01 Death

2023

Austria

[Narrator POV]

The cold morning breeze refreshing our tired face to put the energy needed to go through the day was a pleasant experience to many. To some, it brought nothing but trouble. Like for example the lone person driving his motorcycle as if possessed by someone. His problem is that, for the first time in his life, he was late for work. Having oversleeped wasn't his only problem. The other being, even tho there's barly wind, it raind like a waterfall, dousing with liters of water whlie driving 50km/h. The displeasure writen on his face, thinking why he had to sleep longer than normal or why his alarm didn't work today. It was Friday, last day of the week and the shortes workday.

[MC's POV]

'Shit, why now? I have a meeting today!'

Agh, finally I'm here. Having parked my motorcycle in the parking lot, I went straight in to change into my work attire and signing in for the day to start my shift.

"Morning Patrick. Stormy day have we there am I right ?", said a voice behind me.

"Morning Calvin, yeah rains like buckets out there. How you doing?"- Patrick

"Thanks, doing great. Leveled my hunter to 140 yesterday."- Calvin

"Nice. You already have plans for the weekend? If not, lets do a boys night again."-Patrick

"Sorry can't. Have work to do at home. Hey, didn't you have a meeting with Rod in the morning ?"

Having forgotton about it I look at my phone and seeing that I only have three minutes left. "SHIT! TALKING TO LATER!", I said while sprinting up to the office, hearing behind me my friend wishing me good luck.

'Thanks i need it. It's for the promotion after all.', I thought going up to Rod's office for the meeting.

[General POV]

"So, how did it go ? Did you get it?", asked Calvin, already knowing the answer.

"No, while he said i would be good, he said that I'm not experienced enough for it", I answered him, felling dejected thinking about it," Lets just get back to working again."

Two hours after their conversation Patrick thought about the meeting in his head on how unfair it was.True, Patrick was only 20 years old, but he'd started at the company when he was just 15 and working as an apprentice. A year before Rod even started at the company. Tho he understood Rod's reasons. He was still too immature.

Patrick took his phone out of his pocket to see how long his shift is.

'Hm, an hour till my end.',he thought, not knowing how true his words are.

In the background you could hear a hydraulic press was at work, testing the durabillity of a metal cube of one cubic centimeter. Unfortunaly, as the press is an outdated model, with it only used if there's no other way, it's safety is questionable. As the machine is pressing down on the cube, with it put to high, higher than the durabillity of the metal.

*BANG*

The cube broke, spliting apart. One piece of the cube enterd the left shoulder of the worker operating it . The other was thrown forward, and entering Patrick's skull, killing him instantly.

Afterwards the company got sued for usage of non safety aproved machines and the death of Patrick Franz Holensteiner.

[Patrick's POV]

Darkness, utter darkness is all I can see. Don't know what happened, first a loud bang, and then here. I must be dead, or if being optimistic, in a coma. Think, what should i do.

"Is someone here?", I said, with hope to an answer. Yet nothing came for several minutes.

'Hm, shit. What was I thinking, someone comes around and says' -

"YOU MOTHERFUCKER! LOOK WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! BECAUSE OF YOUR LITTLE JOKE, SOME MORTAL DIED! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY?!"

"Now it was you who throwd the bottle at me, I just opened a gate so it doesn't hit me."

"IN THE REALM OF THE MORTALS! YOU OPENED A GATE TO THE MORTAL REALM SO A BOTTLE DOESN'T HIT YOU!? WHAT KIND OF LAME ASS EXCUSE ARE YOU GIVING ME LEGBA!"

As it seems my question got answered, as when that booming voice started screaming at the top of his lungs, my consiousness got transported. Something was also on top of me squishing my face, giving me trouble to breath. 'What the fuck is that? Get off of me!'.

"Lets resume our talk for later. We something to do. Brutus, get of that boy. He's awake", said the other, more relaxed voice. As he said that, that thing squishing me got off of my face, giving me an opportunity to see what the fuck it was.

"A... a tibetan mastiff ? Why was he on my face ?

Who are you and please tell where I am !", saying that, I slowly backed away from the dog and the two people in front of me.

[General POV]

The first man, who has been screaming at the older gentleman turned to look in Patrick's direction at others comment. He looks to be 50 years old, tall, dark skin with white facepaint wearing suit that looked like early 1920 fashion. Other details would be that walking cane on his left side, the cigar in his mouth the top hat with some playing cards stuck on it . He also smelled heavily of rum. The other, older looking man is different by a stark contrast. Wearing ragged clothes, strawhat on his head smoking from a pipe and walking cane in his hands.

"Well...., where're our manners. Let me introduce ourself", the homeless-looking man said," I'm Papa Legba and that grumpy looking man is Baron Samedi. And YOU my dear Patrick era DEAD."

*{AUTHOR'S NOTE; this is the first chapter and first fanfiction I've tried to do. So if there's something wrong, please tell me in the comments for future references}*