''Thank you for tuning in for tonight's Newsround I am your host Adem lane''

The man on the telly tapped his paper's on the table straightening them out. And with joy in his eyes, began to speak. 

'' The 20-year-old mass murderer Jack highland has been trialed and has been found guilty of killing 320 people. His execution will happen next Wednesday.'' 

I watched the tv out of boredom as it reported about my exploits. As I sat in a heavily armed truck with one window and one tv in the back and no other gap's. As I relaxed into the chair I thought of all that happened to get me in this current situation. As I submerged in my memory's I remembered my first victim. I was 14 at the time and I remember it like yesterday.

It was dark out and I hid in the alleyway looking out for potential victims. I had been out there for hours and I was just about to give up when a fat slightly drunk man walked by. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby seeing no one I ran out of the alleyway and grabbed him by his tie. And pulled him throwing him into the alleyway. I pulled out a knife and slowly walked closer to him.

''listen here give me your wallet and I won't slit your throat''

I tried to threaten him hoping that he would give me his wallet and walk away no such luck for me though. 

He pulled out a pistol making me panic so I ran forward and stabbed him in his gut. The man looked down at the knife with disbelief in his eye's and then to me pulling the knife out of him I watched him as he tried to crawl away. He got a few feet before he promptly stopped breathing and died. I felt more alive than ever before in my life I felt a pain on my face realizing that my mouth was hurting. I touched it realizing that I was smiling.   

The truck hit a bump jolting me out of my memory's looking out the window I saw a massive black building. 

I guess we're here then I hear the door slam in front of me and a few seconds later the door to my left was opened. I climbed out of the door to see two heavily armed guards I raised my handcuffed arms to block the sunlight as I crawl out the guards moved to my side's. And one of them spoke in a gruff voice. 

''Move forward.'' 

I complied and walked forward at a slow pace. Just to annoy the guards. Once I got to the reception I saw a man that looked like Michael Jackson's incarnate reading what looked to be a music magazine.  

''ID''

One of the guards took out a red slip of paper Michael Jackson took one look at the slip them switched his view to me frowned and gave the guard a key.

''Put him in the cellar'' 

The guard grunted as we walked away I couldn't resist so I turned around and shouted to the receptionist.

''See you later Michael Jackson.''

The look on Michael's face made me burst into laughter. I saw something black flash in my vision then my world went black.  

I woke up sometime later with a pounding headache. I laid there for a good while before I sat up noticing the handcuffs were still on. So like any normal human being, I dislocated my hands and slipped out of them. 

 Fun fact about me is that I have trained my self to be very flexible and can dislocate my bones at will. And I am superhumanly strong fun fact the human body only uses on average 30% of there muscle strength I, on the other hand, can use 60% of my muscle strength for short busts of time. I could have snapped the handcuffs but that would have been messy. Standing up I walked to the door in front of me. Looking out of the gap in the door I could see a wall looking down the hallway to my left led to a black door. While the door to my right led to a door that I could hear voices through. But there were too muffled and indistinct to understand what there were saying. I turned around and walked to the middle of my cell and looked around at my surroundings. A toilet was to the far left of the cell and bed opposite the toilet yep very sanitary. 

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Huh well, this is barren I walk over to the bed and immediately fall asleep. 

I awoke in a room that was not my prison cell but a sparkling white room with a table made out of a type of marble I had never seen before. As I looked around I saw a ball of light and darkness floating on top of a chair next to a table. I hear a voice in my head 

''Please sit down''

I looked around the room to locate the voice and realize that it must be coming from the ball of light it took me a moment to process what the ball of light said before I walked over to the table and sat down. As we sat in silence I decided to ask the first thought in my mind. 

''where am I''

''well you are in heaven or hell I don't really care what you call it.''

I processed this Infomation for about a minute before hundreds of questions came to my mind.  

''Did I die and if so how''

The ball of light flashed 

''Yes, you are dead as for how you died it was because you killed the wife of one of the prison guards. So he took it upon himself to kill you.''

''*Sigh* Well that was to be expected so what now do I go to hell.''

''Well you could go to hell you could go to heaven or my favorite option to be reborn.'' 

I didn't think twice before I responded 

'' can I be reborn please'' 

''Sure you can be reborn. But because of your terrible karma and I mean your karma is BAD. You will be reborn as one of the lowest things in the world where you will be reborn. You ok with that''

''Yea I'm good with that but one question. I will be able to gain strength right.''

''Yes, in fact, I will give you a boon to help your chance of survival. Though it won't activate until you get a grip on your surroundings. ''

The ball of light and darkness flashed with a color that I should have not been able to witness. And then my conciseness was turned off.

The god stood there looking at the mortal that had ented a state of torpor. So he set to his task of choosing what the mortal shall be reborn as and the skill's he shall possess. As the god made his selection a strand of energy flew out of the mortal striking the god. As he was smashed to the other side of the room he looked for the being that had harmed him. The god radiance had severely diminished. As the god looked around he didn't notice the strand of energy flying over to the mortal and choosing what he will be reborn as and the skills he shall possess. As the god returned his focus to the mortal he finally noticed the strand of energy. But it was too late he tried to stop the strand of energy but something strange happened. When he tried he felt that the strand of energy was pure destruction this was so frightening that the god didn't move even when a spatial tear appeared in his realm. This should be impossible but the strand of energy seemed to ignore all rules of reality and pulled the mortal into the spatial tear.