I woke up. When I opened my eyes I saw darkness, it was not dark but above me was only darkness, no sky, no ceiling, no stars, and no moon, just nothing. I didn’t feel any pain, and my body seemed fine from what I could feel. I sat up.


    When I sat up it was like I was behind a stage, to my right there were curtains. I could see the other said across from me there were also curtains. Though it was not dark the space between the two curtains had more light coming in, I could also hear voices. I got up, careful not to make too much noise. It was a habit from childhood that has served me well in my line of work, if you could call it work. As I inched closer to the opening of the stage I could hear voices. I stop near the end of the curtains and listen…


    *sob* *sob* *sob*


    Cried the girl.


    *pant* *pant* *pant*


    Heaved the boy.


    “Who are you!?!?”


    Yelled the second boy.


    I didn’t dare peak out around the curtain. Ignorance is bliss as they say.


    “You all died.”


    The tone of the speaker was calm and matter of fact. Though I think I could detect a bit annoyance in it. It was not one of the three previous voices so I assumed that it was the voice of the person who the second boy yelled at.This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.


    “ I am god, and you are dead. Nothing will change the fact that you died but you can be alive again if you three comply with what I will ask of you.”


    I could hear the sharp intake of air from the kids. I myself just stifled it. I caught on to something that this “god” said, a few something in fact. I felt that my best bet right now was to stay where I was. Information is power.


    “Here are the contracts, sign with your blood and you will live again. Don’t sign and well your dead, figure the rest out yourself.” I heard the swish of fabric as though the person gestured. I then heard a rumble as though a gate opened. I think I also heard the tinkle of water.


    Then there was the shuffling of papers and a few gasp. I got the picture that some signing of deals took place.


    “Good choice children, now I won’t make you do all this work without giving you any tools. You have one sentence to write out what you want to be able to do in your life. I won’t make you a god, but godlike powers are not out of the question.”


    For the first time I hear one of the boys speak, pretty sure it was the second one. The one who yelled?


    “Can it really be anything?”


    The person answered.


    “It can be anything, but I get to decide how the your tool works. I have to balance everything don’t I? Oh, you still have to use your blood, so careful with the run-on sentences.”


    Once more I hear the shuffling of papers. Now I can smell the blood in the air, they must be using quite a bit of it. They are probably at least 20 meters from me, finally the shuffling and scribbling stops. I wonder what they used to write.


    “Excellent, now we are done. Go to the left hallway, the forty-second door on the left side is the one you want. Shoo.”


    I hear scampering and then opening and closing of a door, then nothing. Well not for long as the sound of the gate closing echoes out. Then it sounds like a lock clicking into place after a key is turned.


    “Haah…”


    “Such a pain in the ass, I just want to play my games in peace. I hate all this extra work.”


    I just heard something outrages coming from a self-proclaimed god.


    I hear footsteps going to the right side of the room, then a *poof*, then something like fiddling with cushions and a *click*.


    *tap* *tap* *tap*


    I hear a tapping noise. It seems this person is actually playing a game of some kind. Most likely on a tablet, since I don’t hear a keyboard and you don’t usually tap on a controller. The tapping is slow and pondering, like he is making a selection or picking a new piece of equipment. I wait until there is a long pause in his selection. Even if this person is not a god I don’t want to anger it by interrupting in the middle of its pastime. Better wait until there is a loading section.


    There is a pause.


    There is no tapping.


    I level my breathing.


    I prepare myself for what’s to come as I take a step towards the light.