Chapter 1

BANG!

Malach Ran through the web of alleys trying to escape his pursuers and the inevitable death that accompanied them. He scrambled through dark street after dark street clutching his continuously bleeding shoulder

"Dammit Micah was it necessary to steal from the only gangster in six blocks!"

M[It's his fault for having such a shiny watch…and earing…and wallet]

"Oh really?"

M[Yep, don't you know the saying "keep shiny things away from Micah"]

I kept running through alley after alley, I knew them like I knew all 1678 different ways Abel had told me to kill the man who left home on the streets as a child with nothing but a blanket and two rather loud voices in my head. I had grown up living off the trash of others with a side dish of stolen jewellery.

Nowadays me and the voices who I had affectionately named Micah and Able got along and worked together on helping me with surviving, of course not every day was a success with that little bitch of a hobby, with the best example of that being right now as I bled out from a gunshot wound!

Concerning Micah and Abel while I wasn't sure how schizophrenia of multiple personality disorder worked but they had always been relatively simple people. Micah had never matured past the age of a child and in correspondence lacked most common sense, meaning he didn't see what was wrong with things like stealing and STEALING FROM GANGSTERS!

Other the other side of Malach's weird voices sits Able, He was Pretty much the stereotypical stern older brother type who lacked any form of empathy for people that weren't me or Micah. Oh and he really didn't lie people that had caused us any form of harm hence the 1678 different ways of murdering "the abandoner"

A{It's actually 1679 you're forgetting death by 1000 cuts}

"How careless of me" I responded with as much sarcasm I could muster which was hard considering I had more blood on the outside than the inside at this point.

A{if we make it out of this, we are going to have a good and long talk about you forgetting the fine art of brutal murder}

After running and arguing for another ten minutes or so I finally collapsed sitting down against the wall of particularly long corridor.

"I think this is it boys" things were starting to get a little dark and staying awake had never required so much concentration.

A{Yeah, I guess so. It was a good run as far as 17 years living in the slums can go. Let's kill them slowly in the next life}

M[I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble over the years]

and so a sat like another common slum rat bleeding out next to the trash as everything went black.

Pov: ROB

"What an odd specimen" muttered the Rob as he pondered sitting at his desk in the outer dimension.

"This child bonded with what would normally be considered a mental anomaly so closely that they are all bonded together at the level of the soul"

Normally when an individual died there are three things that can happen, they go to whatever they saw as a happy afterlife whether it was heaven, the field of reeds or Valhalla. If they were a terrible person, they instead went to whatever they believed to be eternal torment such as hell, reincarnation as a lower lifeform of even to be completely wiped from existence.

The third option however was far rare in comparison, in the event of the dead individual drawing the attention of a higher existence any number of things could happen from reincarnation to something worse than eternal torment.

Luckily for Malach, Micah and Able the Rob that had discovered them was peaceful being that decided to gift them with a reincarnation of a higher level.

"Now then let's peak into those memories of yours so we can find an appropriate form of world"

After sifting through multiple different possible books, shows and other forms of literature he discovered a certain book by the name of "Final Garden"

"This should do, possibility for the building of strength, low chance of being killed before maturity, possible to attain immortality and best of all it's a romance novel"

"now off with you and try to at least be entertaining" he said as he unceremoniously through the soul through countless dimensional barriers and into the body of some random dead body.