Chapter 2: Chapter Two: The First Death

The fateful day, 2022

{Erika uses her dagger and throws it at the opponent, aiming precisely for their neck}

{David with higher agility stats than Erika, can see the dagger and not suffering from any disadvantage quickly lunges to the side to dodge, then charges forward to deliver the punch to her jaw}

[Hey, you can’t do that, only one action per turn, dodging is one, charging and punching could be in one but that’s still two, delete the above message and retry, get good]

Under the view of moonlight, when I am free from the classroom burdens, I can sit back, relax and read through the messages of my group, a text Roleplaying group where the limit is our imagination and respect.

I've been a part of this community for years on end, there are many groups, plots and combat scenarios people set up. Not much happened that day, two newbies were practicing combat with their original characters; named Erika and David.

But if I was being real, all of us just choose an anime picture off of the internet, slam a name, power kit and personality for the character, claiming it to be our “original character” to quickly start playing, which might get us canceled if spoken out loud enough, be nice here, not everyone’s an artist.

"Huh… I need to clean my computer."

Seeing the hardware is getting full, I gave my PC a gentle pat on its top and silently be thankful for all the trouble it went through; all that essays, lesson plan, pornographies, pictures I downloaded have to go for the better.

I put down my glasses as my eyes were fixed on the only active light source in the room, scrolling through the computer disks I exhaled a puff of smoke, reminiscences of all the memories from the groups handmade memes, scribbles and stupid moments.

“Project… Alpha, huh.”

Something at the bottom of the folder caught my attention. A docx file, containing the simple plot of a story yet to unfold, I must have written this in five minutes at most.

The plot revolved around the threat of an alien invasion, taking place in 2050. A team of specialized superhumans, enhanced by suspicious alien technologies are gathered to stay at a government facility in nemo point and train, preparing themselves to be Earth’s defense.

“The hell… click click… is a nemo point?”

“The location in the ocean furthest away from land. Often uses by space stations to dump their junks.”’

I must not think that through, about how to build and study in a facility when heavy metallic objects, maybe even feces are falling directly above you.

‘A team of specialized superhumans’ are not mentioned any further, since those spots are filled in by the players, they will create characters for themselves to emerge in that role, and someone; most likely the person who wrote the plot got to manage, run and look over the story.

After deleting that story alongside many others unused crap, I stood up to get out of my bedroom for once, just cause sitting too long reminds me of work. I’m feeling like getting a snack at night, so I will.

“The gas bill this month is very absurd.” 

The first thing I saw was my living room table, a stack of ungraded works and stupid bills, with six weird colored cosmic looking stones as weights. I turned towards the kitchen and noticed some leftover ramen from the weird Mongolian recipe that I did not enjoy, ah crab sticks, I am noticing random stuff again.

“What’s that smell by the way?”

A smell of terribility hit my nostrils, was it… old fish? Rotten eggs? As I wondered; I started to investigate starting from the fridge, yet the lights inside were broken for some reason. Without my glasses on either for a good enough look, I reached out for the ceiling’s light switch and flipped it on.

“NO!! Get ofF% of Me! It bUrns!#$ It hurts, ARH!”

Next millisecond in my awareness, a loud fiery bang occurred in the kitchen; I had not blinked when my body was set ablaze by hellfire, the walls crackled as everything fell apart, screamings of the neighboring residents getting their kids ached my burning heart. I felt my skin melting and tears drools from my forehead to back, shredding through my flesh and bones transpired another small combustion devouring what’s left of once my body.

The explosion caused the loss of a twenty six years old high school teacher, and injuries of many others.

…

05:59:50

I woke up in tears, bathed in sweats as my flight instinct crawled me back into the safety of my blanket in the corner of the bed. Yet this was not my blanket; nor my bed and my room.

Getting no grasp of reality, I shivered into a ball, covering up my hiccups as something was trying to get out of my body, it was emotions. Dread and anger, fear and sadness came pouring out of my nose and eyes in forms of bodily fluids, my heart was beating to the continuous flow of the air; I cried my heart out as I held myself, being an insignificant being, confused and afraid, the proud loud me of minutes ago was gone, as if my skin was still breaking apart and my lungs kept breathing in fire, it took too long to keep myself still.

I blearily looked at the room from under the safeness of my blanket, it reminds me of a dormitory room — rectangular, just big enough to take a few steps towards a big door in front, the shadow of a wardrobe somewhere under my feet in the corner could be seen, and on my right; the other corner was a table, the only thing visible was red lights reading the time from a fashionable table clock.

January 1st, 2050 | 06:07:23

Religious texts and scientific research did not tell me, burning would get me 28 years into the future with the memories of my death in mind. 

I continued back to lay in my own puddle of tears and sweat, maybe until I'm hungry or dehydrated. I just wish the sun would not ignite my soul again.

The clock reads 06:59:50. It was half an hour ago when I came to terms with the fact that it is just too hard for me to get comfortable again, facing the wall I hugged myself so tight, I can feel my mind duct taping itself together.

“Reenggggg”

“Hah?” I jumped to sit up at the loud sound, widened my eyes at the table clock again, right when it hit seven in the morning, a ring echoed along with some built-in speakers as a male voice could be heard.

“Morning roll call! All students assemble down at the yard in five minutes.”

The message could only be heard once, but the ring kept abusing its loud power, having me manually tap on the clock to stop.

“Am I a student? I don’t feel… any younger.”

Nothing makes sense as I tried the bathroom mirror again; it is still me, as far as I remembered: The twenty-six year old civics teacher from Canada.

It took more than expected for me to finish the simplest task of basic morning hygiene. I then went to cover my body with anything I could find in the wardrobe — it seems like the thing was waiting for me, to the hanging left are casual shirts with soft trousers, and to the right were my work fits; short sleeves button-ups, dark blazers and light heavier trousers. Also long skirts, why must? I don't know how to deal with them, never think I look good in them. 

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With a pair of glasses I found in the drawer, as I covered my eyes and got the courage to open the door.

“Gosh ah! Who in the world is senseless enough to-”

To build a door facing East I tried to say, the sun was right there, in front of the door, blinding me immediately.

The next thing which hit me was fresh air, is this the smell of sea? It is refreshing, one good pat on the shoulder eases me down again and I walk forward to rest on some railings. It was indeed a school setting, I looked to my left and right to see a couple of other locked rooms and a flight of stairs downwards.

“...Second floor.”

I reach my head over the railing to look top and bottom, estimating this is the second floor of a two story dormitory building. In front of the dorm was a big yard which reminds me of my school; there are three other buildings surrounding it and they are not really that tall either, one or two stories.

But under the school yard were people, all wearing stylish dark green uniforms. I do not know if I need or have one, in dazed I make my way down there, still in my casual clothing to have a look.

“School without coffee… This is torturous.”

I approached the crowd to look — roughly ten young men and women in the mentioned uniform, forming two straight lines as a taller man, late twenties, couldn’t be five years older than me in black suits faced them; arms crossed behind whilst talking.

“And that’s all you need to know, remember, here is your life now.” 

He turned over as he noticed my presence, a pause occurred, leaving time for the group of; seemingly “students” to look me up and down too.

I considered myself to be average and above in terms of height, barely 5’7. That’s the only reason why my style of clothing worked, but then that only added to the awkwardness in this situation when I’m not exactly “cute” to be dressed in such casual, informal clothes around suits and uniforms.

“Miss Thuong, you made it. My name is Kai.” The man in the black suit did not seem to mind and reached his hand out, instinctively I reached back to him for a friendly shake before he turned to the group again. “This is your civics education and team bonding teacher, her name is Thuong. That’s T-H-U-O-N-G.”

“Eh~ What happened to you, miss. Did you have a nightmare or something?”

“AH!”

Shivers sent down my spines, I turned around and fell rear-first to the ground as a blonde man appeared behind me, wiping a sweat off of my nape. He’s wearing a uniform like the group that was lining up, taking a better look now, there’s actually one less person, did he just teleport?

“Bang”

A gunshot resounded right on top of where I fell as the man in charge; Kai with a pistol in hand delivered a shot straight to the mentioned man’s forehead, killing him instantly.

I froze in place, inching ever so slightly away, eyes widened yet blurry, gasping for air, shaking off his blood on my clothes as Kai casually pulled out a piece of paper, looked at it and asked.

“Anyone by the name of ‘Freund’ present?”

“I’m here, teach!” 

A girl with short white hair; wireless headphones in both ears walked up to put her hand on top of the blonde man. Suddenly the bullet wound on his forehead healed up and he opened his eyes again.

“You must be Adam, this is no place of joking around, one more misbehaviour and you are out.”

Adam, fully recovered from the shot, made it seem like a Friday thing as he stood up, pouted and walked back in line with the girl called Freund, not before she helped me get up with a smile.

“As I mentioned before, your superpowers, given and enhanced by the government, will not be used in such manners as Adam there, and will be monitored by a small debut fight today.”

On purpose or not, Kai stood close to me as if to stop anyone from trying anything again, I dare not look at anyone, completely flabbergasted, confused and scared, but looking to the ground was not helping with my clothes stained red with a smell.

One thing though…

“2050… Superhumans… School facility.” I looked over at Kai, the one in charge, whom Freund also called teach. 

“Where are we… sir?” I asked.

“Call me Kai.” He answered. “Pacific Ocean, Nemo point.”

“...?” I was speechless.

Project Alpha?

I stood there for a while, hands on my face, squatting down in disbelief, on the verge of breaking down in insanity again. I can hear Kai's orders for a debut fight which has begun, no one bothered to check on me, which was a good thing I supposed.

I stood next to Kai as the fight began, it was between the blonde man from before; Adam and another man in black hair in a sword fight.

I don’t have the mind to focus on the battle as Adam teleported around, doing extremely quick slashes and unreasonable dodges, while the other man put up a good fight, not showing any significant unnatural power.

They lunged backwards from each other for a breather, before charging forward at the same time; clashing swords.

A piece of metal flew from their sword and hit my forehead, killing me instantly.

…

05:59:50 | January 1st, 2050

I woke up in tears, bathed in sweats as my flight instinct crawled me back into the safety of my blanket in the corner of the bed. Yet this was not my blanket; nor my bed and my room.

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