Every Seven Seconds: AU PG-13 A/Spiritual

[Neko]

I was so bored, and this little ditty came to mind.

Enjoy :3

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Statistically, every seven seconds someone dies. Of course there is a tragedy or accident where a lot of people die at once that really doesn’t matter but for the sake of talking in numbers, every seven seconds someone dies. Old, young, men, women whoever or where ever, somehow, somewhere a human being will die. That is sad and all, but not really much of a concern because as we all know, it’s a part of life.

My own death isn’t that big of a deal. In fact, it doesn’t matter at all, so I’m not going to say much on the subject. Besides, this story isn’t about me so I implore you to put it out of your minds .

Anyways, after I dies there was no tunnel, there was no light I pretty much just died. It was a disappointment after what I saw in the movies, let me tell you. I died and the next thing I knew I was in the middle of nothing.

Seriously, all around me was nothing. It was dark, and infinite, and not there’s much else to say about it. Think of the universe without the stars and you’ll start to understand what this place felt like. I of course, didn’t feel anything. I was dead, not hot, not cold and definitely not breathing. Actually, for all I knew I was in the middle of space. Not that I really cared or anything because anywhere was better then the place I had just left.

You know how everyone says when you die you feel regret or sadness? Well, I really didn’t feel anything like that. If I felt anything I felt that… it’s an English term, you know? I learned about it last semester I’m sure. Oh yeah, catharsis. That’s it, I felt catharsis, or a cleansing of emotion. Funny how that kind of stuff comes to you long after you need it on the test. Regardless, I felt this cleansing feeling, calm, serene. Call it whatever you want.

I was just floating there, presumably dead in this infinite abyss of nothing, feeling calm for the first time in years. Seriously, I swear I have not caught a break for years. It was actually really very nice there, just existing. I’m sure it would have gotten boring after awhile but I don’t really know because after about a second my vast space was filled with millions of bubbles.

These were not the simple multi-hued soap bubbles blown on summer days when you’re a kid. Oh no, these were more. Each one was pure and beautiful and through them I could see the emptiness of my space as well as more bubbles. All around me they bobbed, not really doing anything and looking like they had been there the whole time.

Now I’m not normally an impulsive person. Well, actually I am in a
way but not so impulsive that I’d usually stick my hand into something I knew nothing about. Still on some random urge I stuck my hand out and touched the bubble directly in front of me.

Okay, before I go on with this story, first let me say this: In what I
will tell you over tens of thousands of words I saw in less then three seconds. It was as if I just knew everything in an instant. Still the actual story of everything that I saw will take some time to get out, so I hope you have some soda and popcorn at hand in case you get hungry.

The first thing I saw after I touched the bubble was a little boy who
was kneeling beside something. His eyes were closed and his dark head was bent over as if in prayer. Then, it hit me; he was in prayer. All those bubbles I saw must have all been separate prayers. I have no idea how I magically knew this at that moment in time, I just did.

The little boy’s hands were clasped so tightly together that his knuckles were white and his fingers were an unhealthy shade of mauve. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips moved quickly as he murmured something under his breath.

I felt vaguely uncomfortable, because I’ve honestly never felt comfortable around praying people before. Praying was an intimate thing for people and even if I didn’t pray myself I knew that I should let whoever was praying just pray and leave them alone.

It wasn’t until I had turned my head away to give the child his peace that I realized I could hear his voice as clear as day. It took a bit more time, relative to my visions, to realize that he was crying. His tiny, whispering voice was hindered by small sniffles and sobs as he sent up his desperate plea.

Little did the poor kid know that his desperate plea had gone to, and was being answered by a depressed teenage girl who had basically just committed suicide, whether that was the goal or not.
He continues to whisper faster and faster as he tried to get it all in before something in the child broke and he dissolved into tears. His prayer sounded something like, “Please, someone save my big brother. I love him so much and he promised to take me to a baseball game. God, I love him, I do and I’m so sorry for fighting with him. Please, please, please don’t let him die.”

Now, not trying to be harsh or anything, but rather then being overcome with pity I thought, “Brother, what brother?” I honestly could only see the kid so I had no idea what he was talking about.

As soon as I wondered that, the scene conveniently expanded to show me a hospital room with a flaxen haired boy in the bed hooked up to all sorts of equipment that was either keeping him alive or telling everyone else that he was alive. His breathing was shallow and forced, and an I.V. drip was attached to his arm pumping him full of who knows what.

After seeing this scene the next obvious question came to mind. Just what was going on there?

In lieu to my thought I was transported back in time I guess. Way back to before the boy I saw was sick because the first thing I saw when I blinked my non-existent eyes was the same boy jumping into the air and catching a football.

He looked so different I didn’t even realize it was the same boy until he took off his helmet and thrust it into the air to cheers from his teammates. He smiled a dazzling jock smile and threw the football onto the ground. His brown eyes sparkled as someone who was obviously his friend came over and punched him in the shoulder.

I just rolled my eyes. Guys.

“Dude, Terry, that was awesome!” the friend cheered. “I can’t believe you pulled that off! Now all you have to do is pull that off in the game this weekend and we’ll be set to go to the championship.”

Terry laughed and threw his arm around his friend’s shoulders in a tight choke hold. “You don’t need to worry about me Tom,” he jeered. “You need to work on your running.”

Tom took this semi-insult in a stride. “Hey, hey, I know that. Just make sure coach doesn’t catch you later at the movies with Sarah this evening. He’s got us all running around on extra practices.”

Terry blinked, “How did you know about that?” he asked, obviously thinking that his date with this Sarah girl was secret.

Tom rolled his eyes, “Terry, everyone knows. It’s not like anyone but coach actually believes you when you say you have to walk your dog when you skip practice.”

Terry smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “What can I say? Sarah’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I think I actually love her, man.”

Tom snorted, “Like I haven’t heard that before,” he chided his friend before he walked away.

Terry trotted after him trying to convince his friend of his true love and I looked on wonderingly. This was the same kid in the hospital? The one who was barely alive in a hospital bed somewhere? Something really bad must have happened to him, but it seemed that his little brother wasn’t part of the picture yet. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do, what with being dead and all. Plus, I don’t think I had much of a choice. So, I observed.
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[Viewtiful Starman]

Was that intended as the start of a series or a one shot? Might just be me, but it seems a little hard to tell... Regardless, it's very good.

Has an interesting angle on death and kept my attention through the whole thing. Writing's great, even compared to some of your other good stuff. The way you did it is very descriptive, but easy to read making it require little effort to imagine the settings and actions.

[Midnight]

This...is certainly quite deviant from the subjects that you normally take into account in your writing...

Anyway, I found that the first-person narrative proved to be exceedingly effective in telling the story. Heck, even the grammar and spelling errors are effective, as they remind us that someone is speaking and it's not some narrator describing the scene as it unfolds. You're telling a narrative, and yet it touches concepts so ethereal, and leads us to think about what our experiences actually look like from an omniscient's point of view. I look forward to the story as it unfolds, and how it develops to link the star player to someone on the brink of death.
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[DarkMega]

Wow. This is amazing! I'm hooked. You do such wonderful work when you write. This promises to be a very deep, thought-provoking fic, and I can't wait to read more.
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[Wackoman.EXE]

Wowsersorz Neko. It's phenomenal. You've got quite a unique view on death (which is a topic I've been thinking about a lot lately >_>), and the storie's words just drew me in. This is one amazing piece Neko-kun, I'd like to see a sequel.
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[Neko]

It's a novel people.

Yes, 50k words the whole kit'n'caboodle. Don't worry there's plenty of plot to go around for that long >.>;
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[Core]

This is a really good start to what you are writing, and it did capture me right from the start. I have to admit that when I clicked on the thread to open it, I was expecting about Saito and Netto, and it was a surprise as I started to read. So far it seems very interesting and I look forward to reading more about this girl that is hearing and listening to the prayers of others, seeing the history behind the words they speak, and more then likely the problems they faced leading up to where they are when she sees them.
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[Core]

This is a really good start to what you are writing, and it did capture me right from the start. I have to admit that when I clicked on the thread to open it, I was expecting about Saito and Netto, and it was a surprise as I started to read. So far it seems very interesting and I look forward to reading more about this girl that is hearing and listening to the prayers of others, seeing the history behind the words they speak, and more then likely the problems they faced leading up to where they are when she sees them.
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[Kitty-Chan]

I find it fascinating.
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