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[Zelda Veteran]

I don't know why this happened, but the other day as I can recall it, I died. My soul slipped out of my body, and I watched the wrecked container, as I floated away from it. I didn't know what was happening. All I knew is that the boy on the ground looked like me. And he was dead. Smashed between a school bus and another car.

As I floated into the air, I watched another being float out of the car, and rise higher above my wisp of a head. She whisked into the clouds, and disappeared in the beautiful harmony that could only be described as peace. I could only guess that she had gone to heaven. I looked around, wondering what had happened in such a split second. Apparently, I was not alone, still, as I watched an old lady crawl out of the wreckage of the bus.

She pulled her bleeding body from the door of the bus. Suddenly, he body fell limp, and a form crawled out of her body. A transparent being, an exact copy of the formerly living driver stood above her body looking down at it. She must have been in her late forties. She would never live to see fifty. This saddened me a bit, as I didn't even know her.

Suddenly, a black being poked it's head out of the cement. The solid cement. It seemed to pull itself through the concrete! This was not concrete in itself, as I had no idea how that could have happened. I stared at it, as it moved around in a dancing manor. More of them pulled themselves from the ground, and joined the other humanoid shadow in it's dancing.

I tried harder to focus my eyes on what I was seeing. She turned around slowly, and eyed the beings. She immediately threw her arms up as if she knew what was coming. They crowded her, and jumped on her. one pulled on her dress, and three more followed suit. One jumped on her head, and began pulling her hair from it's follicles. She cried out, but could not be heard. She sank into the liquid-like yet solid earth, and disappeared. I could only guess she had gone to hell.

I stared at the wreck, and watched my body bleed. The blood ran into the gutters, and through the sewer holes. I began to sweat. The sweat was cold, and I wasn't hot. It was almost a refreshing sweat. I felt cold, and something wrong happened. I remained cold. I looked at my transparent hand, and wanted to cry, but no tears came to my aid. My emotions were literally bottled up inside my never-more beating heart. My heart had stopped beating long ago, but I would never until now know the true meaning of such an analogy.



OOC: I'm sick to my stomach right now. I wrote six times this much, and the message was too long to submit to TDC. Its all gone.

[MagmarFire]

You WHAT!?!?!? :o :o :o Are you saying that you got into a car accident and DIED!?!?!? :o :o :o

How the heck did your soul (and heart; I like to think of them both as separate) return to your body!? You must've been revitalized. But man, this is SO SURREAL!!! :-[

Then again, you saw things that most, if not all, of us HAVEN'T seen! You're quite a lucky fella for that. ;)

[DW]

Hmm....It sounds like a Near Death Experience, I've heard of these before.

However, it puzzles me that this is in Fan Works. Is this a story you're writing or did it actually happen?

[darkphantomime]

Definitely a short story, it has that sort of narrative.

[DW]

Not to mention that if he was injured this badly, he would hardly be typing by now.

[Zelda Veteran]

Definitely a short story, it has that sort of narrative.

It was a long story. And yes, I really did get smashed between two vehicles.  ::)
(that was sarcasm btw JQ)

[Takun]

I liked that. It was cool. If only it wasn't a short story. But then again I dont know how you would continue it. Oh well, I thought it was awesome

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Still, my soul was restless for a reason that even I knew clearly. I was on my way to someone's house. Someone special to me, and I was going to break some bad news to her. We had been dating for about a half a year, and I loved her dearly. However, we would be moving in exactly one month, and I hadn't figured how to tell her. I had been on my way to her house, when the container to my soul had been smashed into an unusable pulp. Oddly enough, it had happened so fast and so suddenly, that I didn't feel it. I knew I still had to make it to her house. To see her once more. Even if my words were mute as a spiritual being, I had to see her. I wisped down the sidewalk, and continued on my way.

It was a long walk, or float, or whatever it was. My feet made no sounds as they contacted the earth beneath me, and so I could only come to the conclusion that I was, to a degree, floating. On the way, I passed some kids dressed in dark clothing. They were talking about how they wished they could die. It made me angry. Angry at them for not knowing... that after you die, you seize to exist. Everyone knew that, but nobody understood it. I turned to slap one of them, but my arm passed straight through his head. They continued down the road. I saw things through different eyes now... spiritual eyes. They should be careful what you wish for... I can't even have wishes anymore...

When I came to the road I come to know as only her's, I continued down to the house labeled with her address, and wisped over to the front porch. I went to knock on the door, but my fist made no sound as it connected with the door. It was as silent as it had been before the crash. I decided that being transparent, I was most likely not solid either, and so I followed my spiritual instinct, and passed through the door with relative ease. My sense of smell must not have been in working order, for the aroma of her home didn't greet me as it usually did. I passed through her living room. Nobody was home. My heart, or the hole where it used to be sank. I had hoped to see her. I looked around the house, and again, tried to cry.

The tears once again ignored my calls of pain, and stayed wherever the hell they were. It was annoying me at this point that some of my senses weren't in working order. So far, my inability to smell, the tears that wouldn't show themselves, and my solidity weren't working as they should. This only made me ponder on what else I would come to find missing. I was about to leave the empty home, when I heard a noise in the other room. Her room. I slapped myself for not checking her room first, and made my way down her hallway, and through her door. The TV was on, which was the first thing I heard. The weatherman with the annoying sense of humor was on TV, and it didn't even hit me. So much had happened to me at that exact moment, that my mind felt as if it imploded.

A boy about my age, was laying on top of who I had come to see, and they were softly kidding under her dimmed light. The hole where my heart had sank from seemed to catch fire, and work it's way through my body, before nothing but pain consumed my being. She had betrayed. Broken. Destroyed, and cheated my heart. The entire time she told me she was true. Lies. This almost made my wish of dying return to where it once stood, but now I no longer lived. If I had been alive for this, a fight probably would have broken out. Suddenly, a familiar name rang out in the room. My name.

On the news, a helicopter was seen carrying a body from a familiar street. It seemed as though the news crew was awaiting my death, tipped off by the reaper. Her head jerked from it's place, and she stared at the screen. She slightly pushed him away, as she sat up, and stared at the screen. An officer came on screen, and explained the situation. My death had just been assured before my very eyes. ears. Were they still my own? I didn't know. I didn't really care. She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come. I slightly smiled. At least she cared. Thats when the boy said something I'd never forget, her response just as flooring. "Hey hon, he's just a loser between us... let it go." I tightened my fists, and wanted so badly to tear him to pieces.

Only after she agreed, did I sink to the floor. "Yeah... just a loser who thought he was something..." They went back to kissing, and I went back to dieing. I felt the rage.... the rage of something not myself burn inside my form. I decided to get out before I was destroyed anymore. I wisped out of the house, and gently landed on the curbside. I stared at the cement, the tears still not manifesting themselves. I don't think depression had set in quite as hard before. My soul sank into the eternal fires of my feelings, which died along with my hopes of seeing her again. I freaked out on the curbside, trying to desperately to grab anything I could, and hurl it at the car next to me. My ghostly limbs touched nothing, and I again sat in a pool of my despair.

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Thats when something happened that made me lift from my position.

I heard the faint sound of steel grinding against cement. The sound of a train, which came as a shock to me for two reasons. Trains didn't run around these parts. The nearest tracks were nearly two miles away. Secondly, I felt it. I hadn't felt anything since the hour ago in which I died, and even in my dying seconds I felt nothing. I looked to my left, and squinted my eyes. A train of nothingness, just as I predicted shot down the road, and was now slowing to a stop. In front of me, it stopped. I stood back into the grass, away from the street, as the odd train screeched to a halt. It didn't look like every other train. This was an old train. Looked like one of the first locomotives. I stared at it, as a door popped open, and a being hopped out.

I stared in courageous wonder, as the form stood up, and stared at me square in the eye. It took a step towards me, and I, naturally, took a step back. It was wearing a black and gray conductor's outfit, and it's face looked hideous from the little I saw. I fell backwards, and landed on my backside with, what shouldn't have surprised me, a lack of feeling or pain. It advanced quickly, and stopped just before my shivering spirit. I now had a full view of it's face. It had skin missing in some parts, and the sides of it's mouth were sewn together, along with two long scars up the side of it's cheeks. It's large hat hid the top of his head, which I could only imagine was an exposed brain.

It smiled, and some stitches ripped from their place. I felt like barfing, but the gag reflex never came. It stood there with it's shoulder's slumped, and stared at me with his missing eyes. There were no eyes in it's eye holes, just a blank void of nothingness that seemed to creep into my spirituality, and yank me from the only comfortable place that I had in my new being.  I couldn't help but utter a small cry of fright. It then did something that shook my mind. It extended a hand in my direction, as if offering to help me up. It was then, that I heard it's first words. "Need a lift?" It's voice was a bit masculine, so I concluded that it was of my own gender. "I-I-I" was all I could mutter, before I got a hold of my wracked nerves, and responded. "N-N-No sir."

He grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet. He looked me up and down, and then pointed to my tattered clothing. "Looks to me like you do." I stared down at my clothes, and realized that they were still damaged from the crash. I looked up to his creeping eye holes, and swallowed a lot of nothingness. "H-how can you see me? Who are you?" The being smiled, more of his stitches falling loose. "The name's Rusty. Rusty Hinges. And I, son, am here to take your soul to wherever it belongs. He spat in the grass, and it instantly died. I stared at it, and realized that where he had walked, the grass had also withered away. I looked past him again, at the massive train that was parked behind him. His voice caught my off guard, as it had erupted from behind me. "She's a beaut aint she?"

I looked to my left where it had come from, and my eyes widened. It went on for as far as the eye could see, which would be the case with about any train; however, this one extended from the ground, into the sky, where it looped, twisted, and turned up into the dark clouds. At that moment, I realized that it was about to rain. He placed a hand on my shoulder, and I instantly brushed it away, and took a few steps back. "I... You... Whats going on??" He walked past me, over to the first boxcar. He slid the door open, and stepped aside, waving his arm inside, as if creating a path for me. I was hesitant at first, but I finally made my way to the open door, and peeked inside.

More like me. For once, I didn't feel completely alone as a spirit... There were about 7 people inside the boxcar. "Welcome to the Dead Train!!" Rusty shouted, as he stepped into the conductor's car. "Hey wait, I'm still not sure if I want to go!" Rusty stepped halfway out, holding a rail, as he hung from the side. "Well son, I suggest you make up yer mind right quick. Because whether you're in this train or not we're leaving." I gulped, and was deciding in my head as fast as I could. This seems to be the only direction i have right now as a spirit... and I definitely don't want to be alone... I glanced in at the other spirits again. There were three boys about my age, two elderly men, an elderly woman, and a little boy, probably about four years old.

I didn't think it was fair for someone to die that young... however, I didn't have much choice of anything right now. I heard the engine fire up, and I looked back at the house I had come to know. Again, no tears came as I had strained them to. I took a step inside the boxcar, and slid the door closed behind me. I stared at the spirits, and they stared back for a moment. They went back to what they were doing. It was awkwardly silent inside the train. Of course, with a name like the "Dead Train", I could slightly understand. I didn't feel like talking to anyone either. I sat in a hay pile. There were a few benched inside the boxcar, and a few hay piles. Laying in the hay pile, a tiny voice came from my feet.

"How old are you mister?" I brought my head up, and stared into the eyes of the child. "Where are we? Do you know where my mommy is?" I let my head fall back to the hay, and muttered, "No, I don't, sorry kid." My mind began to drift once again, but my thoughts were abruptly pierced by the child's voice again. "Rusty said I had cancer... Does that mean that its gone now?" My eyes closed tighter. I was hoping that I would awaken in my bed. Awaken to her calling my phone. Awaken to my favorite TV show. Awaken from this nightmare that had settled upon my life, and fed on my fears... awaken from this... awaken.

[MagmarFire]

They were talking about how they wished they could die. It made me angry. Angry at them for not knowing... that after you die, you seize to exist.

Forgive me for sounding frivolous in such a tense and serious situation as this, but...MEGA OBJECTION!!!

(Here's the second part of that objection because the whole thing was too long.)

[Zelda Veteran]

good lord magmar, calm down. :P
I'm not the character in the story, and trust me, its supposed to be wrong. Just roll with it okay?? PM me with questions if you want to know how it will affect the story later.

[MagmarFire]

Heh, sorry. I got a little carried away there, didn't I? But you still gotta love the objection. :P

And wait. Does this mean that the story is actually fiction and that your HP didn't drop to 0? :o

[Zelda Veteran]

I MADE ALL OF THIS UP YOU HALF-WIT :P :P :P
Dude, do you seriously think that I got slammed between two vehicles, and then the next day or so, got up, and posted in FanWorks???? :D

[MagmarFire]

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. . . Miracles can happen. :P

[Hi no Seijin]

Yeah, when I decide they can. :P