บท 1: Death
Superheroes, a concept that perhaps only shows how frustrated we human beings are to be "normal. The protagonist of the anime, everyone seems to want to live in a world full of adventures.
Yet I don't wish for something like this, adventures? I think I've had enough for a lifetime. All I want is to escape from those who are chasing me, I don't want to go into a fantasy world or something, I just wanted peace.
I ended up being marked and chased by some mistakes my father made. It made me have a life full of "adventures", in search of a happy ending I ended up realizing that it probably doesn't exist, at least not for me, I'm not in a fairy tale.
In a narrow alley, I was running at full speed, behind me are some of my pursuers, this morning I'm running away from a group, I don't even know for sure which is since there are so many.
"Just turn yourself in!" One of the men who was chasing me screams.
I still don't understand why they shout things like 'Give up' and 'If you give up'. If I'm running away they think what? 'I beg your pardon since you asked me to give myself up'.
The exit was in front of me, unfortunately, I don't know this city well, so I don't know exactly where I'm going.
A street ahead, on the other side there was another alley, maybe I'd cross running, but that would be dangerous, I think it's better to just run right or left.
"It's not possible." I talk when I see someone on the other side. Someone I knew well.
That woman, she... her face, her caramel-colored eyes. For a moment I can feel tears flowing down my face.
Everything around me seems to lose its importance when I see it, my mind doesn't seem to be working the way it should.
Without noticing the street running, around me I hear some people screaming in the background, but I ignore them. I was already halfway there when I feel a big impact coming from the right and I'm thrown.
For an instant I see her dissipating into the air.
I'm scared, I look quickly to the side trying to see what had hit me, but it was all white.
"What the fuck is that?" I speak instinctively when I look at what was around me.
The ground, the sky, everything was white, in fact, I couldn't even identify what was what.
I start to get desperate, I don't know where I am, all this after I've seen 'her', but what the fuck is going on?
Right now I'm punching where the ground should be, so I get something. My hand was totally white like there was no color.
"What do you mean?" I speak by raising my hand and watching her.
I look at my hand, I couldn't even identify where she was.
"Stay calm, you're fine now." A voice can be heard, but you couldn't tell where it was coming from. It was like it was inside my head.
As soon as I hear it I feel a strange sensation of peace running through my body, what was that? It's like all my worries are gone, I feel calm like I've never been before.
My front begins to form something, four metal legs grow and take shape, soon after something black above and in a few moments, there was a black armchair in front of me.
"Sit down, I'll explain everything to you." The voice comes into my mind again.
As it was said, I sit on the armchair, it was strangely soft, as if I were on top of several cushions piled up.
In front of me, something else begins to form, first it was just something gray, however, it begins to take on a rectangular shape and soon a Smart Tv was formed, it was just over a meter and a half away from me as if it was floating.
The TV turns on and something starts to happen, it was on in some newspaper, I try to pay attention to understand what was happening, the image was divided into a small one with the presenter talking and the larger one showing a street.
Several people were around, the street was bottled on both sides, the camera comes closer and focuses on a luxury black car, he was standing in the middle of the street, the image is moving slowly and there shows a white cloth, he was covering someone's body.
I pay attention to the hostess.
"A few moments ago a young man was run over while crossing the street, witnesses say he was running away from two other men," the journalist says as she looked at the papers in her hands.
Some more information is being given, the dead man could not be identified, the driver had a bad time with the scene, among other things. After a while I finally realized, that was the street where I was now, so that body on the ground was...
I start to get desperate again, I feel my vision getting a little blurry, is that... am I crying?
"You can cry, there's nothing wrong with that? How long have you been holding all of this?' That voice again speaks to me, but, unlike the others, it was no longer in my head, it was there, beside me.
I feel a hand touching my shoulder, other things are beginning to appear around me, in front of a slightly messy office table, to the left two bookcases next to each other.
In a few moments that empty place takes shape, the figure next to me also becomes visible. A man appeared to be a little over twenty years old, his skin was dark and his height was medium.
He sits in an armchair, just like I was, behind the office table. As he sits down just looks at me, I try to stop crying a little, but at that moment it was impossible, yet he just waits for me to calm down.
"Is it calmer now?" the man asks after a while.
I feel like I've put a lot of things out at once after I've stopped crying it comes back to me that lighter feeling before, and the mental fatigue disappears quickly.
"I think I'm a little better," I answer your words by trying to calm me down completely but still sobbing a bit.
Now calm I can observe the best things, the man in front of me was the first thing I focused my attention on because somehow he reminded me of the actor in a movie I saw when I was a kid.
The table in front of him seemed a little messy, but not on a common level, there were even plates and glasses on all sides and is the only place that seemed to be a bit tidy was a small plaque with a name, typical in rooms of important people like a company president, on it was written [Trainee God].
"First of all I must introduce myself, I am an intern god, and I am in charge of transfers between worlds." I feel a little lost in your words. The man, probably understanding my confusion, begins to explain.
"It's true, I beg your pardon, you must be little confusing thanks to your recent memory loss. This is because of death, usually, people lose part of their memory when they die, but it's nothing serious, at most you won't be able to remember things like your name, any questions?" His words were like a gust of gunshots, very fast, I'm even a little stunned, but I can understand what had been said.
Thinking a little and trying to force my memory, I see that he is right, I feel that several pieces of information that should be there are not when I think on my behalf that I can imagine something, but somehow it becomes indecipherable for me, however, I feel like I'm losing a lot more than just a name, who was that woman I saw today before I died?
Even with this feeling of losing my mind becomes more lucid and I can concentrate on what was happening.
I have several doubts, by the way, he will answer everything I ask, the first thing that comes to my mind is that sign on the table and the way he called himself.
"What would a Trainee God be?" There were a lot of doubts in my head, but it ended up getting my attention, so I decided to ask.
All I could imagine was the image of a god who would be coffee for the other gods, perhaps carrying a lot of papers, does thinking that qualifies as blasphemy?
"Hmm... Let's say I'm something of a novice god, not yet assigned to any specific function." The Lord takes a short break from his speech and lets out a brief sigh.
"Oh, how I wanted to be a god of nature." The God in front of me says. Talking about the gods of nature I can notice a certain brightness in your eyes.
On second thought, he's a god, he could easily have the power to read minds or something, but he didn't say anything even with my disrespectful thoughts, so I don't think I should have that ability, it gives me a certain relief, I'd probably be offended.
"Is there more than one god?" That answer seemed already obvious with everything he was talking about, however, I still wanted to hear from him, so I asked the question.
"Of course there's more than one god, how do you think we'd take care of so many worlds like that?" says God, looking a little offended, but then takes a short break as if he were thinking of something. "Actually, on second thought, you don't know that your world has a very low scientific advancement to know, besides you don't even have magic!"
He pulls a smartphone out of a drawer and starts messing with it.
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