1 1 - Dead? God? (Prologue)

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'This is how I am going die.. uh? '

'Pathetic. '

'Well it not a surprise considering how rest of my life has been. '

John had given up on tring to stand after many faliars. He had a high fever and couldn't move no matter much how he tried to move. He leaned against the wall of the underground sewers which acted as his home ever since he had become homeless. He could hardly earn enough to eat let alone get medication for the fever. Strangely enough the water in the sewers was higher than usual and was rising at a visible speed. From the noises of people shouting above he could tell that the costal city he lived is being flood due to a coming tsunami. People seem to be rushing to evacuate. He tried shouting for help but couldn't muster enough strength.

'Even if I could shout I doubt they will hear anything over the noice water flooding the sewers. And even if they do hear me, I doubt they will come to help someone like me when their own lives are at risk. And even if they try I doubt they will make it in time. '

The water was already up to his chest. Just five to ten more minutes and it will be above is head.

'Well it not like I desperately want to live.'

John had a miserable life and everything in his life went in worst way possible. He was probably the unluckiest guy in the world.

'Let's not think of depressing things. I wonder if I can meet dad.'

His dad was the only person who cherished him in his entire life. The water reached his nose and he raised his head to keep his nose above water. He felt his eyes going wet, but not because of flood water, and the heaviness in his chest increase, but not because of fever. He was crying. There was a time he used to cry a lot but after all lot of crying his tears went dry but now at the verge of his death he cried again. He was 12 when everything in his amazing life started to go down hill as if he had used up all of his luck and today at the age of 60 when he looked back he thought the same thing he used to think when he was 12.

'Why did it had to be like this? Why does everything has to go wrong? Why could I at least not die in such a slow and pathetic manner waiting for death as it slowly came my way? '

He tried raising his head even further as the water level raised. He tried getting up but his legs wouldn't listen to him.

Why did his dead come in such pathetic manner? He WANTED death. He asked for death many times in his life but what he asked for was a swift painless death not the one like this. All he asked was a swift and painless death yet even that didn't come his way.

He took a deep breath as the water level started going over his head and slipped down again. With his head inside the water he waited for his death. As his breath ran out his lung started screaming for air his head pulsed, with his chest hurting he felt himself fading as death over took him.

Or so he thought.....

He open his eyes and saw his self sitting in a white room. Well he assumed it was a room since all he could see was white.

'Am I dead? '

'Yes it looks like it.'

'Does that mean I can finally meet dad again. '

"Dad? Daaadd! "

He shouted at no one in particular.

While he shouted there where two figures, wearing ancient Roman today, were observing him from distance unknown to him.

"Rach, he's here. Are sure about this? "

One of the two figures, The women, wearing red toga, who's beauty knew no bonds, asked the other person, the bearded old man, wearing black toga, who looked like he was in his 80s yet stood strong and bit on the muscular side. He looked towards the most beautiful women in existence whose sweet and gentle voice itself can cure illness.

"Why Rati? Are you unhappy with my decision? Do you thinks it's wrong. "

"Wrong or right I don't know. But I am not surprised to see you come up with a decision like this. It's so like you. And how can I be unhappy with your decision when I have vowed to follow you for an eternity. I just wish you to look at your decision again when there is still a chance, later it might be too late." She said to him with a heart melting smile.

"I have already decided Rati, this is the right thing to do, and also my final decision. " He smiled back at her.

"Then go or he will shout his brains out for his father." She chuckled and disappeared with a bust for flower petals leaveing behind a gentle smell of roses.

John was shouting for his father but he didn't get any reply back. After a while he thought.

'Did not come to see me or is just not here after all I am the only one here. Well I sure he and I will meet sooner or later.'

Just as he was thinking he saw black smoke appearing in front of him and solidifying into a body of a bearded old man wearing black ancient Roman toga, the kind you see on a movie poster. He looked like he was in his 80s, was a bit muscular, his grey beard was reaching his chest and his grey hair reach the back of his chest.

"Hello John! I am Rach, the god of creation of this world."

'Uh.... God? '