Gao has just informed me of new (fan?)fiction:
The night sky roared without mercy, sending down thunders and lightnings. Silencing other beings that dared to speak, even silence itself. Shading everything beneath it and damning those below with unmatched darkness.
Below it was a town, name mattered not. Populated with houses, buildings alike, it was fully dark. The light was cut off, the electricity was down, and thus, nothing escaped darkness’ grasp.
However, a flash came up in one house, roaring as if to drive the darkness away. With a sound that could terrify nature itself, nothing was mistaken. Someone was shot, and he fell down to the floor, lifeless.
Blood splattered everywhere, in the walls and the windows alike. As if it was his last words, he wished nothing but death.
His wish was granted, and his soul slung free.
As fast as the bullet that took his life did, his soul went down to the very core of Earth itself.
By the time that he went back up, it was different.
Gone were the buildings, the cities, and even the lands themselves. Everything was covered by ocean.
His soul orbited around the world, he found an island. Everything seemed to be covered in white snow, with a crystal shimmering atop of everything.
Suddenly, as he tried to move away, his soul was sucked down to the island.
The air around him was freezing, the winds breezed around him as he fell.
He saw a woman giving birth to a boy, as she tried to push the baby out of her womb to no avail.
His spirit was pulled to the pregnant figure like a magnet. He felt massive force around him, giving him strength.
As if he knew what to do, he felt no hesitation and rushed toward the woman’s belly.
Death himself would’ve declined the sight of the woman.
Now lifeless, she laid still, both hands opened for an embrace of the winds. Blood and gore splattered everywhere, gone was her belly, for it exploded in decline of his soul.
As her blood dripped along the ground, and her guts shimmering against moonlight, he was not declined his life.
As a baby sat on his mother’s gut, bathing in her blood.
Against the cool winds, the dark night and the moonlight, he cried.
For death had taken claim of another soul instead of him.