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Chương 3: Daddy - The stinky old man

Chapter - 3

Whoa, hold up! Rick was left utterly dumbfounded. He couldn't believe what he just heard, and his mind went blank for a moment.

But then, as the shock wore off, anger started bubbling up inside him.

"What the hell, old man? You think you can just say whatever you want?" Rick yelled, his face turning red with frustration.

The old man just smirked, looking unfazed by Rick's outburst. "You got a problem with my words, young man? Maybe you should learn to mind your own business."

That was it. Rick had had enough. He just gave this shitty old man beer. To top it off, he defended him against a woman. To go against a woman in this day and age, that too for a foul mouth old man like him. Fuck, Anyone else would be washing Rick's feet and drinking that water. But this old man?

Rick clenched his fists, gripping the old cane tightly, and without thinking, he swung it towards the old man.

But just as he raised the cane to hit the old man, Rick stopped. When he looked at the old man, he just could not bring the cane down to beat him up. Despite the ugly smile on his face, the old man was nothing more than a set of bones put together. No matter what he wanted, his arms wouldn't just move. Rick was too good for this shitty world.

And then it happened. Just as his heart changed, the weather changed with him.

A mysterious force was brewing in the atmosphere, building with electric anticipation. The air crackled with energy, sending a tingling sensation down his spine. Rick paused, looking up at the sky, his eyes searching for any signs of what was to come.

And damn! Out of nowhere, the weather decided to go bonkers.

The sky which was all clear, sun shining brightly on them, had turned all dark and moody all of a sudden, like someone just flipped a switch. Black clouds popped up like nobody's business, and everyone on the street was left thinking, like, "What the heck is going on? What did we miss?"

"Hahaha... It is finally here," as the wind went nuts, the old man laughed like a maniac. The more he howled, the crazier the wind went. From a full-blown hurricane, blowing everything in its path. It was like Goddess Earth was on a rampage.

"What is going on, old man?" Rick could feel that the old man was behind everything shitty going around them, "What did you do?" But before he could get an answer, thunderstruck.

BOOM!

About a mile in front of Rick, the thunder hit. It was like a bomb went off in the sky. As soon as that bright flash hit, people started freaking out, man. It was like a signal to run for your life! Everyone on the street just went into panic mode.

People were sprinting like crazy, zig-zagging through the chaos. It was like a bunch of Olympic runners but with way more fear in their eyes! Nobody knew where to go, but we all knew we had to get the heck away from that lightning show. The ground was shaking under their feet, and it felt like the world was about to crumble!

BOOM!

And the thunder struck again, but this time, it was closer than the previous one.

"Hey, old man, I think it's time for us to leave," Rick said. He was starting to panic now. The situation was not normal at all.

But the old man just kept on laughing, as if Rick had just cracked the best joke ever. He had this crazy glint in his eye, and it was starting to freak Rick out a bit.

"Come on, dude, I'm dead serious. You can't just chill here like this," Rick tried again, raising his voice a notch.

But it's like the old man couldn't even hear him. He just kept cackling away, like he was having the time of his life.

Rick was getting pretty ticked off. He didn't know what the deal was with this old man, but Rick had no intention of sacrificing himself for him.

"Alright, die if you want to. I am leaving," Rick said and tried to leave. But suddenly he could not move. It was like his legs were stuck to the ground.

"Huh? What now?" Rick tried his hard to lift his leg, but they were like they were glued to the road.

"No... No... NO!" This was getting weirder by the second! Rick wanted to get the heck out of there, but his legs had other plans.

"Come on, legs, what's the deal?" Rick muttered to himself, trying to shake them loose.

But his legs weren't having it. No matter how much he pleaded, they won't budge an inch.

And to make things worse, those lightning strikes were getting closer and closer. Panic started to bubble up inside him like a volcano about to blow.

"Okay, this is not cool," Rick said, trying not to freak out. "Legs, we really need to move, like right now!"

But his legs were like two stubborn mules, refusing to budge an inch. It was like they were having their own little protest against him.

As another bright flash of lightning lit up the sky, Rick's heart pounded in his chest. He didn't want to be a human lightning rod, that's for sure!

With each thunderous roar, the fear intensified. Rick was starting to feel like a sitting duck in the middle of a lightning storm.

"Why me? Why now?"

And then, it happened.

A brilliant flash of light streaked across the sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder. In an instant, everything around Rick seemed to freeze, as if time had momentarily come to a standstill. And then, with a force that knocked the wind out of him, a bolt of lightning struck him down.

Pain seared through Rick's body as he was hurled to the ground. His vision blurred, and he struggled to make sense of the chaos around him. Voices and footsteps echoed in the distance, and he could vaguely hear someone shouting for help.

Through the haze of pain and confusion, Rick became aware of a sharp burning smell and the taste of metal on his tongue. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. Fear gripped his heart as he wondered if this was the end.

As Rick began to lose his consciousness. And just as he did, the old man smiled at him, showing his broken teeth, "You wanted to know my name, didn't you?"

"For all these years, I have been called so many names," The old man somehow looked profound. A wise man with all the knowledge in the world.

"But you can call me 'Daddy'" The old man said, grinning.

"Come on. Please say, Daddy."

* * * * *

Here are the choices for the readers. Whichever gets more comments is what we will do in the next chapter:

1. Call the old man Daddy.

2. Show him the middle finger.


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The_Lonely_Guy The_Lonely_Guy

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Chương 4: Messenger of Death: Amanda Miller

Chapter - 4

"Daddy?" Rick mumbled as he fell to the ground.

"Yes! Yes! Say it again," happily, the old man came towards Rick and brought his ear close to Rick's mouth.

"Daddy... You... You... Fucking old cunt..." Rick mustered up all the energy he could and cursed. The soft-spoken boy was nowhere to be seen, "I regret showing sympathy to a two-faced chameleon like you."

"I curse you, you Asshole. Even in death, you won't find solace. Rebirth after rebirth, that dick of yours... It will be chopped up... You will live your life as an ugly eunuch, getting fucked by ugly bastards like yourself, warming their bed night after night, every day."

"I will haunt you... even when... I am... dead..." Rick finally used up all his energy. He slowly raised his hand and showed the old man his middle finger, "Here... Take this, Dadd..." And Rick finally collapsed.

"Phew... That was actually fucked up," With shock and surprise all over his face, the old man felt his ears itching.

"Oh well... My time has already come," the old man mumbled, and all the playfulness on his face vanished. With sad eyes, he looked up at the sky and sighed, 'How long has it been? I can't even remember clearly,' the old man thought.

'I have finally found my successor,' the old man looked at Rick and smiled.

"But a eunuch?" The old man shuddered at the mere thought of it, "He could have at least said a prostitute. That way I could still have some fun," the old man smirked.

Soon, the sound of sirens wailed in the distance, growing louder with each passing moment. The old man looked up, and in the distance, he saw fire trucks and ambulances rushing in.

"Guess this is farewell, brat. Wish I could see what different you would do. Or will you succumb to this curse as I did,"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Aghhh... Fuck! Why is it hurting so much?" As Rick slowly regained consciousness, he felt a sharp throbbing in his head. It was as if a drum was pounding in his skull, and he winced at the pain.

He tried to open his eyes, but the bright light stabbed at his senses, making him wince and shield his eyes with his hand.

"Where am I?" Rick mumbled, his voice hoarse and weak.

As his eyes adjusted to the intense light, he started to make out his surroundings. But the pain remained. Everything around him was white—blindingly white. It was like he was in the middle of a vast expanse of whiteness, with no distinguishable objects or features in sight.

A sense of confusion washed over him. But, suddenly the gates opened, and memories flooded in his mind. How he met the old man. The verbal argument with that good lady who tried to save him from the evil old pervert. Rick's swinging the cane at the old pervert in frustration. The weather turning wild. And in the end, Rick getting struck by a bolt of lightning, sending him into unconsciousness. Rick remembered everything.

"So I am actually dead?" Rick looked at his hands and smiled wryly, "Guess no miracles for me, huh?"

Rick was a bit disappointed, no doubt about it. But more than the disappointment he felt relieved. Relieved from the expectations of his parents, the unrequited love of his, the burden of the society, and more than anything, his growing student loan. Rick was relieved from each and every misery of his life.

Rick then looked around. Everything looked white around him.

"When will he come?" Rick waited. As far as he knew from going to the temple, he was supposed to meet Yamraj, the god of the afterlife soon. But Yamraj has not shown up yet. What was taking him so long?

"Hmm...? Machines?" As he waited for Yamraj, Rick turned his head to look around and saw a few machines attached to him.

"What in the freak show is it?" Rick was confused.

"Don't tell me they have a medical test before they take you to judgment," Rick was losing it. He desperately needed someone to answer him, "What if there is some issue? Where will they throw me?"

And as if Yamraj actually listened to him, the curtains slid.

"Oh, you are finally awake?" A lady dressed in white walked in with a pleasant smile on her face.

"We were so worried about you. No one knew if you would make it here or not," the lady said as she checked the machines.

"Are you him? Did you bring me here?" Rick could not believe he was talking to the God of Death, face to face. And more so, Yamraj was actually a girl. How fucking unbelievable was that?

"Oh no... It's not me. Actually, it was my boss who brought you here," the lady told Rick.

"Auhh..." Rick was disappointed. So it was just a messenger. But to have such a beautiful messenger. Kudos to Yamraj. He is the man. The lady had Brownish-orange hair, a tall figure and ample breasts. Every time she would bend, despite the risk of looking at the God of death, which he assumed she was earlier, Rick still stole glances at that perky ass.

"So you are his messenger?" Rick said.

"Well... You are not far off," the lady nodded.

"I visit before my boss to make sure everything is normal," the lady continued.

"Will your boss visit me? Like actually visit me?" Rick was excited again.

"Well, of course," The lady was taken aback by Rick's excitement, "After all, your case was special. You were brought here after you were struck by lightning. And that's rare."

'Guess there are not many deaths by lightning,' Rick nodded.

"By the way, what is your name?" The lady asked, "We could not find any ID on you. Maybe it got burned by the lightning, along with your clothes.

'They don't know who I am?' Rick lost track of what the lady had to say halfway through, 'What a terrible management in Yamraj's reign.' How could Yamraj, the almighty God of Death show such laxness?

"I am Rick, Rick Smith," still Rick introduced himself. Just to give Yamraj face.

"Hi, Rick... I am Amanda... Your nurse while you are here," The lady introduced herself.

"My nurse?" Rick looked bewildered.

"Auh... Yes... Your nurse."

* * * * *

Here are the choices for the readers. Whichever gets more comments is what we will do in the next chapter:

1. Slap yourself. How stupid you are.

2. Pinch Amanda's ass.


SUY NGHĨ CỦA NGƯỜI SÁNG TẠO
The_Lonely_Guy The_Lonely_Guy

Creation is hard, cheer me up!

Add this book to your library and vote.

Also, read my other story, "The Devil's Harem" (200+ Chapters) you will have to search the story.

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