TOKYO 2025...
A male appearing to be around his teens sat in a large room, in front of him was a laptop placed on a desk. The rest of the room was mostly empty.
A few steps from him was a portrayed hologram of a woman in a blue suit and with a physics textbook in hand. The hologram appeared to be an AI teacher who was having it tough because the teen ignored her, busy with his laptop.
"Please sir I would appreciate it if you could listen to me." she pleaded but her plea fell on deaf ears.
Outside the room were two huge men dressed in thick black suits standing in guard of the door.
"He seemed really upset today, are you sure he's doing alright?" one asked the other concerned.
"He should be fine" the other replied.
He opened the door stealthily only to find the teen sitting comfortably.
"He's alright" he assured.
Back in the room, the ignorant teen typed so fast as waves of code skipped past the laptop's screen. In no time the AI started glitching then eventually turned off. The teen sighed retiring fully into his seat.
"Useless, I wonder what it'll be like to be in a real class, with real people; I bet I'll get into a lot of fights" he smirked looking at the ceiling but quickly withdrew the smile.
"It's been a long time since I had friends and enemies, that's all in my little boy memories now. Money really does a lot to someone." he lamented still staring at the ceiling.
"Why can't you just end it all, I gave you so many chances" he barked in a low voice clenching his fist. "Just take my life you god damn demon"
The teen was almost in tears before wiping his face of its vain expression.
"If you won't kill me- I'll just have to kill myself." he murmured before lifting up his bag and heading for the exit.
He came out to meet the two guards placed outside the door confused at his presence.
"I'm done, let's go" he said walking past them down the hallway.
"Are you sure you're done, the classes have never been this short before… sir…sir…" One said as they both trailed after him.
Waiting outside the building were coordinated lines of guards leading all the way from the door to the parked limo.
"Hope you had a good session sub boss!" They all chorused bending their head slightly.
The young teenager threw his bags to a guard, put both hands in his pockets and walked towards the limo. A guard opened the door for him and he stepped in then the guard got in and closed the door.
The drive home was filled with silence as usual, the forty-five minutes drive was over and he was now home.
He opened the main door to his house and was welcomed by the voice of the home AI. He went straight to his room and immediately he opened the door, he received a solid punch from a thrusting boxing glove which was fixed on a large iron spring across the room, the teen used his hand to wipe off most of the blood crawling out of his mouth but a new stream would surface.
"This is all that keeps me sane" He thought looking at the boxing glove.
His room was really big and spacious, with stage one decorations. He went over to his bed and lay flat on it with his head facing the ceiling.
"According to schedule I'm to sleep now- but I can't; I can't do this anymore I have to talk to someone who is not paid to follow me around or circuits who teach, such a waste of breath I am. I just can't wait forever for you death." He said as he brought out a small red buzzer whose wire led into the wall, he made to press it but stopped.
"I'll give you one last chance to end my misery." He concluded putting the button beside him on the bed, adjusting his position he hugged his pillow tightly and slept off...
MID NIGHT…
The sound of thunder filled the room as it rained heavily outside. The thunderous sounds continued: waking the boy up. He stood and yawned rubbing his eyes with his left hand. It was then he noticed the room was filled with thick layers of smoke and coughed lightly.
"Is something burning?" He said faintly.
Slowly the fazed teen walked to his bathroom, got in then strolled to the wash basin. He turned on the tap and splashed water on his face two consecutive times; he stretched his hand towards the hanged towel and cleaned his face with it.
Finally he sluggishly looked into the mirror but saw nothing which made him jump back and yell in shock.
The laughing voice of a male was heard, the teenager turned swiftly to the direction of the voice and was alarmed by the presence of a tall man in dark clothing.
"Who are you, how did you get into my room, start talking." He said stepping back uniformly.
"Calm down calm down, there's no need to be scared." The man cautioned with a smile.
"Who the hell are you?!" the frightened teenager thundered.
"You really want to know who I am don't you?, follow me then." The man said as he went back into the room.
The boy weighed his options and finally decided to follow the mystery man but made sure to keep a safe distance.
The conceited man stopped by the bed of the teenager while the guy in question stood at the door.
"Take a look." He said stretching his hand towards the bed.
To the boy's surprise he saw himself still lying on the bird with his left hand over the buzzer. The teenager felt like his brain was imploding on itself as he tried to scan for any logical explanation.
"Yep that's you, you're dead." The man said it with so much joy that someone would have thought he won a prize.
The confused teen walked over to the bed not minding the man anymore.
"Is that me?" He asked as he paused.
"Hmm." the man confirmed quickly.
The traumatized teenager staggered backwards into the embrace of a chair.
"Hmm, so he came for me after all." He said looking at the ceiling with a feint look plastered on his face.
"Looks like you were killed by some kind of poisonous gas; I guess this is the activator." The man said staring at the red buzzer with a cautionary glare to the boy.
"If you knew me you wouldn't judge." he defended not regretting a thing.
"So what now?" he added.
"You come with me." the man replied quickly.
"And who the fuck are you?" the teen asked.
"I am a grim reaper, I was sent to collect your soul." he replied.
"Well you don't look like one." the teen confirmed examining the man's body.
"Oh kid, grim reapers aren't what you think we are, our ancestors were born of a wish carried out by the order from above. We look like you, we think like you, we reproduce like you, we also bleed like you. Just that we don't actually have- hearts....or something like that, i don't give a damn." the man enlightened.
"So there's nothing here?.." the ten asked placing his palm in between his chests.
"The thing is that we possess the characters of dead people in some ways, we don't die. We just stop functioning when our flow of energy is disrupted by any physical barrier, right...here" the reaper answered placing his right palm over the middle of his chests.
Immediately, a golden spear pierces right through him, exactly on the spot he had just showcased. The formerly less concerned teen fell off his seat as the reaper weakly knelt down gasping for air.
He managed to turn slightly towards the window where the weapon had originated and stole a glance of a figure standing at the roof edge of the next building.
"What the hell?!!" the teen cursed back strolling away from the reaper.
In an instant the man grabbed the teen's hand and before the teen blinked, they appeared to be in a nearby field which was about two acres away from his room.
"How the fuck did we get out here?!!" the teen freaked breaking free of the dying reaper's hold.
"Quiet!!" the reaper warned before grabbing the spear, he drew it out slowly and painfully to the dislike of the teen. He winced in pain as he threw the spear to the ground.
His shirt was drenched in blood and there was a massive hole leasing all the way from the back of his chest to the front in which a white vapour floated out.
"My energy is evaporating, there's been a breach in my system." the man said as he lay down on the grass.
'No no no, you can't go now, what happens to me?!"the teen rushed over to the reaper.
"You really are self-centered.. Xelian" he replied with a weak grin on his face.
"I knew they would come after me once I missed this job but I never thought they would come at me during..." series of coughs stopped the reaper from concluding his words.
"What are you talking about?" Xelian asked.
"I work for a well known grim reaper organization, but something happened and I found out. Now they want to kill me...I can't let them have it, instead I'll give it to this annoying kid, he has the potential already, though he just needs a jumpstart" he said into empty space.
Immediately he gripped Xelian's wrist.
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