I felt my dry lips separating slowly.. my tongue moved in quest of a plausible taste left from my last meal.. however it was surprisingly impossible. As my tongue was weakly moving inside of my dry mouth I opened my eyes gently.
I then started moving my every body part starting with my fingers.. my hands.. and my arms to my presumably extremely weak legs.
I was at that moment laying down on the ground.. my thorax, my head and my ribs were pretty painful.. I could as well feel a substance glued right below my nose. I started scraping it with one of my fingers, the substance crumbled easily.. I therefore looked at my finger that was slightly red. I concluded quickly it was blood.
I painfully got on my feet.. my whole body felt weak, it was just like if someone had beaten the fuck out of me and had left me for dead on the floor in the middle of damn house. I plausibly actually not that far from what truly happened.
I walked across the room, the floor was made of wood and seemed pretty old.. It was smelly and.. dirty and dusty. I found the bathroom in ease, I turned on the tap and waited for seconds until some water reached my dry hands, I brought some to my face and tried to wash my hair as well as I could.
I cleaned up the mirror in front of me and was able to look at my face for the first time.. and then I unwillingly showed a massive smile.. It wasn't the one I used to be? It just fucking wasn't me? That dude I was able to distinguish had nothing to do with me. It was an undeniable complete different individual, that could mean one thing, I had ceased to exist in the world I used to live in.
That fucking system wasn't like, I had a chance, a second chance to follow the path I've ever dreamed of? to be a hero and save the world? to obtain a harem just like in these stupid japanese shows? nahhhhh Had not interests in all of that, what I really wanted was power, I wanted to make that reality mine, I had to own this world so that it does not fuck me up.. just like the old o did.
This meant I had the possibility of starting over, I reckon my face was not that terrible, I thought at that moment. I could say my body stinks, it stinks like death.. I decided to shower, I grabbed the shower curtain with both hands and pushed it to the left. I looked down, and I furrowed my bored eyes, I wasn't looking at anything family friendly, a dead body. No cap, I was observing a 30 years old dead woman.. Who seemed to be taking a little bat5h in her blood, that girl had the skull ripped apart and I was able to observe some mashed brain in the so red bath water. That was perfect.. What a splendid view, I slowly looked down and vomited the damn shit out of me.
I wasn't showering today.. I thought disappointedly.
I got out of this bathroom and headed out of what appears to be my residence, I barely could really stand up.. I made it out and was dazzled by the lighting of the sun.. I was capable of taking a few steps, however I hit a small rock and fell slowly as my body was weak.
I stood up roughly, I looked around me, my surroundings. It appeared I was in the middle of nowhere, in a dense forest, my home appeared to be in a plain surrounded by a bunch of trees. It was not inhabited by anybody, my house was the only one in there. I was thirsty, hungry and miserable in a nutshell.
I loudly sighed
'I'm gonna make this mine hjahah'
I was smiling idiotically, I headed back to the inside of my home.. The floor was dusty and nasty, could clearly see some rest of food laying down on the assemblage of wood being the very floor where I stood. I didn't know where and how I had been born in this new body, but what I was very much sure of, is that failure was not an option, I had been given a chance, a precious one, the very chance to shine and surpass the Me that neglected his preferences for lies and expectations, the Myself that wanted anything but success over my desires, that for the world not for me, the Myself that so pathetically envied happiness however could never reach it.. It is why I couldn't think of anything but to show my power, my wisdom and very plausible amusement. Neglect and shame were now the good old past and what's coming was the true deal, a future ringed with possibility and option. I was a free naked man against a brand new foreign civilization and that teased me up.I felt overwhelmed by freedom, I could reach new steps and evolve towards better perspectives and ideologies, I was rexisting through a purely beautiful reality, some that let me dream of flowers and oranges..
I was able to somehow reach one of the bedrooms in quest to find some suitable clothing I may have used to seem somehow civilized enough to be socially presentable and as I was entering it I could smell the very obvious smell of whatßs slowly perishing and decomposing with time, some expired organic chemicals, yes another one.. god damn.. How many people passed out in this house? I asked myself as I was calmly staring at the dead body of a middle aged man, laying on that king size bed that I was already considering usurping for a sane and comfortable night.*
"Dead are dead after all, not like they'll complain anyway.. Right old shit*???", I said while giggling and smiling and giving a decently empathetic look at the dead corpse
However, that matter was not the priority, I was aiming for the wardrobe where I could put my hands on some decently pleasant clothing I could use for my little outside gateway, as I was opening the closet my ears were slightly deranged by the sound of something unexpected, the sound of the cracking floor made of wood. My look remained stagnant, as my brain was reflecting, anticipating.. calculating what was needed to accomplish in the coming seconds.. The dead bodies, the house left dilapidated and scruffy, the perfect murder scene, my legs started trembling as I was pushing my miserable body inside the dusty, dark closet and panicking my hand hit massive nail that was coming out of the side of wooden closet, I left a so very slight whimper escaping the closeness of my lips and shamefully.. Tone of blood was evading my very body through the bleeding scar on my hand.
"I... I'm such a mess hahahahahaha, I'm not going to lose what I have been given, hitman, serial killer?don't matter, I'll murder everyone that's menacing my future utopia. I'm special, the gods have granted me power and supremacy, I'll kill my very enemies.. Anybody that may threaten my royal life." I thought while looking at my pale hand dripping blood and turning blue ultimately.. I was gonna die if I did not do anything.. I looked around and got a tie I reeled around my hand to slow the bleeding. I was going to survive.. "I'm the protagonist" I peeked outside of the wardrobe.. my eyes wide open and my ears were still hearing the sound of the cracking floor as it was getting louder.
It was a person, the cracking floor was no more than very human heavy foot-steps. My legs couldn't stop trembling, I thought it was due to my overall nutritional lack that stress was badly managed by my body. My enemy was coming for me.. was the only idea my brain was considering. As my glazing look was staring at the dead corpse on the bed and thinking that may happen to me I felt fear. The shadow of a man was then distinguishable, two black polished "work" shoes stood still at the very entrance of the room, and finally entered the bedroom, a man.
He was wearing a hat, some sort of cowboy one.. He was dressed old fashioned but with a brown suit, he seemed like someone civilized.. fortunate.. noble. A smelly cigarette in one hand and stroking his lack of beard with the other hand. He sat on the bed facing the closet with a calculus-cold look with some kind of carelessness in his hunter eyes and let his body drop dead next to the dead corpse..
"hi u.. How's it going for you? Hanging out with your dead peers in the afterlife? I advised you sympathetically not to fucked us up.. And now look at ya.. Your boy, your wife.. you.. pff everyone murdered. And your daughters.. they're goodddddddddddd.. You should assist in one of those sessions.. They treated some mercifully.. they have the glory to get sexually combled every day of their life.. I got a taste of the pretty Laura.. she's 12 but so mature for her little age.
I was trapped in this bedroom with the worst of mankind.. a sociopathic degenerated real-life scumbag.. A parasite for society.. I formed a fist closing my weak hands to actually relax my muscles.. I wasn't going to be a hero in this life.. I was going to survive.. I was going to live as I wished.. Neglecting societal values.. Goodness and morality. Judging is for the audience and acting is for the protagonist I craved to be. It was not a dumb idioticroleplay, it was real life and I got to neglect what was morally wrong or right in my old existence.. Others don't matter as much as I matter. That's what I need to know to feel happiness and amusement..
I looked at this motherfucker on the bed and my brain started thinking or even processing as a machine what could be the best way for me to win.
I came to the conclusion that I couldn't win a frontal fight because of my height, my weakened body.. I had to be smart and sneaky if I wanted to..
"Hey dude come here.. you get to clean that mess of yours asshole.."
My thought process was disturbed by the man calling out someone else.. That was unanticipated.. Somebody's else was here.. My chances of winning were annihilated. I was as dead as the blood-bath body or the brainless corpse.. I was already dead and buried underground.. Eaten by the microorganisms and refunded to nature. I was trembling as the gigantic shadow of a man was distinguishable on the wall.. my feet got cold as the snow and he appeared, bald.. 6'9 feet, the presence of an executor.. A glazing look and scars covering his body.. That human was nothing I could kill or even imaginally kill. He was the death messenger himself. I felt like my whole body was crumbling into billions of pieces.. Not a metaphor.. this guy was literally making me feel like I was dying endlessly over and over.. His presence was nothing like anybody.. He was evil, powerful.. He was scarier than the impact of a bomb calling out a real time mass-extinction of a whole community. He was a human killing-machine. No flaw.. He was irrefutably shaped genuinely perfectly. His body was surpassing the finest gun machine.. He was a real one man-army.
As I was staring at his perfect body.. He turned his head very much inorganically and looked in my direction.. I shivered, my face covered in hot sweat.. I leaped a little bit backwards and kept my eyes closed. As my body was weakening due to the bleeding not stopping on my right hand.
"Clean that mess and we need to leave then.. You know how the night is around there.. You wouldn't want to have to deal with those trivial revenants after all.. I'll be waiting for ya outside."
The cowboy man lazily exited the bedroom heading for the outside of the room, and now it was me and the one man army on a lovely date that had apparently already reached its final act.. The bedroom.
"I'm dying?.. This guy's gonna kill me.."