11 Anomaly

"Hah, I remember this feeling way too well! But, wait, doesn't this mean I died? Really?" Sam was shocked to his core, he never thought that he would actually die in such a passive manner. He thought that he would've died at least by the time he had saved the world, saved his parents, and saved himself, not in a matter of a few days! It will simply outrageous!

"It doesn't matter anymore, even if I died, I guess I'll be reborn once more... I hope. I didn't delve too deep into this whole "Reincarnation Act" so I never learned if there was a limit of how many times I can be reincarnated. Even if that wasn't the case, how old even was I? I felt like I was fifteen and yet I looked like I was seventy' I guess that's the effect of that weird ageing disorder. I must say, though, it will be really disappointing if I lose my system when I reincarnate." Pondered Sam, wondering when he will get out of this black abyss.

"Okay, what else did I need to reincarnate? Ah yes! A regret... Well, I regret not being able to live out a full life and maybe go on some adventures to try and find my parents and defeat this corrupt religion and all five of its states... I hope that's enough regrets or else I'm going to meet up with God very soon!" Chuckled Sam, choking on his laughter as soon as he heard a familiar bell echo throughout the room.

"Ding!

You have been identified as a major anomaly and have been quarantined for further research. After this... research... you will be able to ask for anything for your next reincarnation from God personally.

Tor-- I mean research will now commence."

A blinding white light flashed within the abyss, making it impossible to open his eyes without the burning rays of light entering his retinas and burning them. Soon after, he heard the fluttering of wings descending down before they landed and footsteps approached him. He tried to open his eyes but to no avail.

"Who's there! Show yourself!" Sam yelled desperately, afraid of the connotations of what the system had said before changing its wording.

"Don't you dare get close to me or I'll slap you in the face so hard that you'll be able to tell me what mother Earth looks like in detail!" He pleaded, his voice cracking as he sensed danger from all fronts.

He attempted to open his eyes to look around but, as soon as he opened them, he felt a searing pain in his eyes like if they had been cooked on a grill whilst the nerve was still connected. Although he had his eyes open now, he couldn't see a thing. On his home planet, Earth, he always had trouble when it came to understanding blindness and what if felt like and now he knew... and it was terrifying.

He screamed in agony before feeling a soft and tender hand touch his shoulder. He took comfort in this warm presence, forgetting his surroundings before everything immediately became cold and he was thrown backwards at top speeds, landing in a splintered chair.

Bewildered by his circumstances, Samuel froze. His fight or flight response kicked in but they both collided, resulting in him freezing up like an Eskimo who forgot his clothes on an arctic night. He felt a tightening feeling on his wrists, pinning his arms against the chair as the splintered and chipped wood began to pierce his skin and veins as blood began to crawl down his sensitive flesh. Sam immediately woke up from his conscious slumber and began to resist, flailing his weak legs at every direction while pulling at the straps on his wrists. Sadly, despite the shabby feeling of the chair, it seemed that these straps were impossible to break!

Slash.

In one stroke, two loud gales of wind travelled towards Samuel's legs before they were chopped clean off, the shiny blood spewing from his legs like a waterfall. Although Sam thought he would fall unconscious from the amount of shock he was feeling, he somehow managed to stay awake.

"Magic? Again?! What is it with people using magic for the worst of things? In all of those novels and animes, there weren't many people who used magic for evil, especially not those who were supposed to be "Holy" and "Righteous"! Reality is often disappointing..." He bellowed at his perpetrators but, nonetheless, they didn't listen to his woes and continued onwards.

A sharp incision was placed on his forehead before it started to bleed and was immediately cauterised, making Sam experience severe pain from both the cut and the heat. Soon enough, he could feel his skin being tugged at roughly by a cold piece of metal.

Rip.

A bloodcurdling scream came from Samuel as his face began to peel off and yet he remained conscious. He cursed God nonstop as he felt the searing pain of the cauterisation and the peeling skin. It was something which he had never thought he would experience in both of his lives.

Soon after the process of his face being ripped off was done, the perpetrators began to break every joint in his body using a device which he had seen in many mafia shows. The pressure from the device slowly broke the joints in half and caused Sam immeasurable pain and agony. Yet, unlike the slow process of Earth's version, Sam had experienced all of this in less than five minutes.

Then, immediately afterwards, it came to his fingernails, they were ripped off in a slow fashion, taking up to ten minutes for each nail. Although he couldn't see the horrors which were his flesh being connected and snapping off, he could vividly imagine it and feel it just as much. After nearly two hours, they finished before going onto the toenails.

For the toenails, Samuel had thought they would pell them off like the skin off of a potato, much like they did with his fingernails and yet he could feel something different. Several wooden toothpicks were placed under each and every toenail before a gigantic metal hammer nailed them deeper into the toenail until it couldn't be seen any longer. This happened for each and every toenail until all of them were hidden into the skin and toenail itself.

He could barely feel anything anymore as his mind became blank before hearing a pen scribble on a piece of paper and being killed off.

He immediately woke up from his short nap (which he didn't realise was him being killed) and regained his eyesight, limbs, and all damage to his body was reverted. The room was a grey hue and several of the same angels descended once more. After receiving flashbacks of his eternal suffering, he immediately began to run before one of the angels sighed and whispered to the others.

He was instantly brought to his knees by one of the angels who had slashed at his ligaments on the back of his knees. Crying silently, he resigned himself for an age of suffering as the same process occurred over and over again. A neverending cycle of rebirth, torture, death, rebirth, torture, death, rinse and repeat.

An eternity of suffering awaited Samuel and he never knew when it would stop, and he no longer cared as his mind shattered on the second and third cycle. The only thing which filled his head was the constant scribbling on a piece of paper which he could now see as a clipboard. It was the only thing which brought him momentary joy as he wished for it to be the last time and yet it never seemed to come.