“ They say death is only the beginning, for me it was. I call it a sudden awakening, it showed me how bad I was in my life. I wish I wasn’t murdered, but I guess I deserved it. Now I have to survive the underworld, but for you to understand I should go back to my death scene. . .
“ That night was dark, no not dark. . . pitch black. I didn’t know someone was going kill me, sure I killed many others, but it was my job, a professional assassin. It was the same typical night for me. I was coming back from the bar, late as usual. Thank god I wasn’t driving, I was drunk, I had 4 shots and 3 glasses of vodka and one glass of rum. Maybe I was laying it on thick that night. I remember staggering down the sidewalk, clutching the walls of buildings as to not fall over, my vision was blurred, anything could have happened and to me it would feel like an eternity.
“ I finally arrived at my apartment building, quiet at night, but the lights seemed abnormally bright. I looked at the camera as usual and gave a wave, grinning and then laughing hysterically. I finally moved to the elevator, first trying to press the top button to go up but instead clicked the bottom one to go to the basement, ‘ s**t!!’ I had said before trying again, this time finally hitting the top button, noticing the man at the main table staring at me.
“ As I stumbled into the elevator I turned around, showing the middle finger to the man at the counter and he quickly turned away, noticing he was staring at me. I tried to click 4 but clicked floor 7, I was so drunk, I thought I had the right floor. I went to what would have been my room, I never looked at the numbers just had muscle memory. I tried my key with several attempts of not getting the key in, but when I finally did, it didn’t work. I knocked on the door and started to scream, ‘ Let me in, god damn it! I want in! Let me in!’ The janitor saw me and let me in, thinking I was too drunk to get the key right.
“ I stumbled in and the janitor closed the door behind me as I had forgotten to. I looked around, then heard water in the bathroom, and noticed that the stuff in this room didn’t look like my stuff. I knocked on the bathroom and a guy answered, he was dressed in black and he opened the door part way, ‘ How did you get it?!’ I shrugged my shoulders but I needed to barf, I pushed open the door further going to the toilet and puking.
“ I looked up and finally looked around me, there was a dead guy in the bathtub, a bullet shot to the head. I looked up at the man, he had been washing his hands. He now, however, had a gun pointed right at the back of my head. ‘ Sorry, wrong place at the wrong time.’ He took the shot, but I didn’t feel it. Darkness took me quickly as my head hit the toilet seat and I fell backwards.
“ They say death is only the beginning, now I can see it is the truth. A rude awakening and I am doomed to walk this a** of a planet till I can find my way to the underworld where I belong. They call the people that collecte souls Takers, but no one took me in time. My death was a mere accident and I am dead but still among the living, they call me a ghost, but I don’t think that title would suit me.
“ I have heard from others like me, that if I walk this earth for so long and can’t find the underworld where I belong, I may just be promoted to be a Taker. The problem with Takers is that they have to live again, get a normal job, be normal people, and they get their bodies from dead people since you can’t look like your old self. They don’t want you to be your old self if you become a taker. So this is my story.”
“ That night was dark, no not dark. . . pitch black. I didn’t know someone was going kill me, sure I killed many others, but it was my job, a professional assassin. It was the same typical night for me. I was coming back from the bar, late as usual. Thank god I wasn’t driving, I was drunk, I had 4 shots and 3 glasses of vodka and one glass of rum. Maybe I was laying it on thick that night. I remember staggering down the sidewalk, clutching the walls of buildings as to not fall over, my vision was blurred, anything could have happened and to me it would feel like an eternity.
“ I finally arrived at my apartment building, quiet at night, but the lights seemed abnormally bright. I looked at the camera as usual and gave a wave, grinning and then laughing hysterically. I finally moved to the elevator, first trying to press the top button to go up but instead clicked the bottom one to go to the basement, ‘ s**t!!’ I had said before trying again, this time finally hitting the top button, noticing the man at the main table staring at me.
“ As I stumbled into the elevator I turned around, showing the middle finger to the man at the counter and he quickly turned away, noticing he was staring at me. I tried to click 4 but clicked floor 7, I was so drunk, I thought I had the right floor. I went to what would have been my room, I never looked at the numbers just had muscle memory. I tried my key with several attempts of not getting the key in, but when I finally did, it didn’t work. I knocked on the door and started to scream, ‘ Let me in, god damn it! I want in! Let me in!’ The janitor saw me and let me in, thinking I was too drunk to get the key right.
“ I stumbled in and the janitor closed the door behind me as I had forgotten to. I looked around, then heard water in the bathroom, and noticed that the stuff in this room didn’t look like my stuff. I knocked on the bathroom and a guy answered, he was dressed in black and he opened the door part way, ‘ How did you get it?!’ I shrugged my shoulders but I needed to barf, I pushed open the door further going to the toilet and puking.
“ I looked up and finally looked around me, there was a dead guy in the bathtub, a bullet shot to the head. I looked up at the man, he had been washing his hands. He now, however, had a gun pointed right at the back of my head. ‘ Sorry, wrong place at the wrong time.’ He took the shot, but I didn’t feel it. Darkness took me quickly as my head hit the toilet seat and I fell backwards.
“ They say death is only the beginning, now I can see it is the truth. A rude awakening and I am doomed to walk this a** of a planet till I can find my way to the underworld where I belong. They call the people that collecte souls Takers, but no one took me in time. My death was a mere accident and I am dead but still among the living, they call me a ghost, but I don’t think that title would suit me.
“ I have heard from others like me, that if I walk this earth for so long and can’t find the underworld where I belong, I may just be promoted to be a Taker. The problem with Takers is that they have to live again, get a normal job, be normal people, and they get their bodies from dead people since you can’t look like your old self. They don’t want you to be your old self if you become a taker. So this is my story.”
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