0.Afterlife (Pilot)

A Chapter by Sivers

Sid Baster was you're average sixteen year old African American kid. After years of constant bullying in the States, his parents decide to move back to home. He's now dead.

"Personally. I was always so excited to die" Sid thought.

"My life wasn't exactly the... easiest of cards to be dealt. Honestly, I hate when people do long drawn out introductions..." Sid thought.

"Though, tip it, apparently spirits can think even after death."

Sid concluded before beginning to reminisce on the events that now left his brain as slush on the local mall complex, Lights.

"In America, I was the geeky quiet kid with thick glasses and half Asian features. Thanks to my father marrying an Asian girl- Wait... My mom, I pretty much never fit in certain social cliques." said Sid.

"You know the worst part of being bullied, it wasn't the beatings, or the odor's of these sweating drool donkey jocks or even the fact that the best looking girl in the school, who happened to be you're crush since like the third grade was watching, it was the fact that I always knew I was smarter than any of them" Sid remembered frustratingly.

"Scum. Every last one of them. I had no friends really. I just wanted to read my books. Is that too much to ask? The local Brooklyn kids were all into Hip Hop and Trap music, the whites were into Pop and Country and they were no Asian's to be found anywhere, at least not at my high school." Sid thought.

"When my parent's said, 'We'll be moving to Barbados.' I thought, are they nuts!? I'm barely surviving in this climate, you're going to move an even more annoying climate. Ugh. A part of me actually thought this would be the start of my new life. No one knew me. I had no f*****, or tw***** or whatever social media the average kid is into. This was a fresh start. Now I'm dead. It's nothing like I thought it'd be either." Sid clicked back into the present, looking down on his dead body.

Paramedics flew to the scene, picking up the string bean teenager, dropping him onto a stretcher and escorting him to the intensive care unit.

"It's pointless... Damn it, I'm already dead." Sid thought.

"I jumped off this damn complex hoping for a painless death. It. hurt. like. hell. I'm hungry. Tip it, yeah, hunger still exists. Saddest part, you can't touch human food, or what they call, 'Other-siders' food. The name's pretty explanatory." Sid thought scoffing to himself.

"Also, when you crossover, you get like, what people call an epiphany about the rules of this world. It's simple really. Depending on how you live you're life, religious wise anyway, it determines which parallel world you'll exist in. As someone who never was really a Christian and can't really say I'm really a fan of the Devil, you get put in this world called Limbo. Now here's how Limbo works, the whole world becomes a green screen for you. You can be anywhere, at anytime, well... Once you don't have any humanly connections to anyone or object... I finally found out how haunted houses are made... I digress." Sid thought.

"Right. Limbo. Yeah, it sucks. You're hungry all the time. Everyone's always bitching and crying to God and the worst part-" Sid said jumping into an abandoned store in the Lights complex.

Hiding under a clothes rack, "Demons hunt you. Yeah... Legit demons. They aren't pretty either. The goal of Limbo is to escape parties from Hell for thirty days. Now, a day in this world is like, hundred years in human years, so you do the math, actually, that's 3,000 years of this crap!" Sid shouted as his internal thoughts escaped him.

Above him, the smell of aging feces and a hot force field was consumed him. Black horns, red eyes, pale alien skin, long string bean like legs and a tongue that's ten meters in length.

"Disgusting."

Sid dashed out the store, as the demon knocked down all of the clothes racks, he let out a screech that summoned, ten more figures just like it.

"This is the part of the story where I say, 'Don't worry. The young hero get's superpowers!tehee...' But it'd be bullshitting you. You get JACK S**T. Really!? Who made this s**t up. I know they said god had a sense of humor but you're really shitting on my existence here." Sid thought.

The surroundings around Sid became to melt into psychedelic colors like the paint peeling off an aged oil painting.

"Demons destroy Limbo and draw you into their parallel world. Look, I don't have to talk, I'll explain how you survive this world. Reiecto!" Sid screamed.

"Every human has a unique code for their existence, it's like a bar-code. They call them SIM. Soul Imprinted Markup. " Sid states.

"Even more so important than a bar code. It's hard to put it into words or explain what it looks like, just know that they are no similar codes, ever. Each code is like you're identifier, if you lose it in Limbo. You're trapped in the parallel world of the person who steals it for you. Catching on... If God takes you're code, you go to 'Heaven' rumor has it. If a demon does, well. Stick. 'Reiecto' is the Latin word for Challenge and the only word that allows you to fight for you're survival by betting you're unique code spiritually copped shopped into a weapon. If it breaks, you lose. I guess this is the part we're it gets even less believable. You gain a skill. Now at this part, you're going YAY! AWESOME-SAUCE. A SKILL. LIKE DRAGONBA- No. Forget it. You're not an alien. They're the ones that get that s**t. You're skill always sucks. For example, I get a fricking key... A key. You believe this s**t. I've seen dudes with flamethrowers that spit holy fire and summon familiars ten feet high and I get a key. A KEY." Sid shouts.

"However, whatever skill you gain, can harm the beings in Limbo. Demons are the bottom feeders. They have no unique ID to offer. Every-time you win a 'Reiecto' you're skill matures. It's called Reincarnation. Ain't got time to explain that yet either, excuse me thoughts!" Sid exclaimed.

The biggest of the lot of demons rushed towards Sid. Grabbing his key, Sid transformed the item into a machete. Ducking as the 6'4 monster swung a right hand, Sid slammed his machete into the monster's mid-section, splattering it's guts all over the street. Spinning his machete in his hand, Sid dashed out of the ever consuming darkness that surrounded him back into Limbo. The demons surrounded him once again in a star shaped pattern, snapping his fingers, the key transformed into a 10' foot blade. Spinning a circle, Sid wiped out the nine remaining beings in one fatal swoop. Around him, the darkness subsided, as he breathing became heavier and heavier, he won his Reiecto.

"Now here's the b***h about Limbo. Every-time you kill any form of life in Limbo, another seven days are added to you're total of days. I've managed to avoid battles for the last three days but I'm currently at 365 days left. In this realm, I'm what they call a Shoki, or demon slayer. Saddest part, I've been trying to avoid fights." Sid concluded. His body was surrounded by pools of blood. "375 Days and counting..." the portal counter reads.

"I see you. Siddyyyy, Siddyyyy, Sidyyyy, Sidddy, Sidddy, SID. SID. I've found you." the being in the shadow licked it lips.

"I"
"HATE"
"THIS"
"WORLD"
"."

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