Comic 2 - Prologue - 1

3rd Jan 2021, 10:07 AM in Prologue

The boy gasped for air at every step. His T-shirt had a big wet spot, his feet were cold, yet he didn't dare look down as he made his way through the deserted maze of back alleys among apartment buildings. Countless times he wanted to stop, to just sit down, but his pursuer was always there, implacably keeping up no matter how fast the boy tried to run. So he pressed on in the dead silence, while light poured from above.

The sun was disappearing behind rooftops when he emerged into the square. It was... vast, and not the way he remembered it, but somehow that didn't seem strange. People were gray shapes in the distance, walking listlessly past each other. Even the few cars were quiet.

It seemed he had outpaced his pursuer as he left the shadow of a grand corner building to cross the square towards the vast park on the opposite side. Electrical lights started to come on, filtered through the foliage of trees, while the sky grew dark. Among the impromptu camouflage patterns, he was late to notice the silhouette blocking his path.

The boy wanted nothing more than to run away, but he stood his ground and examined his stalker.

He was lean but not very tall, dressed in black sneakers, torn black jeans and a black hoodie that covered half his face. The other half sported a stubbly neckbeard, and what little showed of his skin was the color of plaster. A duster, also black, completed the portrait.

"Welcome to the Great Beyond," he said in a voice like the rustling of dry leaves.

"What do you mean?" gasped the boy. "What's going on?"

"You died," said the one in black matter-of-factly.

It took a moment for the significance of those words to sink in.

"No." The boy shook his head. "No. I must be dreaming. It's a lucid dream," he almost screamed, "I've had them before."

"Oh, you're dreaming all right. It's just that you'll never wake up again."

He seemed serious as he stood there calmly, thumbs in his belt.

"So... what does that make you, the Grim Reaper? You don't look the part."

"Well, it's not my day job. Or my night job, for that matter."

The boy shivered as he looked around at the faceless shadows passing back and forth in the orange light of street lamps.

"I don't even remember what happened..."

"It will all come back to you. Give it time," the Reaper added after a break.

The boy winced. "How does time even work here?"

"Oh, it meanders and pools, and sometimes even loops back on itself, but time still flows. Don't worry, you have plenty of it now."

"Great. Death is telling me not to worry."

He shivered again. The feeling of being followed by a faceless, nameless enemy returned... and it wasn't coming from the black-clad form in front of him. He turned. Nobody.

"We'd better go now," said the Reaper grabbing his arm. His voice was strained all of a sudden.

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chris-tar 15th Mar 2021, 7:30 AM edit delete reply
Cool. Death is like a dream, time still passes there, and the embodiment of death is your spirit guide...
Felix 15th Mar 2021, 8:52 AM edit delete reply
Thank you!