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Chapter 2: Welcome to Strangeworld, Mr. Desmond.

"So, it grants me one wish…" I said skeptically, I didn't believe a word of it. But as much as I didn't believe, the stone had this certain glow about it, an aura that seemed unreal.  It was so convincing. "What's the catch?"

He looked at me with charming eyes, like a salesman. "No catch, Mr. Desmond," He said with a smile, "You get one wish, no more, no less. Once it's gone its gone."

"What if I asked for more wishes?" I asked. If I just had one, I could use it for infinite wishes. It was simple enough.

He laughed a little, "If you did that then you would get the wishes," he started, "But the stone itself would run out of magic… therefore the other wishes would become useless."

The old man came closer to me and pulled the silver white stone out of the black box, and placed it in my hand. I gripped it, and it glowed a little more. It made my skin crawl and my hand tingle. Infinite power was mine. I could wish for anything; money, fame, strength, the possibilities were endless. It felt amazing. But at the same time, it made me think… what did I have anymore? My mother was dead. My father didn't care about me, whoever he was. Uncle Rick has never had a kid; I don't want to ruin his life. I knew what I needed to wish for, for everyone's sake.

"I wish," I took in a deep breath, "that I, Ronald Jameson Desmond, had never been born." As I finished my wish there was a large flash of lightning, a roar of thunder. The clear night that had been was no more, stormy clouds slowly swirled over head. I was so surprised that I dropped the stone, shattering it like glass. From the pieces flowed a thick, black smoke. I watched as it enveloped the old man and he emerged as… a skeleton cloaked in darkness.

I started to run, but no matter what he was behind me. It was impossible to escape. He didn't even seem to be running, just floating behind me. I thought I was screwed when I came to a dead end; I turned to see the dark figure floating up to me.

"Fuck… Fuck... Fuck…" I kept repeating, what else was there to say?  I felt doomed… this was it. Then a thought came to mind. How was I still here? I wished to never be born! This is impossible! I should have disappeared right then and there. I stood up straight and looked into his hollow eyes, "You lied, and I didn't get my wish."

Even in his transformation his voice remained raspy and cold, "Yes, it did. To the world, there is no boy of seventeen named Ronald Jameson Desmond." He didn't have skill, but he still seemed to be smiling.

"Then how do I still exist? How am I still physically here?" I asked, confused as hell. I had no idea what had happened. The wish worked, but it didn't? My head was starting to hurt… but I still wasn't distracted as the figure floated up to me more. I still didn't know who he was or what he wanted from me.

"Well… you see…" he started, "the stone, Mr. Desmond, is a magical item that allows the very fabric of reality to be bent out of order." He lowered himself onto the ground very carefully, as if not to damage his bony feet. Now, he actually walked towards me. "You wished to not be born, but in order to make the wish; you would have had to have been born." He pulled out his sword now, it transformed into a scythe. He put the butt end to the ground and leaned on it a little, guess he was getting tired.  "The magic of the stone has allowed you to exist in a… ultra existence. You do not live, but yet here you stand. It's to avoid a paradox that would possibly tear a hole in the universe."

"And that would be bad, I'm guessing." I said. He nodded, meaning not just yes, but yes you imbecile. He got a little closer.  I could feel a cold breeze coming from his shadowy cloak.  The obvious question was still there though. "Who are you?"

He threw back his skull and laughed as hard as he could. It may not have been much, but it was still bone chilling. It scared me to my core. "I go by many names, Mr. Desmond." He said, "But mainly, I am known as The Grim Reaper, You may call me Death."

I started to run again, I had no other option. He was going to kill me. That was his job. I had forgotten though, I was at a dead end. The reaper then pulled me back, and slammed the black blade of his scythe against the brick wall as the shadows of the night got stronger. The only light came from behind the large, metal gate that had been hidden behind the now decaying brick wall.

"I cannot allow you to live on earth anymore, Mr. Desmond." He stated. "Your body now runs full of magic from the stone, you're too powerful to keep here."

I looked at the large, metal gate before me. At either end a skull looked in the direction of the center, they stared eternally into one another. "Where do I go then? What do I do?" I inquired. I wasn't scared anymore. I didn't have the ability anymore. The gate creaked open, as death showed me a piece of cloth with a symbol on it. It was a triangle, three lines pointed out from the center of it to each corner.

He handed it to me, "You may do what you please," he started, "Anyone baring this symbol will help you along your way." And with this, he shoved me into the light that shone from the other side and shouted one last thing, "Welcome to Strangeworld, Mr. Desmond."

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Chapter 2: Welcome to Strangeworld, Mr. Desmond.

"So, it grants me one wish…" I said skeptically, I didn't believe a word of it. But as much as I didn't believe, the stone had this certain glow about it, an aura that seemed unreal.  It was so convincing. "What's the catch?"

He looked at me with charming eyes, like a salesman. "No catch, Mr. Desmond," He said with a smile, "You get one wish, no more, no less. Once it's gone its gone."

"What if I asked for more wishes?" I asked. If I just had one, I could use it for infinite wishes. It was simple enough.

He laughed a little, "If you did that then you would get the wishes," he started, "But the stone itself would run out of magic… therefore the other wishes would become useless."

The old man came closer to me and pulled the silver white stone out of the black box, and placed it in my hand. I gripped it, and it glowed a little more. It made my skin crawl and my hand tingle. Infinite power was mine. I could wish for anything; money, fame, strength, the possibilities were endless. It felt amazing. But at the same time, it made me think… what did I have anymore? My mother was dead. My father didn't care about me, whoever he was. Uncle Rick has never had a kid; I don't want to ruin his life. I knew what I needed to wish for, for everyone's sake.

"I wish," I took in a deep breath, "that I, Ronald Jameson Desmond, had never been born." As I finished my wish there was a large flash of lightning, a roar of thunder. The clear night that had been was no more, stormy clouds slowly swirled over head. I was so surprised that I dropped the stone, shattering it like glass. From the pieces flowed a thick, black smoke. I watched as it enveloped the old man and he emerged as… a skeleton cloaked in darkness.

I started to run, but no matter what he was behind me. It was impossible to escape. He didn't even seem to be running, just floating behind me. I thought I was screwed when I came to a dead end; I turned to see the dark figure floating up to me.

"Fuck… Fuck... Fuck…" I kept repeating, what else was there to say?  I felt doomed… this was it. Then a thought came to mind. How was I still here? I wished to never be born! This is impossible! I should have disappeared right then and there. I stood up straight and looked into his hollow eyes, "You lied, and I didn't get my wish."

Even in his transformation his voice remained raspy and cold, "Yes, it did. To the world, there is no boy of seventeen named Ronald Jameson Desmond." He didn't have skill, but he still seemed to be smiling.

"Then how do I still exist? How am I still physically here?" I asked, confused as hell. I had no idea what had happened. The wish worked, but it didn't? My head was starting to hurt… but I still wasn't distracted as the figure floated up to me more. I still didn't know who he was or what he wanted from me.

"Well… you see…" he started, "the stone, Mr. Desmond, is a magical item that allows the very fabric of reality to be bent out of order." He lowered himself onto the ground very carefully, as if not to damage his bony feet. Now, he actually walked towards me. "You wished to not be born, but in order to make the wish; you would have had to have been born." He pulled out his sword now, it transformed into a scythe. He put the butt end to the ground and leaned on it a little, guess he was getting tired.  "The magic of the stone has allowed you to exist in a… ultra existence. You do not live, but yet here you stand. It's to avoid a paradox that would possibly tear a hole in the universe."

"And that would be bad, I'm guessing." I said. He nodded, meaning not just yes, but yes you imbecile. He got a little closer.  I could feel a cold breeze coming from his shadowy cloak.  The obvious question was still there though. "Who are you?"

He threw back his skull and laughed as hard as he could. It may not have been much, but it was still bone chilling. It scared me to my core. "I go by many names, Mr. Desmond." He said, "But mainly, I am known as The Grim Reaper, You may call me Death."

I started to run again, I had no other option. He was going to kill me. That was his job. I had forgotten though, I was at a dead end. The reaper then pulled me back, and slammed the black blade of his scythe against the brick wall as the shadows of the night got stronger. The only light came from behind the large, metal gate that had been hidden behind the now decaying brick wall.

"I cannot allow you to live on earth anymore, Mr. Desmond." He stated. "Your body now runs full of magic from the stone, you're too powerful to keep here."

I looked at the large, metal gate before me. At either end a skull looked in the direction of the center, they stared eternally into one another. "Where do I go then? What do I do?" I inquired. I wasn't scared anymore. I didn't have the ability anymore. The gate creaked open, as death showed me a piece of cloth with a symbol on it. It was a triangle, three lines pointed out from the center of it to each corner.

He handed it to me, "You may do what you please," he started, "Anyone baring this symbol will help you along your way." And with this, he shoved me into the light that shone from the other side and shouted one last thing, "Welcome to Strangeworld, Mr. Desmond."