The bussing sound of cars passing in the highway was like melancholic piano tunes in constant motion
I could faintly hear screams of people laughing their insides out to hearts content
It was late at night but also morning, the cold air pressing on my old shirt was expressive as every morning since I was seventeen, DCS would not take me because of my so called "psychotic disorder" not that I know what they want
The names Oliver fellow lad and unfortunately all my money was spent by my guardians
probably about four years ago that happened when I was no less then thirteen and could not look out for myself
"Shut the hell up, I don't like this either" Oliver was living under an old highway bridge and he was clearly not liking the old man that was right next to him on the pathway
he always lived in New York Manhattan and could never find a single opportunity or job here to try, all of his hellish luck was in him deep
Steveson always bugged me out because of all his preachings in the morning
"Oh Lord, please give me power, trust me with it, I will do good!" Every single freaking morning he shouted outside his tent and did it
Steveson had been with him ever since he came to this place after he became homeless
It seemed like all of the bugs and smell was all bearable to him now that he was here for so long, the rich were corrupt
They only cared about themselves and their needs, I would do that to as well
the only exception is that they are too blind with greed and money that they forget all the sadness and pain everyone has stored up inside of them
The constant pain and madness that never died was apart of him now and he could feel it
Well of course the poor were always looked down upon, right?
Well I have a feeling, they always have had the feeling mutual like their connected
It was not easy to be just him and Stevenson along with others
sometimes gangs showed up from time to time to beat me up for food and different things, though they never bothered the old man
Go figure, he almost had nothing with his small tent and little preaching spot
Oliver fended for himself by going to different forests or stores and getting something eventually before running off
His clothes were torn and he barely had any food because of gangs or food shortage and by now, the desperation was getting real
At exactly the fourth of July, Oliver could see all the food and fireworks in the night from his lonely tent and grubby place
"Anyways it's not like I can do nothing about it, every time I go the people shoo me off as well as the vendors"
All of them are rotten to the core he thought, not even giving me a chance before shooting me off
It was like seeing your favorite drink in the hot sun really cold and icy which looked like it was going to drain you of your innocence to get it
"I have starved, bled even several times and gone desperate, I have no more meaning in this world anymore"
"It is time for me to end my suffering and live no more" Oliver took out his shredded knife and began pointing it in his direction to the heart
"Goodbye, old friend and goodbye good and steady world I will see you in my next life" and with that he died just like that
Oliver could see endless darkness maybe because his eyes were closed, NO!
He remembered, he died and stabbed himself because of depression
"Wonder what will happen to me next, go to hell or heaven?" of course Oliver would think about these things as he always heard about it from the old man
I was starting to feel digested and thrown up thousands of times over, even seeing lucid hallucinations like space
Though suddenly he heard a faint distant voice "You will not die, and you will not have permission to die forever" it was like a angelic voice but with a demonic taste to it
"You have lived a mortal life of sorrow and sadness, and for that I shall give pity to you"
"You had sorrow but you also had lost the willpower of the soul, and so you will be embodied with the deathly curse which will make you death"
"This curse is a blessing but also curse as whoever you touch will die instantly, and no you cannot kill yourself as you are now eternal and neverending. Do not worry this power and curse will be able to bend to your will over time if you will it" Oliver could not believe this shit, as the curse began to take affect something ghastly became into him like fusing with his inner being and soul
"THE RACKING PAIN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" his emotions were somehow weaker now
Oliver somehow knew now that pain and death were now one with him and he had escaped from both of them
I could now feel all the madness and death, especially the death all around the air, IN MY HEAD
the tortures screaming and deaths coming at me were hell multiplied by a hundred fold
all of these deaths became a part of me as well and I could sense destruction and the pain all around
I began to stabilize and tried my best to withstand the incoming headaches, now noticing a change
my vision and senses still blurry subsided and I could find himself in a barren white void
the now calm and collective mind became active again and started to work
"The universe has give me a gift of myself and me, this is very hard well though but I will still control it and rule" Oliver's attitude now had become an indecent bold one and he was now an expressionless and empty mind
His worries were gone as well as all of the pain and sorrow, it got cured all of the emotions were subjected
He just noticed that he was a skeleton that was alive and walking, he wanted to became human for now and so he willed himself to put all the flesh and tendons back together
As he became himself again, the voice was already gone
"How could he control this powerful curse, and how would I be able to live life?"
"All my life I have been in the ugliest position that I would have every wanted" Oliver obviously still knew about his whole life situation and how he ended up here, it is not sad that he has gotten this curse as he has nothing to love for or care for in particular
With that he knew what he would do, galactic conquest and domination?
No, live a life of my own and I would choose my path to go towards which would be to have my enjoyment in life and do whatever I want
Oliver found that he could teleport to his place under the highway bridge
The old man surprisingly was not there as even his tent could not be seen
I went to my tent and from the corner of my eye I saw a cat rush towards me for some reason
I was now afraid of what was going to happen to the poor cat
It jumped on me and I could feel the faint softness of it and all of the brilliance and warmth, unfortunately just when I was starting to carrase it
the cat straight up went limp and stared at my direction with pale and dead eyes
deep inside of me had some sad feeling though the impassiveness gave in and I turned away
As I started walking away with my toned muscular and tall body that was sculpted by me with the curse somehow, I did not look back and knew what I had to do
head to the job I never wanted to do ever in my life because of my lazy and bad body
I would do what I always wanted to do and knew I could do with the right things, well that was to travel the universe and it's galaxies
Though we would start with earth first, and along the way gain money and prestige so that I can have a better life overall