Humanity is But a Picture
The Spirit of Humanity
Chapter 1
Chris was always a little shy of other people, but he never wanted to be completely ignored. Seeing people not even glance his way as he walks down the road, in a restaurant, or when he walks through a wall like it's mist. He understood why they couldn't see him. To put it simply , he was a spirit, Chris Howarth was a ghost.
He never wanted to be dead but that's way it was. He could still remember that day in clear memory. The day that he met Death.
April 24, 2009
Chris was walking home from his job in St. Louis. He worked in a radio station that played old and new hits. His job was to make sure everything ran well so nothing would break, and he also ran the board when the station covered a game or event.
At the start of spring there was really not a lot to be done. Baseball was just starting and the college sports were dwindling down as the school year ended. He had just got done fixing the server room at the station that broadcasts the music as it had broken, he was the one to put in a new one and make sure it worked. As soon as he made sure the test of the new part were satisfactory he left to go home.
His home was a small comfy apartment near the Mississippi River and it was not far so he always walked to and from work. He knew that the city wasn't the safest at night but he stilled like to walk around and see the few stars through the light pollution of the city.
This night however proved to be very different from others.
Chris's point of view
'Man my back killing me,' I thought as I pulled my backpack further on my back, 'I need to lay off the McDonald's'
I just grimaced and kept walking, I was walking by an old crumbling wall when I was suddenly grabbed and slammed repeatedly on said wall. When I came to a couple second later, I saw an image that made my blood turn ice cold.
I sat still as the 20-ish looking man held a glock to my head, looking like he meant business.
"Give me your money," slurred the man, obviously drunk off his ass.
"Sorry?" I quietly said scared for my life.
The man glared at me and dug the gun into my head, "Give me your money or I'll blow your fucking brains out."
I was screwed and i knew my answer would only make him mad.
"I don't have any money on me," I mumbled
"What did you say," the man growled as he put his face closer to mine.
I cleared my throat, " I don't carry money on me."
The man looked at me and then suddenly slammed the gun against my head.
"Your lieing, everyone has money. Where. Is. Your. Money."
I whimpered, "Its at the bank, I only use a card."
The man look at me in absolute anger. he then proceed to hit me repeatedly with the gun until i could hardly stay conscious. He then turned the gun to me and I knew my time had come. I prayed that I was good enough to reach paradise as I saw him pull the trigger.
Darkness is the only thing I felt or saw for a while . There was no sound but I could tell there was a presence around me. I waited for the presence to come to me since I couldn't come to it.
My wish came to me a short while later as a figure in a black robe came to me and smiled.
"Your Death aren't you." I said in a whisper.
He nodded, " I am indeed child, you have made me happy from your short life on earth. Its time for you to move to another world."
I looked at him, curious, "How have I made you happy? Your Death, your supposed to be the grim reminder that life ends at some point. Your not a savior."
Death looked at me sadly, "I am and I am not, you see there is many religions, but there is only one almighty god, I am not him, I am a servant of sorts. In your religion I would be the figure of Jesus. but to another I would be the Buddha. I am all but I am separate if that makes any sense. Beside you people don't look to me in your life you look to my wife in that matter."
"Your wife?" I asked even more lost.
"Yes," Death answered, "My wife is Life. Heh that rhymed, anyway she was the one that put you on that world to live and prosper but your time ended too short which is why I will give you a choice."
"What choice do I have, I'm dead, my life is over." i said miserably.
"Yes your mortal life on Terra is over but on another planet it might begin again. You see your life was too short so I get to give you a choice. You can move on and take your place in paradise, or you can return to Terra as a spirit knowing that one day you will be moved to a different planet with a fraction of my magical power. Know this however, you will not have power over death just magical powers. So what do you say, Chris?" asked Death as he finished his explanation.
I thought, if I moved on there will be no more sadness, nothing to worry about, but if I take his offer to become a spirit then I know I will breath life again.
"I have made up my mind," I told Death, "I choose to go back until you call me again."
Death nodded, "Good choice, Celestia will be glad to hear that, I say goodbye to you now Chris. See you in a few thousand years." Death then blinked out of existence.
"A few thousand...! You said a short time you motherfucking aahhhh!" A hole opened underneath me and I fell, a few seconds later I jolted awake.
"Was that a dream?" I spoke aloud as I got up off a uncomfortable piece of...metal.
I turned and I saw a gruesome site. My body with a single bullet hole in the center of my head. I have come back and now I'm stuck here.
I did watch my funeral, as my family cried over my corpse, not knowing I was also crying trying to tell them that I was still there in spirit. I floated along the funeral procession as they drove to a small church that was to be my body's final resting place.
I watched as they lowered my body and covered it. I watched my family leave and go on with their lives. Hundreds of years flew by as I watched my family, being a type of guardian angel of sorts. I have also found out I have certain powers as well. I can whisper short messages to people that are of my family. I can also move objects and do other ghostly things.
I did get to meet my family as they passed to the next world for a short amount of time before they had to go. I haven't done that in while since no one in the family would even remember me.
To tell you the truth though, i want to leave this world for good. I'm tired of this afterlife. I want to move on.