"Fight will be moving by seven tomorrow morning," he thought. He had already booked an early flight to America that would be departing earlier that day, before he died. It was already Monday. Right now, he knew he couldn't stay in this country; it was better to be safer than sorry. Or, if his parents found out that he wasn't dead, he would be killed.
He looked around and saw some clothes he could wear. He quickly put them on and opened the door a little to confirm if there was anyone outside. There was no one outside. This was a morgue, so apart from the cleaner, no one was supposed to be around.
He walked out of the room, down the passageway. "Hmm." After some minutes of walking, he stopped as he suddenly felt two people coming towards his direction. The person hadn't appeared in his line of sight yet, but he could already distinctly sense them. It was a different feeling, as if he had another sense that could spread around. One of them had a gun.
"Is this a perk that comes with reawakening?" he thought. The feeling made him slow down a little, and by the time he regained his sense, the woman had already approached, and he had no way to hide again.
The woman's eyes widened when she saw him.
"Wallace," the man wearing a police officer uniform said, surprised.
"How the hell is he still alive? He's been stabbed through the heart," the man thought.
"Hmm." Wallace frowned as he saw him reach for his gun.
"Don't worry, okay, now that you're alive, it's good. You just have to follow us back to the station to make your statement," he said.
"Ah." He scoffed. If it had been before his so-called sister revealed everything to him, he would have blindly believed the latter and followed them back. But now that he knew everything, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that the whole of Ghana was against him now.
Williams was one of the pillars of the country, so anything he said in this country went. If he wanted him dead, then he would have no choice but to die. Due to some unknown reasons, he had just reincarnated, and he didn't want to die again since he already knew the truth about the afterlife.
"What should I do?" he thought as his brain spun, and he tried to think of what to do, but no idea came. He squinted his eyes as he looked at the man reaching for his gun. "If only I can make them forget, it would be nice," he thought as he looked at the two.
Everything would be easy for him only if he was dead. He must have already boarded the plane by the time they found out that he was alive.
Suddenly, he felt something click in his body the moment he thought that. His dark eyeballs turned into spinning vortices, and the man's hand that had already reached for his gun slipped back down.
Series of information entered his brain as he clutched his head due to the influx of information. He knelt on the floor as sweat covered his brows. Ten seconds passed by like eternity, and the influx of information stopped.
His face turned blank for some time before he finally regained clarity. His face showed a series of expressions: confusion, delight, and others.
"Let's first take care of this," he thought as he focused on the eyes of the guy. The guy's face turned blank, and his eyeballs turned into spinning vortices.
"Sleep," he said. The man fell to the ground and lost consciousness. He looked at the woman, who looked at him as if she was looking at a monster.
"Sorry, but no one must know about me being alive," he said. Her face turned blank, and
"Sleep," he said. The woman also fell asleep.
He dragged them into one of the rooms and locked it. Thankfully, the rooms could only be opened by card, so he took the woman's card. By the time others arrived in the morning and opened the door, he would have already left.
He walked out from the hospital and saw a car there, the car was the one the man brought with him. It was his personal car; he entered the car and used the key he had already collected from him before driving off.
He drove to his own house. It was a villa at the suburb of the city. He loved peace and silence, so he chose to get his personal villa. This also made it easy for him this night because there were not many apartments in the city, and no one should be in his apartment. He would be able to slip into the apartment, get his stuff, and leave.
Anyways, no one knew his status yet. Only his family and the police, along with some limited people in the morgue, knew that he was dead. Others still thought he was alive. He arrived at his gate. He didn't have any keys, but thankfully, a facial recognition security system had been installed at the house. Even though the shape of his face was different from before, he still had the same face, so it was able to recognize him, and the gate opened.
He entered his villa. Strips were placed in the living room surrounding where he had died. There was still blood on the ground where he had died. Memories came back to him, memories of him growing up till he died, till he went to the afterlife.
He stood and looked at the place.
"Peter," he called out in pain. After some time, he quickly snapped himself out of it as his face turned cold.
"I will definitely come back to take revenge for you," he thought as he went into his room. He quickly packed his stuff, took his ATM, his laptops, phones, and the remaining essential items.
He then showered before changing into a black trouser and shirt. He also wore a black hat before leaving the house. He took the keys to his own car and went back to the living room. He went to the shelf in the living room and took out a small recorder that recorded the earlier conversation before he left the house.
Very soon, a jeep drove out from the house. He drove the car through the city; there was quite a distance from his house to the airport. He drove as he thought about what had happened that night. He couldn't help but shudder as he thought about the encounter back at hell.
"What has happened to me?" He was confused as he continued driving. The traffic lights were not working in that area since it was already night, and it was quite desolate.
He thought back to the influx of information that he received back at the morgue when he was still trying to look for ways to escape, and the strange things that had happened. One of them was him being able to sense things at a further distance clearly without seeing them. He could sense things close to ten meters now.
"Clairvoyance," he said out loud. "Hypnosis," the ones he used at the morgue earlier. "Dimension traveler," it refers to an ability that allows him to shuttle between heaven, hell, and the normal world.
"Immortui," it refers to the ability that allows him to bind others' souls to their bodies through a mark unique to him. With this mark, he would be able to sense if they were still loyal or not, and using this mark, he could give them any of his abilities while he still retained them, and he could also sense them. Finally,
"Control," this is another one of his abilities. He didn't know about what it could do yet, but he already had some guesses, as he could already sense that he had a strange connection with metal, water, fire, earth, air, and wood. Those were the information he received as of now.
Just when he was pondering on what had happened, his eyes widened as he made a turn recklessly.
"Bang!" A truck collided with the back of his jeep, denting the car while pushing it forward. The car swerved left and right before hitting the traffic stand at the edge of the road.
He was rocked back and forth in the car because he was not wearing a seatbelt, and his head hit the steering wheel. His whole head reset as it turned blank for a moment, and a wound opened up, causing blood to flow down the sides of his face.
With his blurry eyes, he looked at the truck and saw two guys coming down, walking towards him. He shook his head, ignoring the pain, as he tried to regain his wits. He walked down from the car with shaking legs and looked at the two men.
"Where's Karum?" one of them asked.