Cider lost all feeling in his legs as his knees slammed into the roof of the car. Freezing cold water rushed in through the bullet holes of the car as the car made contact with the  violent ocean. Rain was storming down on the black car as it started helplessly sinking. Cider heard bullets still whizzing by. The mission had been a failure, and now Cider was getting shot at from all directions. Kim’s goons and the police were working together on this one.

Kim Misery is one of the scariest crime leaders on the island. She often got the police to work with her. In return, she assured them she wouldn’t wipe them off of the island.

The water was around three quarters of the way done filling up the car.

“Anyone got any ideas?” Cider yelled as he turned around from the passenger seat and looked at the back seat. No response at all. Everyone was either shot or dead from the impact of the car hitting the water. Cider was alone on this one.

The car was filled with pawns. The pawns were nobodies that their boss, Jonas Krell used to collect taxes and do the dirty work such as rob convenience stores. They were all viewed as expendable. Krell was one of many crime bosses on the island. Krell was specifically very well known for his extremely vulgar ways of running his territory.

Cider rotated his body so that his feet were perpendicular to the passenger side window. The sound of the police sirens was slowly getting muted by the water as the car filled up and sank.

He then tried to apply pressure to the window but realized he couldn’t move his shattered legs. The water was turning red from the blood of all the other men in the car. Cider’s vision started to go blurry.

“Fuck! I can’t die here,” he thought to himself. He must have been underwater for half a minute by now.

Cider didn’t really have much to live for. He didn’t know his mother, and his most prominent memory of his father was his father trying to strangle him when he was five years old. Cider also didn’t have a nice place to live, and the only person that really cared about him was his older sister with whom he lived with for majority of his life.  

He was an average height, slightly muscular guy with short black hair and slightly tanned skin. For the most part, he looked just like every other local on the island. The only things that made him stand out from the locals were scars on his neck from the times it was cut, and his burns into his right wrist and neck with the Krell symbol on it.

Cider started to panic. He pushed himself up and lifted his hand over the front window. Unfazed by all of the blood stains, he started slamming his hand on it in hopes to break it and get out.

The cracks in the window started to grow as Cider pounded and pounded. Through all the chaos, he saw his machete float up and toward him. He quickly grabbed it and started pounding more and more, but the act of pounding just made his head hurt more and more, making his vision get blurrier and blurrier.

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The pounding slowed down to a stop as Cider lost all feeling and died from a combination of blood loss and drowning.

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Cider awoke wearing a white T-shirt and white shorts on a blue bed, in a blue room. There were no doors or windows. There wasn’t even a light source, though the room was still fairly lit. Cider heard nothing, and didn’t notice the short slender woman in a white dress float through the floor next to him.

She started humming. Startled, Cider whipped his head around. The woman was standing less than half a meter away from him. Her eyes were still shut. Her face was kinda chubby, and her long black hair went down behind her shoulders. She was wearing a white dress and a flower crown. She was fairly short and very pale.

Cider just stared in confusion, scared to react. The last thing he remembered was pounding on the window like there was no tomorrow. He looked at his legs. His previously shattered legs were completely healed. He looked at his wrist, and the Krell sign was no longer burned in. Instead, he had white tattoos all along his left arm. The tattoos were of animals and mythical beasts only heard of in Kamoon, the religion all of the locals followed.

The humming stopped. She opened her eyes. They were red. Red eyes in a blue room. Her mouth started moving even though no sound was coming out. Her eyes hinted that she desperately wanted to say something but she knew he couldn’t hear her. She raised her arm and the bed lifted up about a meter and remained there unwavering.

She pulled a blue vial from underneath the bed. On it was the name Cualo, the name of the island Cider was from. She reached her hand out to Cider. Cider suddenly went really cold. He slowly grabbed her hand and all of a sudden he felt warm again.

The girl hovered up and poured the vial over Cider’s head. Cider, who was now hovering in a bed half of a meter off of the ground squirmed. The liquid inside the vial burned him. He saw the liquid draw down through his tattoos, making them glow.

She then dragged Cider out of the bed, and through the wall. Cider’s eyes slammed shut on their own. He couldn’t open them. He could feel the movement though, he knew they were moving very fast. He then felt a thud, and his hand was released and he fell back onto the sand of a beach.

He looked around and noticed the sign on the building next to him. The sign read “Grand Hotel,” and Cider realized he was placed back on Cualo, right next to the tallest building on the island.

He glanced at his arm, his tattoos were gone, and his wrist had the sign of Krell once again. It was the middle of the night. Next to Cider, in the sand was his phone, wallet, and machete. Everything he had when the car flipped and went for the ocean. He picked up his phone and turned it on. Everything was working properly.  

He called his sister.