Chapter 1. Death incorporated.
I woke up on a weird chair... surrounded by walls with posters and motivational posters, all referring... to death?
"The hell am i?" Jake asked as he heard a voice.
"Over here sweety..." The voice yelled in a tone that would match a cranky old woman at a casino.
I turned to see a desk. Sitting at it was... a weird troll looking creature dressed in a cartigan and reading glasses.
"Lessee here..." The troll said going through some files "Jake Duvalk, age 19, blood type C, born in New York, raised in Japan but brought back to new york. Enjoys anime, video games, collecting imported gundam model kits, and hentai. You had an accident when you were ten which left you with a large scar on your back and at times play with yourself using toys from your mom's drawer. Death by stabbing. sound right hun?"
Okay I was dumbfounded. How did she know so much about me.
"Uuuh... y-yes..." I said meekly not sure what was going on.
The lady handed me a ticket and pointed towards a door.
"Go through there... Mr. Judas will see you know... have a wonderful day..." The troll said sarcastically.
"Bitch..." I muttered and walked through the door to see an office. I turned and saw a tall man in a business suit playing put put with... a scythe?!
"Oh I do love this putter... nicely cuts the flesh and scores me a whole in one..." The man said and turned to look at me... he had on... a skull mask "Ah... you must be Jake... allright go ahead and sit down."
I sat down obediently.
"Um... sir what's going on here?" I soon asked finally.
The man cracked his neck saying "Well Jakey my boy... your dead... DEAD-O! Because of the recent influx of people biting the big bazooka, my company has made special care packages for murdered people like you."
"Wait... company?"
"Death incorporated now shut up and listen kid."
Okay... why did his voice sound like George Clooney?
The man pulled out several files saying "We have various packages for you!
The red package is basic room and board in a lovely little neighborhood. you got a pool, two story house and if you want a harem of maids. The blue package contains a ticket to the human world to be reborn hopefully. And finally the black package is the revenge and Reaper package..."
"Reaper? Revenge?" I asked cocking an eyebrow.
"Lemme explain... my company also trains Reapers... you see since a lot of shitheads are dieing more and more out of schedule... I cant do my job. So Reapers are sent to reap the soul of the living and either send them to heaven or hell... and the revenge part is for murdered such as yourself..."
I cocked my head to the side. The hell was he talking about?
"Say, if you pick the black package... you'll be able to kill Serena Stocker." The man grinned at me.
I was shocked... I could never kill anyone but...
I gave a rather evil grin and looked at the man.
"Sign me up... for the black package..."
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