of infuriating and intoxicating, all in one deceptively handsome bottle.Let's not forget his notoriety for emotional hit-and-runs. Dean is a bad decision just waiting to happen. I would know.Been there, done that... Literally.*DEANI remember the first time I saw Brooke Maccabe. My first thought was, holy shit. That's the hottest girl I've ever seen. I was trying to think of a good pickup line when she walked up to our door and gave Brendan a hug.My next thought was, fuck my life. Because that dime? She was my best friend's baby sister. And she was sixteen.Verboten. Off-limits. The Demilitarized Zone. She may as well have had a blinking red neon sign over her head that read, 'Look but don't touch: Violation punishable by death'.Problem is, I really wanted to touch.And the even bigger problem is, nine years later, I did.*18+ for explicit adult content
8 195

