Chapter 1

Miracle or No?

"God fucking damn it!"

I yell out, slamming my right fist into my desk.

"Why the hell do I always get the most idiotic teammates!" I turn to my side, grabbing a beer can and lifting it up to my lips, sipping on it.

"God damn it!" I yell again, frustrated over running out of beer.

"I thought I bought some yesterday!"

Struggling to get up from my chair, I make my way to my closet, putting on my over-sized jacket, zipping it up halfway. I slip on some shoes and head out of my run down apartment and make my way to the convenience store across the street.

"How come I'm always so unlucky?"

Entering the store with an air of irritation, I head towards the back, browsing the different selection of alcohol. Suddenly, the chime of bells and a sudden commotion disrupted the atmosphere.

"Everybody put their hands into the air!" a man shouted at the counter.

"What the hell?" I muttered under my breath.

The situation escalated with the unmistakable sound of a gunshot, causing me to tense up.

"Oh sh-."

My ears rang with a high-pitched noise, the room filling with the acrid smell of sharp gunpowder. Reacting swiftly, I dropped to the floor, fearing another gunshot. As my ears gradually cleared, the aftermath of the robbery unfolded, the store clerk pleading with the robber.

"Hurry up!"

The store clerk, visibly shaken, stammered through her words, tears streaming down her face. I witnessed the distressing scene, reluctantly contemplating my next move.

"This is like one of those plots in a comic." I thought to myself, making amusement of this serious situation.

"Wait, this is like one of those plots in a comic! If I save her will I become a hero?"

As a smirk appears on my face as I contemplate reality to a work of fiction.

"Yea that's right! I'll become a hero!"

Thinking some more, I decide to get up, yelling as I charges at the robber.

"What the hell? How are you moving in slow mo you fat pig."

The robber says, confused as he looks at me. The robber steps to the side, as I miss my attack and falls to the ground.

"Hah! This is too funny."

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"Stop laughing."

I say, glaring at the robber.

"Do something then tubby."

As the robber continues to taunt. I get up, clearing the dust from my jacket.

"Shut up!"

I yell out charging again. the robber gets caught off guard and gets hit in the face, making him stumble back.

"You fat piece of shit!"

The robber says, aiming his gun at Alex.

"What's the matter? You gonna shoot me?"

I taunt, my voice laced with a blend of arrogance and defiance. Despite the potentially life-threatening situation, I maintain a facade of bravado, refusing to show any sign of vulnerability.

"Yes you fat piece of lard!"

The robber says, pulling the trigger and shooting me in the stomach for numerous amounts of time.

My body jerks with each shot to the stomach, the impact of sending shock waves through me. The once defiant expression on my face transforms into a grimace of pain.

"Damn it!"

I think as I plops onto the ground, biting the bottom of my lip.

"Is this how my pathetic life is gonna end? I had so much stuff to do."

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My vision blurs, and the world around me fades into darkness. Just as I begin to resign myself to the inevitability of death, a surreal sensation envelops me. Instead of succumbing to the void, I feel a strange, ethereal force pulling me away from the pain and chaos. The dark void begins changing into a white room and my body begins to turn into a weightless state as I drift inside the white room for however long it is. Suddenly, I see a being somehow whiter than the white room being made in front of my eyes.

"Ti si ecin gniteem ouy Xela."

"What?"

"I epoh siht wen efil lliw eb doog ot ouy."

"I still can't understa-" My body somewhat begins to undergo a transformation, as my body begins twisting and turning as I feel myself getting sucked into something,

"Yats efas ym child" The being says as Alex can now somewhat understand it.

"Wait I still have questi-aaaAHHHH!" I try to say as I begin to be fully consumed by the unknown force that was pulling me in.

As I drift within the unknown cosmic vortex, time loses its conventional meaning. The experience is both awe-inspiring and disorienting as the vortex starts shifting colors, patterns, and energies that defy comprehension as if I'm suspended in an endless expanse without the constraints of gravity. Finally, after what seems to be years to me,a new light appears, not something out of a tunnel, just something quite different.

I then begin to hear the sound of crying.

"Where the hell did I end up? And what the hell is that noise?!"

My annoyance escalates as I contemplate the source of the disturbance.

"If I find that baby I'm gonna-"

A sudden realization dawned on me as I see the tiny little hands before his eyes.

"Don't tell me- I'm the baby!?"

A woman suddenly materializes in my peripheral view. Her presence captures my attention, and I shift my focus towards her. Another one appears next to her, this time a man. Unbeknownst to me, my short stubby hands begin to rise up, grazing the woman's face. I can't understand the two of them, seemingly speaking the same language as the being in the white room,

"Ruoy eman llahs eb Jon Mercer."

The woman says, as the last of her words seem to become clear to me.

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"Holy shit! I can stand on two feet after a year now!"

I marveled in my head, as I try and find balance whilst I walk.

"Honye loko! Oru liltte Jon cna stand now!"

Suddenly, I felt myself getting swooped up right under by my mother.

"Thast amaizng honye!"

My father comes rushing in from the other room.

"Damn it, why couldn't they speak english, I'm tired of hearing this weird language already! Put me down woman!"

I yell inside my thoughts, as my legs and arms flail around, hoping they would notice my discomfort of being picked up.

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I made my way to the bathroom, climbing on top of a chair and looking at myself in the mirror, noticing my now better looks, this time younger, not so fat, and most importantly, cuter. My black hair from my father and hazel eyes from my mother. When suddenly I hear the door swing open.

"Awww is our litlte Jon checikng himeslf out?"

"Shut up woman!"

I shout out angrily within my head as I see my face turning beet red in the mirror as I see my mother is laughing in the background of the mirror. I jump off the chair and run head on into her, slamming my tiny little fist onto her legs.

"Mama mean!"

I stop dead in my tracks, realizing I just said some cringy ass words, my face creasing because of it.

"Honey! Our litlte Jon juts spoke!"

My mother calls out for my father, making him sure he knows my first words.

"God fucking damn it."