A/N: A separate life from the first, though not necessarily one directly after the one in the previous chapter. MC has had multiple lives.
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An unknown time later ...
In a different world... A different earth... A different life...
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"Ahh, the new episode is finally out. I want to get home first before watching it, but why is the bus late???"
The young man also looked tired, it seemed he had been waiting for quite a while.
'My legs are growing numb.' He looked behind him and courted the bench positioned there for people waiting for the bus to sit and wait. It seemed like a better idea to just wait there, so he walked towards it and sat.
'Its just a habit now. But since there's no one here today, guess I won't have to fight my way in, I can wait here.' He thought to himself.
A few minutes later while scrolling through pages on his phone to find the perfect stuff for the situation, the young man finally got it. He was also seated on the bench at the bus stop that had a metal housing over it to provide cover, so he wasn't ashamed to be in public. After all, these things were not safe for view in public.
Normally, it would be alright, but having read the manga already, he knew what the next episode he had been waiting for held, something extra juicy.
Just like that, thirty minutes went by without Mike realising, how could he, when he was heavily invested in something more exciting.
'I should stop now, before I Sully my trousers in public.' He had always been a big shooter after all, so he would definitely penetrate through two lines of defence out here.
Even then, he didn't stop, he was really invested. To top it off, work wasn't as stressful as it usually was, so he still had enough energy in him.
*Pum *Puuummmm
A vehicle approached from a distance, cutting through the stale traffic aggressively.
"Hey, watch it!"
"My car!!!"
"YO SLOW DOWN"
"Fuck!!"
Different car owners and pedestrians who witnessed the bus driving recklessly without stopping like he was shooting an action movie scene cursed in anger and shock. Little did they know that this wasn't just a stunt. This was because the breaks had failed!
*Screeeee *Screeeeeee
The bus came full speed towards the bus stop without breaking, the same one it was supposed to stop in.
"The bus is gonna crash!"
"Look, there's someone sitting there, can't he see what's coming?"
"Hey, hey! Move out the way!!!"
The bus driver even screamed at the top of his lungs, but Mike, sitting in harm's way didn't hear a word. How could he have heard anything when he had on earphones to a reasonable volume so he could listen well to what he was watching and not let the surrounding sounds interrupt. Ahh, truly, the healthy man suffers the most. Well, healthy in THIS area.
*Scree *screee *BAAAMM
The bus crashed into the bench at the bus stop, running into Mike who was seated there.
With the sudden force slamming into his body, Mike almost died immediately, but one thing kept him alive.
'Fuck, I can't go out like this, I have to close that tab first...' He tried to crawl to his phone, but he couldn't, he was stuck under some rubble or whatever it was that prevented him from moving.
"Fuck!!! Someone just got hit!"
"Quick, don't just stand there, call the police or an ambulance!!"
"On it, but why am I being yelled at?? Why don't you do it instead??"
As all these people rushed over, trying to figure out a way to help the young man who had just been hit, his consciousness slowly faded away, and he could feel it.
'This is how I die.' in that moment, he must have had that one thing they say happen when you are about to die. A recollection of all your regrets in life.
'Funny how I wished for something about disappearing just the day before…'
At this moment, his heart was not at ease, not in the least. To top it off, he looked up only to find something that looked almost like an illusion, something ethereal.
'What are those? Are angels really real? If they are... then, I'm really fucked…'
Of course he was scared, after all if angels truly existed, that would mean that God was real also, and he hasn't exactly been living a good life as supposed to. 'fuck, I should have listened to granny and stayed a good kid.'
Seeing such visions, the first thing that came to mind was to escape, but he couldn't, his body wouldn't move.
Despite all the struggle, he couldn't escape, as he couldn't move, he was somehow trapped this position the same way he had died. When he looked around however, everything was in a standstill, and all colour was void, then he saw the angel's face properly and his heart was at ease, a bit.
'It's not God, after all, there are no female angels, this must be something else.'
Not having much time to process any other thing properly, he lost his consciousness when the angels got close.
That, was all.