The Reincarnation of Drake Silver

He looked over at the wall to try and see if he could see his wife, or whether she had perished, and when he finally slumped against the wall he could see into his cottages main living area. His wife lay face down, cuts and stab marks apparent all over her clothes, her physical body in tatters almost as bad as her clothing. He almost threw up upon seeing such a gruesome sight and fell to a sitting position against the wall, contemplating why his death had happened and what he could have done to stop it. He was going to pay back his loan next week! He had told Fernando and his goonies he would be paid this next week and it would pay almost all of what he owed. He did such a big favor for his boss's son and he didn't even get any thanks for it, though he did appreciate the big bonus his boss had given him, which in his eyes was more than enough. His boss was a shrewd man that didn't really show much emotion but he was an honest and kind person even with his overbearing attitude. Much like a father trying to set his daughter on the right path he valued his employees and did not treat them like cannon fodder unlike most companies.

As he reminisced he realized that this was what people refer to as "your life flashing before your eyes". He was in an incredible amount of pain and he was in no shape to move anymore. Every ounce of energy he had left was made to see if his wife was still alive and now that he confirmed that she was no longer around he had no reason to stick around anymore. This was death, and while he contemplated what death was like, he noticed the parts of his body were starting to slowly turn numb and were becoming extremely hard to move. Every slight twitch was him trying his hardest to move and survive, but his primal instinct to survive could not overpower deaths grip this time and he was slowly becoming more and more unattached.

He started to think about his life while he faded off and his body started to shut down. He remembered reading that damn thread about the game that got him killed. The game that shaped the world economy for almost 4 years at this point. He saw him meeting his wife at the balfour mini-boss raid. He saw all the good times, the close calls, the bad times, and the times of sorrow. He remembered everything as he knew that he was about to pass. He could feel that this was not the death he wanted or deserved but this was his fate in the end.

Date: June 18,2118

"Drake Silver and his Wife were brutally killed in a scheme to launder money from the couple from a local gang, sources say…"

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Drake suddenly regained consciousness but he wasn't anywhere. Not in his room, not in his house, or even the earth for that matter! As he looked around at the void that surrounded him he was very confused. He was in floating in a grayish void where in front of him is a bright white area and behind him was a dark, almost blood red and vanta black at the same time. Drake was really confused at what was happening, was he still alive? Or like a spirit? Drake thought about it for a second as he lazily drifted in the void of the space.

"Ah! That must be it!" Drake said out loud to no one but himself," I must be in limbo, the bright area is what most people would call heaven and that dark area that's making me wanna puke is probably hell!" He surmised his precarious predicament and tried to think of any myth or lore that might help him get back to earth or his body. No matter what he thought of he wasn't able to think of anything that might get him back to earth. Then it struck him, reincarnation, or possibly transmigration. Maybe he could find something in limbo he could use.

He opened his eyes to the void around him once more, and looked around for any area that might be useful. Then, in front of his eyes he swears he sees a door! He slowly floats over to it, which he didn't know he could do, but it doesn't feel any different from walking, even though his legs were not actually moving. Drake walked up to the door, and examined it for a minute before trying anything with it.

The door was an old 20th century door from around the 1990's. It was almost all red in colour, with the exception of the door frame which was solid white with a glowing, golden engravings on it. When one did a comparison it was like someone took the best attributes of the colours of heaven and hell and put them in to make this door and its frame. Drake did not know why but this door fascinated him, like it was pulling him, he slowly reached out and opened up the door. But all Drake saw on the other side of the door was a pure pitch black void.

Thinking this was some kind of trap, Drake quickly floated backward but suddenly what felt wind started emanating from the door. Drake looked at the door in terror as it felt like the door was sucking him in! He was trying to resist as best he could but this form he was in, a spirit in limbo, was apparently not very strong. Possibly, it could just be that this door is indeed that powerful but he didn't know and now was not the time to ponder on it. Drake was suddenly lurched forward by an incredible suction force and he was almost thrown into the door. Drake grabbed onto the railing of the door and was holding on for dear life as the door attempted to take him into it. The suction was starting to get more and more powerful as time went on, and it felt like it was also starting to suction out his strength so that he couldn't resist either.

Drake couldn't resist any longer and finally just accepted his death to the black void door. He let go of the railing and watched the door close as he dropped vertically downward. He had been falling for what felt like a few minutes when suddenly there was a big flash of light and he was knocked unconscious once more.

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Drake woke up once more and slowly opened his eyes, expecting the worst was yet to come. But as his eyesight slowly conformed to the light he started to get a grip on where he was. He was in his house, the one his grandfather had built for his future generations. It was a very old house, at least 100 years old but it was so well made that it has stood the test of time and even has a good market value, which will bring a lot of unfortunate events towards drake in the future. He had remembered how the corporate executives had hounded him and tried every tactic to get him to sell his families home and only after repeated threats did he give in.

Drake looked around and noticed a mirror, and went to look at himself. He noticed it then, his tattoo on his hand was gone! And his natural black hair was dyed silver. "Oh no.." Drake said aloud.

Drake rushed over to his computer and confirmed the date.

Imperial Date: 2110 September 8

"This is impossible!" He yelled out loud,"I have gone back to a week before that damn game goes live!"