CH-2 - THE FUCK YOU MEAN ORGAN DONO-

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[PREVIOUSLY ON UNDEAD Z]

Eventually, the spinning sound stops, and I even have a thought on guessing the power that is supposed to help my life. The being who is almost making my head explode with information I am never supposed to know just FUCKING PUSHES ME AWAY, YOU MOTHERFUC-

"Right, you haven't seen the powers; here you go." The fucker removes the blindness from my eyes and brings the second wheel right in front of me, showing the words:

-UNDEAD -

[AN:- FOR THIS CHAPTER, I HAVE USED GOOGLE TRANSLATIONS SINCE I DON'T KNOW SPANISH, BUT I WANT THE WORDS TO FEEL AS AUTHENTIC AS POSSIBLE, SO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COMMENT ON THE MISTAKES I HAVE MADE]

*Yawn*

My eyes open, light shining in them, making me rub my eyes and yawn another time, flustered and getting up from my bed—wait a second?

"Where—Ohhhhhhh," before I could ask the obvious question about my current situation, I remembered what was happening and the reason for my current situation. The whole reincarnation/transmigration storyline is going on right now.

I get up and realize where I am—in a desert-like place. I am kinda scared about the situation, not gonna lie, but knowing I have to do something about it right now, I decide to pick a direction and follow it.

While following the now straight line, I start to think about everything.

Why was I sent here? Because some god wanted to give me a second chance (AN: I did mention that I have changed some of Rai's memories so that Rai doesn't have some kind of existential crisis about his life and situation).

About me having a LITERAL superpower right now.

The moment I think about the ability I have gained, I realize just how big of an opportunity I got. I am literally UNDEAD right now, meaning I can't die. I try to remember all of Andy's/Victor's abilities since he is the one who has the ability.

"UN-DEAD" is a negator ability that allows the user to negate death, and death as in LITERALLY DEATH. An overpowered ability that basically gives the user regeneration and immortality so that they don't die. This is a useful ability for sure, but that's not all—the negation ability works on the conceptualization of what death is to the user. For example, if I cut off my middle finger and I conceptualize that I don't need my middle finger to live, then my middle finger won't heal and grow back, leaving me with one less finger.

This can be easily mended by me having an imaginative mind, since negator abilities are used on the basis of understanding and imagination of the ability. The biggest weakness is that, since the ability is self-inflicting, it only affects the user and nobody else. And the biggest weakness of all—the pain that comes from regenerating parts of the body.

"I need to figure out a way to deal with pain; if not, I cannot fully utilize my undead abilities," I muse to myself, continuing my journey to God knows where. But after some walking (20 minutes actually), I finally see some silhouettes of something. This makes me sigh in relief because I don't know what I would have done to find out where I am.

Eventually, the silhouettes multiply, leading me to see multiple buildings—not big, just 3-story buildings. I walk faster to reach my destination and—

A town. I have reached some kind of town. I go in and try to find out where the hell I am, but to my despair, the words written on boards are unrecognizable to me. Since I know Hindi and English and a little bit of Spanish, the words written there are:

"comprar banano, 1 kg cuesta 5 mxn" or otherwise known as 'buy bananas, 1 kg is 5 mxn.' I am confused at first but then the words come to me—bananas for 5 mxn. The words are Spanish. And the currency is Mexican.

I am in fucking Mexico, a place I have never even visited in my 24 years of life. A place I am kinda scared of due to the stories that come around from here during my previous(?) world, the home of the Mexican cart—

"Mira a este tipo, no es de por aquí ¿verdad?" (Look at this guy, he's not from around here, right?) A buff dude, flanked by two people, one lanky skinny dude and a short fat dude, approaches me. And I know where the hell this is going due to my limited amount of Spanish knowledge.

"No quiero problemas, por favor déjame en paz." ( I don't want problems, please leave me alone) I speak my broken Spanish, just wanting to have nothing to do with these people. Please leave me al—

"De ninguna manera hermano, el pobre niño nos tiene miedo." (No way brother, the poor boy is afraid of us) The fat guy—I'm gonna call him Mr. Fatty from now on—says. I can clearly hear his mocking tone, and I am scared right now. Even though I know how to fight—all men do—that does NOT mean I know how to fight, if you catch my drift.

"You—English, right?" Mr. Lanky asks me. A relatively simple question normally, but in the current situation, not so good, and I take a step back in fear. I might have an ability right now, but that doesn't mean shit to a person who has not seriously fought people before. No 1v1, 1v2, and definitely not 1v3. So I am justified in my actions right now. But I know if I keep making them wait for my answer while I am monologuing, I'm gonna get shocked.

"Yes, I am English." The first rule of not wanting a fight—only say it once. Do not, under any circumstances, repeat the same thing again. These people are having a conversation with me. If you show them weakness, they will pounce on you, but if you have a normal conversation, they MIGHT leave you alone.

"What are you doing here?" This time, Mr. Buffy asks the questions, and I am starting to feel a pattern right now. Mr. Buffy speaks first, and Mr. Fatty speaks second, with Mr. Lanky speaking last, like a rotation. But for my current situation, I can't say something that will get me into even more trouble, so I decide to do the one thing every man knows—

Bullshittery.

"I came here to sight-see. I have a dream to travel around the world, you see, and this is my current destination." My ass is gonna hurt with how much bullshittery I am gonna spew right now.

"Eso es realmente bueno, amigo. ¿Dónde has estado hasta ahora?" (That's really good, man. Where have you been until now?) Well, that is an interesting question, and my ass is ready to spew more shit. Though it just seems my theory might be proven right with Mr. Fatty speaking right now; he might not know English, it seems.

"Empecé en Canadá, fui a Nueva York y actualmente estoy aquí." (I started in Canada, went to New York and I'm currently here.) Hell, I don't even know what places are in these locations I mentioned. I just hope they don't ask more questions.

"How did you travel from there to here?" Well, Mr. Lanky just proved my theory and kinda put me in a tough spot, but my trusty bullshittery comes through yet again.

"I kinda HAD a jeep, but on the way here, I got mugged by some randoms near here. All my money, equipment, and even my jeep. So now I am broke and have no idea where I am. Without my map, of course." I immediately add the last part to clarify to them and myself the situation I am currently in (I am not even close to that situation).

This causes the 3 dudes(?) to look at each other in surprise, and Mr. Fatty opens his mouth, but before that, Mr. Lanky—I am genuinely surprised since I had confidence that it would be Mr. Buffy—speaks. "You got mugged?"

"Yeah, 100%. Took all my stuff." I even open my pants pockets to show them my broken self. By the way, I noticed that I was in a comfortable blue t-shirt and brown cargo pants with pockets in them. I was not sent here half-naked, which I am thankful for.

They look at each other again, and I am nervous since they might not believe me and think of me as a homeless ma—

"Oh, si ese es el caso, aquí tienes." (Oh, if that's the case, here you go) Mr. Fatty whips out 829 MXN, equivalent to $50. My eyes widened in surprise because I did not expect money for anything. But before I can even reply,

"Here you go, Amigo." Both Mr. Buffy and Mr. Lanky also whip out 829 MXN each, leading me to get 150$ in cash.

"I—wha—thanks a lot, amigos." I can't believe it; I got free money through my way of bullshitting. I am genuinely happy right now. Because what I expected was a fight, not genuine goodness.

"No problem-o, Amigo. Make sure to be safe." Mr. Buffy pats my shoulder, smiles, showing me his ugly-ass teeth, with the other two dudes following in his footsteps, patting my shoulders, and smiling, showing their teeth. Mr. Lanky has a tooth missing, and the one which surprises me, Mr. Fatty, has a fucking gold tooth shining at me. The three musketeers (sarcasm if you didn't figure it out) turn and start to walk off.

"Muchas gracias a todos, amigos." (Thank you all very much, friends) Seeing their strong and kind-willed backs, I say my farewells and thanks, and watch them leave by turning down an alley.

The second they are gone, the smile on my face fades, revealing nervousness and fear. I immediately pocket the money and turn away, wanting to get the hell away from here.

I ain't an idiot. The way they approached me (aggressively in my opinion), the way they looked at each other while I told them the tale of the robbed one, and the fucking smile. The golden tooth. Who the hell do they think they're fooling? It is easily recognizable to me that they are some kind of gangsters. And the first thing I am gonna do right now with this knowledge is get the fuck out of this place.

*2 Hours Later*

The sun starts to go down, and my nervousness increases tenfold. Why, you might ask? Because "apparently" (you can feel me quoting this) there are no rides out of this place—no buses, no transport other than a car, which costs 10,000 MXN to rent. With around 3,000 MXN in my pocket, I cannot afford even the cheapest one. I am stuck, hungry, paranoid, scared, and feeling all the other emotions you'd expect when stranded in a different universe.

I try to investigate and gain some understanding of where I am, but no, everyone here is a dick. Whenever I try to talk to someone, either they flip me off with their fingers or just say they don't want to talk. I try to find anything or anyone who could help me, like newspapers, but I get nothing.

*Crack*

I immediately turn, trying to figure out where the sound came from. I am scared shitless, almost ready to scream like a little bitch. I am gonna do anything to make sure that I am safe. I am not gonna be dumb like movie characters and check where the sound came from—

Someone grabs my neck and puts me in a chokehold. I immediately snap and try to do something, but I get punched in my stomach by someone else. I reel in pain. I try to wiggle and do something, but immediately afterward, something is put over my mouth and nose, making me realize that I am getting kidnapped.

I open my eyes as wide as possible to resist being knocked out while flailing my arms around, trying to do something, but the pain in my stomach from the gut punch doesn't go away easily. However, I do see two silhouettes in front of me. With me not getting enough oxygen and having my oxygen mixed with something, my struggles become less and less until I stop and close my eyes. Just before my consciousness fades away, I am able to identify the attackers, or at least two of them.

Mr. Lanky and Mr. Fatty.

I knew something was fish—

*POW*

MY STOMACH—

I open my eyes half-conscious, my mind in a state of dizziness and drowsiness, my body in pain, especially my stomach. Before I can even moan due to pain, my hair is pulled and I am hit with—

*SPLASH*

Of water? I don't know, but it wakes me up. I shake my head to remove the wetness, confused, scared, paranoid, hurt, and I try to see properly where I am.

The room is dimly lit, a single light bulb swinging above me. I am tied to a chair, my hands bound behind my back and my feet strapped to the legs of the chair. I am not wearing any shoes, they have been removed. The room smells of—blood, maybe? My heart beats in my chest, I am scared shitless right now, the situation is bad, really really bad.

"Finalmente te despertaste," (You finally woke up) a voice says. I look up to see Mr. Buffy standing in front of me, arms crossed, a smug grin on his face. Mr. Fatty and Mr. Lanky are flanking him, both looking equally pleased with themselves.

"¿Dónde estoy?" (Where am i?) I manage to croak out, my throat dry and scratchy.

"No estás en un buen lugar, amigo," ("You're not in a good place, friend.) Mr. Lanky says, his grin widening. "We have some questions for you."

"I already told you everything," I protested, my voice trembling. "I'm just a tourist, I got mugged—"

"Bullshit," Mr. Buffy interrupts, his voice cold and hard. "We know you're lying. No one comes here without a reason. So tell us the real reason you're here."

"I swear, I—" I start, but Mr. Fatty steps forward and punches me in the gut, knocking the wind out of me. I gasp for air, the pain radiating from my stomach to the rest of my body.

"We can do this easy or hard," Mr. Buffy says, leaning down to look me in the eye. "You choose."

"I—" I struggle to speak, the pain making it hard to focus.

" I-I am sorry for lying, But i am honest,, i don't know anything, please, just leave me be, Please." i literally start crying at this point, i mean, come on, i am getting my shit beat, i aint an edgy mc who immediately finds a solution to a problem. 

"What's your name?" Mr Lanky, the person who- HAS A FUCKING KNIFE RIGHT NOW? WHEN THE FUCK DID HE GET A KNIFE FROM?

"Rai Adam." i am still crying, but i am conscious, even in pain, my brain works and i get the hint that if i don't talk, i am gonna di-

wait a sec.

"Alright, Rai, You're a spy for the US, aren't you?" i am sorry, where the fuck did you figure that out? is it my nose, my cheekbones or some shit like that?

"N-No, i am not from the US first of all, i ain't no Spy '' dude, can u figure out with my accent and stuff. but i have stopped crying, why? i cant fucking die. That's why.

" Esta es tu última oportunidad amigo, di la verdad o si no" (This is your last chance friend, tell the truth or else) Mr- fuck giving respect, fatty asks me, this fucking illiterate is pushing me to a corner as well. I know I need to stall for time, because, while I understand how my abilities work, I haven't used them. it's simple really, i know the theory, but not the practicals.

"lo juro, no soy mentiroso-" (I swear, I'm not a liar)

*BANG*

PAIN. PAIN WHOSE JOB IS NOWHERE NEAR ME, I FEEL IT. FEEL IN MY LEG.

"AHHHHHHH" i am screaming due to the pain i feel right now in my leg, why? BECASUE I GOT FUCKING SHOT. A GOT SHOT BY A GUN, A GUN HELD BY FATTY FUCK- before i can continue, my head is yanked again by buffy and he saying something, but i cannot hear.

*WHAM*

again, in my FUCKING STOMACH, I SWEAR TO GOD I AM GONNA KILL YO-

" Listen, I do not care who you are loyal to, I need answers." that fucker throws my head back, leaving me to bite my lips in pain but-

the pain stops.

i open my eyes, pain visible in my eyes, but i cannot feel it anymore, i look at the place i was shot, and i see-

" one last chanc-" the fucker buffy starts talking to me again, but stops, while seeing where i was looking before he yanked my face. when i see his eyes wandering my feet, i immediately feel that things are gonna go to shit even more than before.

"ven aquí ahora" (Come here! now!) that fucker saw it, i knew it, i gotta do something to make sure that the other fuckers don't see-

"Este es el lugar donde disparaste, ¿verdad?" (This is the place where you shot, right?) buffy fucker asks the fatty fucker who fucking shot me, and buffy fucker AND lanky fucker both check the place where the shot was, seeing no damage.

"¿qué es esto? ¡Le disparé en el pie!" (what is this? I shot him in the foot!) fatty starts spewing bullshit to them, i dread if they figure out what it means. i don't want them to know, please, i just do not want them to kn-

"Inténtalo de nuevo, esta vez dispárale en ambos pies." (Try again, this time shoot him in both feet.) of course the lanky fucker had to insuiniate things, he seems to be the smartest of the trio it seems. i have to do-

*BANG*

*BANG*

"AHHH" ANOTHER SHOT, NOT ONE BUT TWO TIMES IN EACH FEET, WHY? WHY THE FUCK AM I SUFFERING LIKE THI-

all three of them watched intently, seeing, right before their eyes, my feet spit out the bullets it took and start mending back!

"él-él es un bicho raro!" (He-he's a freak!) buffy fucker calls me a freak after forcing the others to look into my condition and make them shoot me, i SWEAR I AM GONNA KILL THE FUC-

"¡Dispárale de nuevo! vacía tus balas." ("Shoot him again! Empty your bullets.") YOU LANKY FUC-

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

*BANG*

"AAAAHHHHH" WHYYYYYYYYYY??? WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SHOOTING ME? I AM FEELING THE GOD OF PAINS! PLEASE STOP SHOOTING ME! PLEX SVB DUFNT!

the fuckers all watch in horror and morbid fascination as my two feets spit out the bullets and starts re-stitching together.

"él es uno de esos fanáticos de los vengadores. él tiene-" (he is one of those avenger freaks, he has-) buffy fucker starts spewing some bullshit i cant hear due to extreme pain of being shot, i don't know anything other than pain, not even when they start discussing something. I only focus on my pain, pain so bad that it feels like part of my feet has a hole in it. (which it doesn't btw).

before i could wallow in my pain-ness, i get yanked by my hair, again, to a grinding face of all three fuckers telling me something. i can't hear them, my pain unbearable, but-

*SLAP*

I get slapped across the face, waking me up from myself-pain-ess and listening to them.

"you have powers, some kind of powers that heal you back to normal, we are gonna use that and see how much you can heal from what we are about to do to you" i am sorry? what are you even talking about Lanky fucker?

"Huh?" i am not understanding shit you are saying, you fucker. speak properly.

"Right, you are in pain now, so let me explain it to you in simple words" he brings my face close to his, his breath stinks, on god.

" You are gonna be our New Organ donor" the grin on his face speaks volumes, it takes a couple of seconds for his words to reach me, and my eyes become wide open in despair.

THE FUCK YOU MEAN ORGAN DONO-

*BAM*

THE END

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AN:- HOLY SHIT! AROUND 3.5K WORDS, THIS IS MY LONGEST CHAPTER YET, AS I PROMISED, I AM TRYING TO BE CONSISTENT, BUT IF I CANNOT UPLOAD NEW CHAPTERS TOMORROW, THIS IS 2 CHAPTER WORTH OF CONTENT, SO ENJOY!