Lightning strikes across the island at the peak of the morning, summing the arrival of Death. Death loomed over the island of Wako, not in a menacing way, but instead watching over the island. Though, no one would be dying on this day, in fact life was being given. The first day of summer, the one year anniversary of the deaths of four teens, and the day these teens would be brought back to life. He would give these teens another chance at life to do whatever they wished. Also, he just wanted to watch what happened, he was growing bored, always watching people die, but today, oh today, now he would watch people live.
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xA flash of bright light.
A tingling feeling from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.
Then came the booming rumble, that rippled through the earth shaking him to the core.
Nicolas Alexander Reed opened his eyes, something he hadn't done for a year. As the light adjusted, he blinked rapidly, a small groan coming from somewhere... Himself maybe?
He was lying down on the ground, staring up at the sky. For a second he almost thought this was the afterlife, or a surreal dream that was possibly his heaven. He laid there, staring up, waiting for something. God? The Devil? Anyone?
But nothing happened. There was no booming voice from the clouds or bright white light. Just the sky and the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.
After a couple minutes he realized that he could move, he wiggled his toes and fingers, the feeling almost foreign in a way. The sand clung to him like glue around him and he raised a hand to his forehead to wipe a few grains from his forehead. He was confused that's for sure. His last real memory being... well dying. Nic's gut twisted and he clenched his eyes shut as the horrifying noise of metal crunching and the smell of gasoline became prominent. He willed it out of his mind as quickly as it had come and slowly sat up, taking in his surroundings which he recognized. He was on Wako. Is this the afterlife? Am I dead? The questions ran through his mind. He got up, shakily, it was almost as if he was an infant taking his first steps. As he managed to stand, loose sand falling from his clothes, he noticed he was lying right next to the shore. The beach itself looked closed, it must be early... But was there even anyone else in this supposed Afterlife?
A few meters he recognized the small standing shower that he used to use to wash the sand off his feet. He slowly shuffled to the shower, for a reason unbeknownst to himself. Nicolas placed a hand against the cold metal hoping that somehow some memory would come to him, maybe to explain to him, what in the hell was happening. It took him a second to realize the reflection staring back at him in the metal wasn't, well... Him. W- What? The shock of it made him stumble back a bit, as he rubbed his eyes thinking maybe he was hallucinating.
Nicolas slowly reached a hand up to touch the strangers, his face. The person staring back at him, had an angular jaw, bright blue eyes, curly dark brown hair, hell, he could even tell he was taller and more muscular. It was then he realized he was wearing the same outfit the night of the crash, a simple cotton grey shirt and pants, except he was oddly barefoot and the clothes weren't ripped and soaked in his blood. Oh god, he felt sick. He couldn't stand to look at the person staring back and bent over, emptying whatever content was left in his stomach. Which was almost nothing.
Everything was too overwhelming.
When he recovered he stepped back and looked around, a gut wrenching sensation tearing at him as he laid eyes on the sandy trail leading up to the parking lot. A simple thought bloomed in his head, Sky, suddenly he could think of nothing but Sky. Is he alive? Dead? Even here? Where ever the hell I am... The thoughts flooding his mind were almost like a magnetic pull as he shuffled up the path. Maybe this was some sign? Good or Bad he wasn't sure.
His steps where uneven, and awkward almost like the Walking Dead. The sand was hot against his feet although there was no sun, but he was almost too numb to feel it, or anything in the matter. Nicolas found that he suddenly wasn't able to will himself any farther and turned back to the beach. He watched the waves for a moment, small tears forming in his eyes. Is this my punishment? Forced to stay in this spot forever? Forced to remember the awful terms and emotions I left him on?
Then the tears finally came and he collapsed to his knees, his salty tears mixing with the sand below him.
