[dah884]

This story starts with my death, clich? I know.

I was just an average high school boy on my way home. Took a short cut, got lost, and ran into a black cat in a back alley.

“Die, please.” the cat said in a very polite tone.

Like anyone else in the same situation I turned and started walking(running) away. When all of a sudden there was a sharp pain in my chest. I look down to see the tip of a curved blade piercing my chest. And I couldn’t help but think ‘I caught the reaper on an upswing’.

Once the blade was pulled out I hit the pavement hard. The cat walked over and started lapping up my blood. Then turning to the assailant the cat said.

“See this why they sent me.”

“Shut up!” said the voice.

“Come on, you should have waited for me. Then those other three wouldn’t have…” the cat stopped as something caught his attention.

All the while I could help but notice my pool of blood was so warm. As my body grew colder and colder I could help wishing the warmth from the blood would wash over me. Then the pool began to cool as well. And I knew death.

‘aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!’ it started.
‘it hurts,
stop… it….
…dear god…
stop the pain…’ The only coherent thoughts I could sting together through the pain. Like fire, my skin, tendons, ligaments, everything felt as if it were being stretched and crushed over and over and over again.

“Please help.” were the only words I could otter through the endless pain. But all the black cat and looming person in the black rain coat carrying the scythe replied with were blank emotionless glares.

As the searing white hot pain washed over me, my conscious faded.

When I opened my eyes I could see nothing, and feel nothing. Then without warning something took a sharp bite out of my ‘thing’ and continue to consume it, slowly and painfully. Inch by inch, as I reached to safe and nurse what was left, there was nothing. But slowly and sure it continued, and when the shaft and balls were gone it began to borrow into pelvis. As it did so, it pushed aside my bowels and other organs with excruciating pain. I withered in pain until it subsided, but my relaxation was short lived. Soon after tearing up my lower inners it slithered up to my chest under my skin and forked in two. They past over my ribcage, rubbing unconvertible against my ribs, and started pushing out at my nipples. As they pushed my skin it stretched and stretched. Then with another sharp pain it tore and they burst through.

Suddenly I awoke in a cold sweet. Breathing heavily I got up and went into the bathroom. After I washed my face in the sink, I took a look in the mirror and was shocked. There staring back me was…

The black cats face who said, “hello.”

To which I immediately jumped to strangle and it pulled back. And as it’s head went into the mirror, so did my arms. Out of surprise I let go and pulled them out of the mirror which continued to ripple.

“What the hell are you two doing here?” I asked as I saw the asshole who killed me last time.

Then turning I saw a third stranger who was writing in a strange little book to which I yelled, “And who the hell are you?” As she raised her head I could help but think she was really beautiful.

“Me, I am you?” she replied with a smile.

“What?” I said with a dumbfounded look on my face.

“Ma’am?” said the asshole and the cat coming back out of the mirror.

“I said ‘I am you,’ I was writing my autobiography and I thought it would be best if I wrote it while it’s still fresh. So I came back to the begin.” she or is it I answered.

“But wouldn’t that create a paradox?” I couldn’t help asking.

“You can refer to me as she and you as I, if you like. And as for the paradox do you mean this.” she said as she lifted up a sphere of swirling red and black energy that spiked and smoothed frequently.

“Ma’am that is impressive.” said the cat.

“Thank you, cat-chan. I’ll be referring to you two with nicknames until I (she pointed at me) learn your actual names.” she said. “By the way, Pandora wants you to apologize cat-chan, you’ll know what I’m talking about when I leave to come back here.”

“Ma’am won’t your being here interfere with the timeline we’re establishing which should be the one you came from?” asked the asshole.

“Don’t worry reaper-chan only you three can see me and I won’t interfere but your right I guess I could end up getting myself killed. Oh, well.” she replied.

“But, but, but…” I started.

“Yes, I am a girl.” she cut me off.

“Then the dream…” I started again.

“Yep, exactly.” she replied to my unasked question.

“But, but, but…” I started once more.

“Don’t worry you’ll enjoy it.” she cut me off.

End of chapter 1

How do you like my second attempt at posting a story. Again I apologize for the poor quality of the first attempt. By the way how many thought I was going to go with the clich? of the mirror. And if you haven’t realized the main character is still male in the end of the first chapter, but it is implied there will be some tg later on. Which there will be, if I continue. I do have at least a second chapter planned out. I’m still working on a title.