1 Prolougue
*AN* This is my first novel, so don't expect my grammar to be perfect. I also don't have enough time to write, so don't expect frequent updates. WARNING: GORE AND PROFANITY
Hello. My name is John. John Buckingham. You may be wondering why I'm talking to you right now. You see, the thing is, I died. How did I die? Well, here goes.
It was a dark and rainy day, but time stops for no one. With the alarm ringing in my ears, I got up and went to work. I worked the night shift as a security guard at the mall. Nothing has happened for all the time I've worked there. When I arrived, it was fairly normal. Nothing suspicious, just as always. As I climbed the staircase, I couldn't help but think that something was wrong. It was quiet, but it just felt too quiet. I knew I was being paranoid, but it's not paranoia if there really Is something out to get you, right?
I crouched down and reached for my taser, and I listened for any hints of sound. I didn't hear anything for quite some time, but just as I was about to relax, I heard voices, "Where is it!?" a man harshly whispered. "I-I don't know! I just got hired!", 'Is that.... Debra?!'. "So, you're fucking useless then? Dispose of her.", he said. 'I have to do something!', I jumped up and fired a taser round at the leader, and in the midst of the confusion I grabbed her and made a mad dash towards the fire exit. The confusion and shock didn't last long though. "GET THEM NOW!!" the leader shouted in anger. When we were almost at the exit, Debra turned around and said "I'm sorry" and pushed me into the wolf's den. "YOU BITCH!"
They picked me off the ground and held me up for the boss. The boss approached with a smirk dripping with malice, and asked me where the gems were. 'How does he know about the gems?!? The only people who know about them Is Mom, Jacob, and Alice, unless...that TRAITOR!'. Something must have shown on my face because his smirk widened as he said, "Ah, so you must be John. Dean told me about you. You don't have to die, just tell me where they are, and I'll let you go." Anger flashed across my face but I forced it down and said "Fuck You. I'm not talking." His expression darkened as he said, "Wrong Answer," He hit me over the head and darkness fell upon me.
I woke up in a damp and dreary cell. My eyes darted open as I drew in a sharp breath. I observed my surroundings and saw a bucket and soggy bread. As I tried to bum rush the door, I was pulled back by chains tied around my ankles and wrists. 'Shit. Damn You Dean, Damn You Debra, and Damn Those Thieves'. As I paced back and forth trying to find a way out of the situation, footsteps echoed across the cell, and I made my way back to my original position.
"I know you're awake," said the figure. As I opened my eyes, I sent him a look full of hatred. He opened the cell door and kneeled down to my level. "Now, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Tell me where the gems are, and I'll grant you an easy death." I opened my mouth and spit between his eyes. I stared at him in mockery as he wiped his face. He backhanded me across the face and said, "You'll regret that." He stood up and walked out of the cell.
Darkness encompassed my mind. I woke up to hearing him say, "Don't Kill Him," As the cell door opened a man in his mid-thirties with what looked like a syringe approached me. He kneeled down and injected me with something. I fell fast Asleep.
I lifted my head only to be greeted with my head being slammed back down and being strapped in. The situation finally dawned upon me as I finally felt fear. Thoughts were racing in my mind, and the only thing I could think of is what was going to happen. The man leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I hope you'll last longer than the others". I struggled against the straps as the only thing that was on mind was escaping. "Now now, that won't help you. I promise, this will only hurt ALOT," He laughed loudly at my fearful expression and I begged for help. Nobody came.
He set the table up where I could see my surroundings, and I saw what could only be described as terrifying. There were cut-up and decomposed bodies all over the room. He grabbed a drill from a table and approached my feet. Tears were streaming down my face as he pressed it against my left foot and turned it on. It went through my foot and bits of pieces of flesh and blood were splashing against his clothes. I nearly passed out before he injected me with some type of drug. My screams of pain and terror echoed through the air. He alternated his methods of torture for nearly a month. Sometimes it was using pliers to pull my toenails out and sometimes he would place leeches all over my body and leave them there for an hour.
The week after, his boss gave him the A-Okay to remove one of my eyes. I won't ever forget how he did it. He used an Ice-Cream Scooper to get it out. He placed it over my eye, and scooped it out, like my eye was just some fucking Ice-Cream. Blood leaked from my now missing eye. The sick fuck laughed and laughed as he did it. H-He even made JOKES about it. I-I don't know much more I can take. God, If you're still out there, take me from this hell.
Every time I'm sent back to my cell, I see the next poor fuck being sent in. They go in sane, and come out broken. I hear their cries. I have nightmares from what he does. They keep giving us the same, moldy, fucking bread. I chuckle dryly. I've had the thought of telling them the location of the damn gems. But, if I do so, this would have all been for nothing. Besides, my family is at stake here. My....Family. I can barely remember their voices, but I still remember what Mother engraved within me.
*Flashback*
It was a sunny and bright day. The wind was howling, children were running about. All in all it was a normal day. Well, It would have been normal if it weren't for the mother and son pair. "What did I say about your posture, John?" A beautiful and amused voice said. "I know Mom, I have to ground myself. But, It's sooooo hard!" A childish voice whined. The woman laughed and they continued their training.
At the end of the day John was exhausted. "Mom, why do we have to train?", the boy innocently asked. Her face turned serious as she knelt down to his eye level, "We must protect the gems, else something...bad might happen." The boy quickly caught on to her tone, and said "I understand, Mother." His mother taught him skills, and his sister taught him math, history, etc. He was taught about the gems every week. He never questioned why they had to keep their location secret.
*Flashback End*
*Cough Cough* Blurgh, Blood spewed out of my mouth as I coughed. "Hehe, shouldn't have slacked on my training." Those were the lasts thoughts I had before I fell back into my nightmares.
As I awoke, the leader entered the room and looked upon me with disgust and not-so-disguised amusement. He edged closer to me and said, "Will you tell me now?" Even though I so desperately wanted the pain to end, I couldn't help the thoughts flashing in my mind. 'What about my family? What will happen to them if I reveal the gems' location? I must ENDURE!' With a raspy and tired voice, I reply, "Fuck. You." He stood up and said "So be it. Will, move on to the next stage." Will replied in a gleeful voice, "Yessir!" As soon as the leader left, Will pulled his table full of tools over and said, "Which tool do you want me to use?"
He showed me what looked like a CBT tool, A butterfly knife, and a bear trap. I immediately disregarded the CBT tool and Pliers and selected the bear trap. 'Maybe I can use the bear trap to get free!' I thought. He looked upon my choice with clear disappointment and said, "Why does no one ever choose the CBT tool? Ah well, I'll just have to use it next session!" My face rapidly paled at the thought as he loosened my straps on one hand and tried to put my hand in the bear trap. In a fit of adrenaline, I grabbed his head and slammed it into the trap. It clamped onto his head, and his shrill screams echoed across the room. I reached for the butterfly knife and just as the guards dashed into the room, I brought It down on my heart. Just as the leader came in, I said one final thing. "Fuck.You. HaHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA" *Blurgh* Blood Spewed Out From My Mouth.
I opened my eyes only to be greeted with darkness. 'I thought I killed myself! Oh God, Please Don't Let Me Still Be There!' I frantically looked around only to further lose hope.. I tried to move, but soon realized I had no body. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I voiced aloud. And something seemed to answer my call. "ⱧɆⱠⱠØ ɎØɄ₦₲ Ø₦Ɇ" A loud voice boomed through the void. "Wh-Who Are You?" I asked in a slightly shaky tone. "ł ₳₥ ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ɎØɄ ⱧɄ₥₳₦₴ ₵₳ⱠⱠ ₲ØĐ" As I processed the information, anger flashed in my mind. "Why. WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME!?" As soon as I said that, pain Imaginable to what I experienced flooded my entire being.
"ĐØ ₦Ø₮ ฿Ɇ ₥ł₴₮₳₭Ɇ₦, ɎØɄ₦₲ Ø₦Ɇ. ł ₩₳₴ ł₦ ₳ ĐɆɆ₱ ₴ⱠɆɆ₱ ₳₦Đ ł ⱤɆ₲ⱤɆ₮ ₦Ø₮ ₴₳Vłł₦₲ ɎØɄ ₴ØØ₦ɆⱤ. ł ₵ⱤɆ₳₮ɆĐ ₮ⱧɆ Ø₱₱₮Ʉ₮łɄ₦ł₮Ɏ ₣ØⱤ ɎØɄ ₮Ø Ɇ₴₵₳₱Ɇ ₮ⱧɆ ₮ØⱤ₮ɄⱤɆ ₳₦Đ ł ₩łⱠⱠ ⱤɆ₩₳ⱤĐ ɎØɄ ₣ØⱤ ₦Ø₮ ₲łVł₦₲ ₮ⱧɆ₥ ₮ⱧɆ ⱠØ₵₳₮łØ₦ Ø₣ ₥Ɏ ₴₳₵ⱤɆĐ ₲Ɇ₥₴. ł ₩łⱠⱠ ₳Ⱡ₴Ø ĐɆ₴₮ⱤØɎ ₳ⱠⱠ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ Ⱨ₳VɆ Đ₳₥₦ɆĐ ɎØɄ, ₳₦Đ ł ₩łⱠⱠ ₵₳₴₮ ₳ ₴₱ɆⱠⱠ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₩łⱠⱠ ₱ⱤØ₮Ɇ₵₮ ɎØɄⱤ ⱠØVɆĐ Ø₦Ɇ₴. ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ฿Ɇł₦₲ ₴₳łĐ, ł ₩łⱠⱠ ₦Ø₮ ₳ⱠⱠØ₩ ₴Ʉ₵Ⱨ ł₦₴ØⱠɆ₦₵Ɇ ₣ⱤØ₥ ɎØɄ, ₳₥. ł ₵ⱠɆ₳Ɽ?"
It's voice ringed in my ears, and I said "I-Im sorry, but p-please realize that I've been under those bastards control. If it wouldn't be much trouble, could you remove my ability to have nightmares and free all their prisoners? Also, can you torture those.....monsters in the worst way possible?" I asked with my voice dripping with malice and hope. "ł₮ ₴Ⱨ₳ⱠⱠ ฿Ɇ ĐØ₦Ɇ."
I sighed in relief and said, "Thank you. Thank you so much."
'Now that I think about it, is this the one mother and sister raved about? I thought he was a Mafia Boss, not a God. Either way, they have said he has a great temper, so It'd be best to not anger him.'
As I fell into my thoughts, the god's voice startled me out of them. "ł ₩łⱠⱠ ₲Ɽ₳₦₮ ɎØɄ ₮ⱧⱤɆɆ ₩ł₴ⱧɆ₴. ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₩łⱠⱠ ₮ⱧɆɎ ฿Ɇ? ĐØ ⱤɆ₳ⱠłⱫɆ ₮Ⱨ₳₮ ₳₴ ł'VɆ JɄ₴₮ ₩Ø₭Ɇ₦ Ʉ₱, ł ₵₳₦'₮ ₲Ɽ₳₦₮ ɎØɄ ₮ØØ ₥Ʉ₵Ⱨ ₱Ø₩ɆⱤ." As if he'd read my mind, he put a damper on my thoughts of wishing to be omnipotent. Hmm....Multiple Ideas popped throughout my mind, but only some made sense to me.
"My first wish is a crafting system. It'll show my status and provide me the ability to craft anything, whether It be a Toaster or a multiversal-portal machine. It will be able to provide me with upgrade quests to upgrade my structures/machines. It will have prefabs from simple houses to modern malls that I can use upgrade quests to turn into a mighty castle or an Advanced Mall with. The only limitation will be materials, but I can do daily quests for those as well."
'This has the potential to be overpowered, besides, why wish for multiverse travel when I can create a way to do so myself?' "My second wish that once I get someone on my side, whether it be a woman, a country or a god, they can never betray me. My third wish is the ability to have my mind do tasks mixed with edict memory."
𝙂𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿. 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝘾 1000 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙚. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙣, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙃𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙩, 𝙈𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙨. 𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪. 𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙪𝙣 𝙅𝙞𝙣-𝙒𝙤𝙤. 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠!
'DC? Oh fuc-'
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------*CBT means Co*k Ball Torture
So, Be Honest. How Was It? This is more of a test, but If people like it, and if I have time, I'll create more chapters. My dialogue is Kinda shitty, and I'll try my best to make a good personality, but we'll see where it goes. The MC's Appearance will be in the comment section.
*EDIT I had to change it from 5000 year into the past to 1000 because I can't find much information for 5000 B.C. So Midas and the MC will be born in 1900. I'll probably post a real chapter tommorow, I'll get the chapter done today and edit it tommorow.
