Sometimes I forget how different I am from normal people.
I mean, I think that most people would be freaking out about a football sized hole in their chests or the fact that it is seemingly painless.
But hey I see it as I bonus, hell, the pain is probably ungodly, I would probably be screaming if not for that fact that I can't feel stuff like pain as well as most people, well that, and the fact I probably have enough adrenaline pumping through me that getting me leg cut off wouldn't even phase me.
Well, at least this definitely proves my therapist wrong, I was right in saying that It's not the idea of death that scares me.
All things considered, I'm handling the situation pretty well, I mean faced with the concept of death most people would freak out a bit more, right?
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It was a busy morning in Tokyo, well no busier than usual but you get what I mean.
It was around 8:30 in the morning and everyone was rushing to work, school or wherever the hell else they wanted to go while covered in jackets, scarves, mittens and anything else they deemed fashionable.
The voices, muffled breathing and continues steps of thousands of people crossing the street in downtown Shibuya gave quite an Impressive ambiance.
Since I was a tourist unlike most of the other city goers at this hour I took my time walking from the train station to wherever my next destination was, people usually give me a more or less wide berth due to my appearance.
Not that there is anything special about me, to be honest.
I have medium length dark brown hair and the equally dark colored eyes though admittedly I have colored specs of said brown dotting my sclera, I have an equally average height standing at 1'80 or 5'9 as our friends from the US say.
The only thing that stands out about me is wide shoulders and of course my ALMIGHTY BEARD which was effectively my Pride and Joy.
Now before I trail off too far, I should get back to the current situation, I have so idiotically thrown myself in.
As I walked without really paying attention to my surroundings, I seem to have stumbled into an open circle around the Hachikō statue, standing (and also dying) by the statue was a cute little girl with short black hair and cute hazel-brown eyes though in the Vice-like grip of a Woman with metal spikes on her head, her most prominent features became mostly snot and Tears.
''I wonder if she's in a band?'' was surprisingly the first thing that came to my head.
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The woman with the metal mohawk seemed quite mad, more than most people seemed to be anyway.
Lady Spikes also kept shouting at me, quite akin to the similarly dressed people around me, with their Leather jackets, covered faces and distinct 'Biker' feel. All of whom seemed particularly upset by my presence.
With the combined noise of the screaming from onlookers, the wailing of the little girl. the shouting of the Pyscho-Biker people and the sudden loud wail of sirens, I did the only thing that seemed logical for my overly sensitive sensory receptors, and closed my eyes, attempting to drown out the grainy noise and energy of the outside world for a moment in order tp properly deal with the situation.
This action seemed to anger Lady Spikes, most likely because she perceived it as disrespectful (which in all honesty it probably was) and before I knew it, a crushing feeling hit my chest as if it was tearing through me. I was honestly so surprised that I didn't even notice that I had been knocked over, I looked up at the woman and was going to tell her off for hitting me when the sharp stabbing pain in my chest hit me, it felt both unbearably hot and freezing cold at the same time.
Looking down at myself...I was left in a bit of shock, I mean most people would be a bit surprised to find a gaping wound through they're Ribcage.
I heard faint screaming from the onlookers and turning my eyes back towards my shooter, I noticed quite a bit of shock in here eyes as if she expected that shotgun would have some other nebulous effect.
Looking towards the little girl I noticed a look of absolute horror on her face, poor thing ''She'll probably need therapy after this''
I try saying something to the little girl but all that comes out is a weird whistling gurgle, the pain just seemed to intensify as I tried to speak.
''Close your Eyes little one'' I manage to get out as I struggle through the pain.
Her eyes seem to widen as if surprised I can still speak, the Spikey Lady also seems astounded at my voice.
Heh, epic last words achieved.
Now onto the after-life! or reincarnation! or maybe even eternal slumber!
This is rather slow though...
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Blame sheer bad luck, bad karma, fate, or whatever other mystical things couldn't currently think of, but it it's not going to change much.
I did go out all 'Cool guy' though, totally pulled off the famous last words thing, maybe ill get a statue?
The light seems to be fading from my view, as well as color. Both only leaving behind an Indescribable gray that seems to slowly engulf my vision, taking my vision from me.
''It's not so bad, after all, it's my favorite color''
Without warning and ever so suddenly, Thousand upon Thousands of colors appeared in my field of vision in stark contrast to the gray that engulfed it.
''..........wow''
The splotches of color stretching far past my peripheral seem to go on infinitely, upon closer inspection the turn out to be vortexes swirling incredibly fast, drawing what seemed like whisps of other colors into themselves.
A screeching sound drew my attention as it went by me, a blue wisp flying by and barreling into a Rose-like Portal whilst mid-screech.
''Souls? or perhaps Spirits?''
I noticed that it was not the only one around me and the seeming wisps that the vortexes drew, in all had similar characteristics as the screeching thing that went by me.
I don't know how long I was there observing the scene, watching as whisp after whisp of different colors and sizes went into one of the vortexes.
''Perhaps...this is reincarnation?''