The last thing Sarah remembered was every muscle in her body tensing, locking her in place before the muscles flexed themselves apart. She wanted to scream, but no sound left her throat as her muscles snapped. Including her heart.
There was no escaping the truth, her life had ended. She wanted to scream, to make the world pay for cutting her life off right at the moment she had closed the deal! Liam was going to med school, and taking her with him. Now she would have to start over, again.
This is some next level, grade Z baloney. I wish someone would just nuke the world, hey… Actually… There’s an idea. Next time round I won’t settle for a doctor, I’ll find the next politician in waiting and help him win the presidency. Yeah… A few hundred nukes ought to end whatever anomaly is trapping me here, making me relive my worst life again and again.
Sarah tried to sigh, at least she had avoided getting knocked up by her uncle this time around.
To her surprise, air left her lungs. How am I not dead? I know how it feels to die, for my intelligence to leave my body and start again in my mother’s womb… She shuddered, recalling each and every birth, her head hurt just thinking about it. Please not again!
Light appeared around her, a room full of smooth silver surfaces suddenly appeared without motion. As if they had always been there and she was just now becoming aware. Like when you stand up too quickly after sitting down for too long and get dizzy then your vision clears. Curiously, she could not feel the floor, or the temperature of the room, or hear anything, besides the walls and floor there was a man standing against the far wall. He would have been attractive, but Sarah's inner voice screamed that he was a dangerous convict. The chains made of black energy that held him prisoner helped to sell that idea, convincing Sarah that her initial reaction was correct.
He cocked his head, tilting his face so he could peer into Sarah’s eyes. Adonis, was her first thought, the man was absolutely gorgeous, a real lady killer. Like Ted Bundy or Charles Manson, and just like them he had the eyes of a murderer. Twin golden orbs that would not blink if he strangled her to death. Eyes like hers.
“Oh, you are not the one I called…” Said the chained man, a look of soft confusion on his face.
“Then I'll be going.” Sarah said, trying to walk away.
Her body moved, feet flexing and pushing against the floor, but the laws of physics seemed to be optional in this place. A chuckle reached her, sending a shiver down her soul.
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“You can’t leave that way… My oh my, you are a strange creature. How many times have you died? How many men have you slain?”
Sarah was not about to humor the man, she scanned the room, looking for anything to explain her circumstances. The room was oddly round, yet close to a square, the man was chained against the far wall in a very restrictive T pose. Arms held at ninety degrees from his side while his legs were spread open and chained apart. Can he move even an inch with all those chains holding him in place?
“Girl, I asked you a question. Answer me.” Said the man, voice turning into the rumble of thunder.
This can’t be real. I need to wake up. Sarah tried to pinch her hand but felt nothing. She tried biting her tongue, and while she could in some sense detect that there was resistance, she did not feel pain.
“How do I get out of here!” She shouted, startling the man.
“It has been a few thousand years since I last spoke to someone, but If you are going to be rude then leave.” He said.
Around them the room changed, how it changed was beyond her understanding, but now there was a doorway, round and made from the same silver material as everything else. It looked more like a door one would find in Star Trek than on earth, but Sarah didn’t care. Anywhere is better than this room. She set off, this time her feet worked, her body moved towards the door. A seam appeared in the door’s center, as the circular door parted and swished open.
“You should have answered my questions, enjoy your new lives. If you choose correctly, you might be able to–” He began.
The door swished shut, cutting off the psychopath’s words. Instead of entering a room, Sarah’s consciousness vanished from reality. A sensation she was more than familiar with. This was what dying should feel like, in a way the void was comforting. Yes, soon there would be the pain of another birth, but that was no more troublesome than getting a bikini wax. After the third time, the next dozen or so incidents all blurred together. This time was different.
Her soul fell through the world, a planet that was not earth sprawled out around her. There were continents she did not recognize and geography that seemed impossible. Islands that floated through the sea, some that sailed across the sky, and more lava than was possible on Earth. It all flashed and vanished, her soul passing into a body.
Not the body of an infant, but the body of a grown adult woman. Finally! A change I can get on board with! Thought Sarah, turning her body this way and that, her limbs moved slowly, sluggishly, as if the body was sickly. Because of this Sarah examined her body more closely, and suffered dearly for it. The cause of her ungainly movements became immediately obvious, her stomach was protruding in a nearly perfect hemisphere. Sarah’s soul had found it’s way into a pregnant woman.
Oh Hel– NO! I didn’t even get laid! I can’t be pregnant, this is not possible, this can’t be happening! This is wrong!
The chained man’s voice whispered to her mind, giving her one last jab before vanishing.
“Rebirth is difficult, your soul is strange. There were, complications. you should have listened.. you should have… answered my… questions…”