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Chapter 5 - The re-appearance

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"Mmmmmm...." Vince awoke to Becca nuzzling against against his chest. After all that had happened to him, this  it felt an unbelievably good dream.

"Morning," Vince said with a smile as Becca started to open her eyes.

"Hey there," she said, staring up at him with loving eyes.

"Uhmm, I'm sorry to say this but I think you should leave soon... My dad probably stayed the night at his office but I'm sure he'll be back soon," said Vince with slight remorse. 

"Oh... yeah sorry that makes sense. I'll be ready in a few."

Watching her get dressed, Vince was able to admire how beautiful she was once again. It really did feel like a dream. It also made him want to continue what they did last night but... he wasn't sure how his father would react if he walked in on that.

Once she had left, it was finally time to figure out what exactly had happened in the garage last night. Right before he was about to die, he clearly heard a voice inside of his head.

"Yeah that was me," said the voice out of nowhere.

"...Hello?" Vince said out loud. He felt pretty stupid for talking to himself, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"Hi." said the voice again.

"...W-who are you?"

"Well, that's going to be a long story, but I suppose after waiting for a couple centuries, time is the one thing I DO have." Vince swore he could see the imaginary voice grinning at his own joke.

"Ahhh where do I start? Well, I suppose I could keep it simple. In ancient Egypt, I was worshiped as Papep, the god of darkness."

Vincent just stood there with his mouth slightly ajar, wondering if what he heard was actually true or not. Considering that he was hearing this 'God's' voice inside of his head right now, he decided to be quiet and listen.

"Basically, me and the ruler of this planet, who was known as Ra during the Egyptian civilization, got into a fight. I'm not going to go into details, but I am believed to be dead by the other gods. In a last ditch effort to save my life, I spread bits of my conscious  throughout this world in order to look for the right person."

Vince's brain absorbed all of this unbelievable knowledge at an alarming rate and was already beginning to come up with some theories as for why he was able to communicate with this person.

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"So the 'person' that you were looking for was me?" he asked.

"Well... yes and no. There's no set destiny, so when I separated my conscious from my body, there was a chance that I'd never find the person I was looking for. You have to meet special... requirements."

"And what are these requirements?" Vince responded.

"You're taking this pretty easy? Someone just starts talking in your head and telling you he's a god and you don't even bat an eyelash?" said the voice.

"Well, either you are a god or I'm clinically insane. Someone talking to you inside your head is not a normal occurrence, no matter how you look at it. Anyways, why did you choose me, ....?"

"Ah, right. You can call me Luke. As for why I chose you... well, that's a hard one. Over the thousands of years that I've been searching the earth, billions upon billions of people have been born, and until now, I hadn't chose even one of them. You can imagine how specific my requirements were."

"Yeah, I guess, but still."

"You being chosen means that you have a very large amount of hatred for the current God of this world. That in itself is peculiar enough, seeing as how most people that have unfortunate circumstances pushed on them, such as yours, give up on believing in a god."

Vince thought of his mother and her dragging him to church every Sunday, even when he was reluctant to go.

"Of course, there were other things that played into this choice of mine. Your body is very special. To say that someone with a body as strong as yours is born once every hundred years would be an understatement."

"Those that were born with bodies such as yours in the past, went on to do great things. Rulers of entire countries, crusaders of continents. The most recent one was Genghis Khan, the founder of the Mongol Empire, and before him, Alexander the Great." You could hear Luke sigh as he was remembering the past.

"You might be wondering why you haven't been able to accomplish anything yet, and your heart is to blame for that. Ever since you were young your body's potential has been dwarfed by the tumor inside of you. Finally, it has been removed."

After pausing for a couple seconds, Vince decided to ask the question that had been nagging at the back of his mind this entire time. "So what do you want?"

"I'm going to help you. Being alive for so long has left me with information that no other human being has access to. I'm sure you can imagine how invaluable that is..."

Vince paused after hearing this. He wasn't stupid. He knew that having access to a giant database of knowledge would make him one of the smartest men on earth. 'Knowledge is power' they say. Still, Luke hadn't really answered his original question, so he asked again, "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to help me kill God."