What is the weirdest thing you can imagine? Well, it doesn't matter because I have you beat since the weirdest thing in the world is happening to me right now. But let me back up a little and explain to you what is happening.
My name is Cain, 25 years old no middle or last name since I was an orphan abandoned and left to fend for myself. Never knew who my parents are and didn't even try to find them when I grew up. If they didn't want me so I don't want them either. Didn't go to school or college, everything I learned was at the library when the librarian, Ms. Barley, a sweet old lady that went through two divorces, let me in. She always said that I was a curious critter, and I can't blame her since I must have read almost every book in that place two or three times, at least every single one that interested me. From chemistry and physics to mythology and history, but everything was really basic, probably what you could learn in school or a bit further if you searched enough.
Together with my studies at the library, I was cared for by Mr. Faux, an old man, I want to say 65 years give or take a few years, owner of an archery/shooting/swordsmanship dojo? Or would be more accurate to call a training facility? Anyway, he taught me how to better myself through training and I picked mostly bowmanship and swordsmanship since it was what mostly clicked with me, and I like to believe I got fairly good at it, able to go against even the old man when he is serious sometimes. Training that helped when I was older.
Sadly, I was ordered to serve in the army and was deployed to the Middle East. I was a pawn in a never-ending conflict that would either die, come scarred for life or if lucky come back normal, well the most normal one can be. I was one of the lucky ones and got back home with only a scarred chest from bullets and my back with a burn scar from my left shoulder to the center of my back. Not great, not terrible, even more, true when you consider that I had no major changes in my life after deployment, only the occasional ointment for scar and that's it.
Not everything was bleak though, I met one of the only people I would call my friend when I was at war. Freddy was how we called him, a short black haired American-Asian, but don't let his stature fool you he was a master fighter he told us that he was forced by his parents to learn several martial arts, he said they wanted him to learn the discipline to be a better person, however, Freddy always talked how the only thing he learned was how to beat someone's ass. We clicked together when we talked about how excruciating our training could be sometimes. I liked him because he was the reliable and optimist of the group making us feel at ease even in the hardest moments. If I'm being honest here, I would most likely call him my brother if I did not consider him my friend. Unfortunately, he decided to move with his grandparents to Japan, so I only kept contact through rare calls and even rarer visits.
So now that I introduced myself let's get to what happened.
I had just finished my work. After I finished my military service, I started working as a bouncer at a nightclub from an acquaintance of the old man. My work mostly meant dealing with drunkards that are an annoyance or underage teens trying to be rebels to piss off their parents or look good in front of their girlfriends and boyfriends.
This day was completely normal, the same as ever, got to the club, named Ballad of the Night (I know, I know. It sounds like where vampires would go to), got in my uniform, and went outside to deal with the everyday bullshit. At end of my shift, I went home, the dojo by the way, since the old Faux let me live there rent-free, did my night training with the bow to sweat off before bed, and went to sleep.
So, after sleeping you expect what? To wake up in the room you went to sleep in rested and ready to take on life's daily challenges, right? But not me, I suppose, since what happened to me was that I had woken up and around me everywhere there was only white not white light or white paint just white as if all color was suddenly inexistent in the world. Naturally, I reacted a little bit embarrassing by screaming at the top of my lungs as I was scared shitless from my current situation.
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WHAT THE FUCK?!!??!???!!! WHERE IS MY VOICE???? AND WHERE IS ME???? I don't have a body and I mean literally no body, I was "seeing" the white and "feeling" the void space, but no skin or eyes are present in the sensing aspect of it all.
"Stop screaming I'm getting there just wait a few seconds" a mysterious voice sounded everywhere, and I meant it by everywhere. Its voice, I couldn't determine if it was male or female, was coming from everywhere. Well, maybe that is just because I don't have ears to determine the direction
"No is not because you don't have ears is just this a special space I created so just wait a minute." the voice spoke once again and, is it reading my mind? There is no way, right? But then again, my special circumstances say otherwise.
"Yes, I am reading your mind this a trivial thing for a god such as myself
Good then if it is reading my mind, I can at least communicate with it.
Can you hel- Wait god????? it apparently said some outrageous thing right there, didn't it?
"Yes, I will help you. And being a god isn't exactly an outrageous thing you know. Just wait a little bit."
I wasn't able to tell how long I waited but it must have been a short time because almost just after it finished talking a bright light flashed before me or what I believed it was me and suddenly I got hit hard by acquiring a body and mind once again, every feeling and sensation that I took for granted were all jammed in an instant when I got a body again. My sight was blurry and perfect at the same time and I had no sense of depth. My hearing went crazy, hearing animals and sirens and cars even though there was nothing there. I could feel something crawling in my skin while pain like being burned alive surfaced. I could taste sour and sweet and bitter and salty and all in between of those four at once. Last but not least, smelling both good scents like vanilla and lavender and horrible ones like cow poop and decaying trash.
Was as if every hangover and every injury, no matter how small, I had in my life were suddenly jammed into me at once
Therefore, my immediate response wasn't the most gentlemanly one, I was at my knees with both hands on my stomach while vomiting everything I had at my stomach, it was so painful I thought I would end up letting my intestine go through my mouth.
"Sorry I forgot how painful it is suddenly going from spiritual consciousness to an earthly vessel, especially at your first time. Let me help you."
I feel a hand at my forehead and the headache and stomachache and elbow pain and pain pain, seriously if you told me my pain was in pain, I would have believed you.
"There you go. Better?" said the unfamiliar voice.
"Much better thank you," I answer. However, I was still somewhat dizzy from the experience.
Now that I could focus on his voice. It was a male one. It was neither too deep nor too high. It had a slight Italian accent to it. It was comforting knowing that it wasn't a completely artificial voice greeting me.
"Happy you feel that way, Cain." He said, "Anyway, introductions are in order. I'm Ianus, but you must recognize me as Janus."