The only thing I could see is darkness. "Where am I? Who am I?". I realize I'm in a small cramped area. I try to move around as I do, so I feel something in my pocket. I reach into my pocket and pull a lighter. "Why do I have a lighter? Whatever at least I can see now". I turn on the lighter to see I'm in a metal box. In the box by my feet, I see a name and date the name. "Ray-Lin 3012 - 3028. "No, it can't be, I'm dead?!? No, there's no way. I'm buried alive?!?! I have to get out of here". I start to scream for help hoping someone can hear me.
Then I began to punch the metal coffin, and slowly my knuckles started to bleed. I realize that I'm losing oxygen. I need to calm down. "How am I going to get out of here?" After what felt like hours of sitting there in the dark, I decided to give up. "What's the point? I don't remember anything. There's no way I'm going to get out of here. I don't even know why I'm alive I'm supposed to be dead." As I'm about to take in my last couple of minutes of oxygen, I feel a strange power coursing inside me.
I soon began to bash my hands into the top of the metal coffin, my knuckles still bleeding. Eventually, I cracked the metal, and I'm able to burst out. I dig out of my grave. "I'm free!!" I yelled out as a cold breeze flowed through my hair, "it's snowing," I whispered to myself. I looked at my pale hands that matched the snow. Flashes of my memory were coming back to me. Not all my memory was coming back. But enough for me to remember my parents and when I got bullied in school. Soon enough, I was on my way to see my parents again.
After what felt like hours of walking across town, not a single soul was in sight. I stopped at a house with a small little porch and lights that were shining into the streets. I heard several voices coming from the house. "My parents were definitely in there, I just know it," I said to myself as I banged the door. Moments of waiting, I heard the steps of someone coming towards the door. It opened to show a fifteen years old boy. He was wearing a large jacket and a scarf over his face. The only thing I could see is his blue eyes.
"Who are you?" said the kid.
"I'm Ray, who are you, and why are you at my house," I replied to the kid. "
Who is that?" a man's voice yells out before the kid could have a chance to respond. A man appeared before me. He was quite tall, maybe six feet. The man looked at him with confusion; silence took over the freezing air.
"Can I help you?" said the man. I stand there looking confused, "can I help you?" echo in my head.
"Who are you people, and where are my parents?" I said to them.
"Who's your parents?" the man asked me. He begins to scan me up and down several times, always stopping at my eyes.
"Jade Lin is my father, and my mother is Sunny Lin," I replied. In the house, I would hear comments and laughter here and there.
"Wait, you do mean the previous owners that used to live here?" the man said. I couldn't tell who was more confused.
"What do you mean they used to live here? Where did they go?!" I ask loudly. He stood there, unable to respond.
"Where did they go?" I asked once again. I waited there like a little kid waiting for his favorite TV show to start. It's cold and dark, I say in my head.
He motioned to the kid to leave; he then looked back at me.
"Kid, they didn't go anywhere...They're dead," He said with a soft, gentle voice. I chuckled, but he held a straight face.
" I like dark humor, but don't you think that's a little bit too much ?" I said to the man. Music starts playing from the house, and the laughter from within the home grows.
"It's not a joke they died, it's been over five years now," He said.
I stare at him in despair. Then everything drops, every feeling I ever had was gone. I felt numb, "Do you want me to call someone?" he asked.
I step off their porch, saying, "No, thanks. I'm fine." I walked away from the house and into the streets.
I soon found myself in an alleyway. A looked at my hand to see that it was covered in snow and dirt. My head then begins to feel like it's getting pounded by a hammer. Unable to take the pain, I fall to the ground, in agony. Everywhere I looked was covered in blood. The beautiful pale snow was now stained and blood. More and more of my memories were coming back.
I remembered being in court and seeing my parent's faces when I got the death penalty. My body begins to sweat profusely, and my breathing then becomes erratic. I look once more at my hand to see that it is drenched in blood. "What's happening to me? Please someone anyone help!" I tried to yell out but had no luck in doing so. My throat felt dryer than a desert. Each breath I took made me want to puke out my guts. Unable to take the pain, I fell unconscious.
A Few seconds later I opened my eyes to find that I'm in complete darkness. It felt relaxing and smooth as if I was underwater. I couldn't tell what was up from down. All that was irrelevant, because I felt something watching me and every move I made. The present was strong but unnoticeable. It felt soothing but filled with ferocity and rage. "What am I feeling? Is this my emotions? No, it can't be. Why would I be filled with so much anger?" I said to myself, self-confused. I felt like I was slowly falling, but I didn't know where to. I couldn't tell if my eyes were still closed or if it was open. "It's so dark, what's going on? What's happening to me?" I said in my head.
Suddenly I found myself in a small room with nothing inside it. " I apologize for the inconvenience, but we have to address the matter immediately." a calming distorted man voice said out loud.
"Who are you, and where the hell I'm I? Also, why the fuck you brought me here!! " I yelled out. He then sighed at my comment.
"Maybe this wasn't as good as I thought. Anyway, I'm Omba, and you're my host. Unfortunately, we can't separate, so meaning you stuck with me, and I'm stuck with you. As well your memories will come back to you, and you will remember what happened to you and no, I don't know what happened to you," the voice said
"So what now, cause I don't know what even to do. I want to go back to my mom and dad," I said. As I drop to the floor.
"Well, you can go see your parents, but that will be difficult. With dedication, you can see them again." said the Omba.
"How is that, how I'm I able to see my parents!" I yelled out to Omba.
"Well, luckily for you, you're what's called a Jumper. A jumper is a person who goes to different universes. Jumping is second nature to you, just like breathing. The only thing you need to worry about is thinking of a location. For example, think of a place where there are people with powers, and I will guide your form there," said Omba
"How's that going to help me find my parents," I said, confused.
" Well, we can't just go straight to heaven. We have to go to other worlds to make you powerful because they don't just let anyone through heaven."
"Ok fine, I will do it just to meet my parents again. I will do anything to meet them one more time. Oh also, what are you?" I asked.
"I am a spirit. Fortunately, you have freed me from my imprisonment, so I will aid you in any task you need, and as well I can only survive with you alive. You can rest assured as long as I'm here, you will be safe," said Omba calmly.
I start picturing the different types of powers, and when I do, I feel something strange. I sense energy from every corner of the universe, coursing through my veins. " I opened my eyes to see that I'm in an alleyway. The sun was shining down on me. I walked out of the alleyway to find that nobody was around besides the man riding on a giant sword. There were a few houses near each other and an enormous library behind me.
I turned towards the library window to see that I was young, 5'6 tall, and skinny. My hair was blond, with blue eyes, and none of me was rotten. Unfortunately, that was not what caught my surprise. What grabbed my attention was the left side of my face is all smoke. I tried to brush it off, but it couldn't come off. " Fuck it. I will worry about that later, Omba, will this come off?" I said to him,
"We need you a healing scroll, but that costs money, so we need to find you a Job. And your healing right now, so when you're done healing that will come off." Omba replied.
"So I need to find a job that won't be hard at all, "I said as I took my first steps in this new unknown world.