I think God hates me...

Chapter II: What the...

Darkness

The only thing John saw, was darkness.

Am I dead? If so, where the hell am-

Pain. Lots of pain.

OH HELL IT HURTS!!!

John felt like he had a head-on collision with a train.

Oh God... What the hell is going on? Where, in the name of Christ Saint, am I? What the-

Then he realized. His mind, as always quick to react, was processing information faster than he wished to. If he felt the pain, he was alive. If he was alive, then...

Ok, what is happening? John, gather yourself. Think. The last thing you remember... I was walking down the street... Red light... Oh, right. The truck. About 5 centimeters from me. Then? Darkness. Ok, if I were on the street, and this damn car hit me, there surely was a call for an ambulance. But I don't hear anything. Or see anything, in fact. Why can't I--

He though for a moment, and the realization hit him like that truck.

Open your eyes to see, you dumb idiot -he heard the familiar, sarcastic voice.

Oh, shut up, Jack, I know that I can't see with my eyes closed.

So...

Alright, alright. Jeez...

There he was. Jack. An inextricable compan of John. Literally. John had a second personality, who was always with him to talk with him and help him solve bigger problems. It was helping him, or rather them all. Jack was the same John was, but he was a little bit more... Frantic. He had crazy ideas, but sometimes John did't have an option but to listen to him. He was a little non- existing friend of John, and his ideas always worked- surplisingly.

Ok, let's see wher am I-

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-What the...?

Trees? I was on the street, so how...?

Wow. That truck hit you so hard that you landed thirty kilometers from where you where standing, or you must be seeing things. Tell me, do you do drugs?

-What?! Are you kidding? if I were high, you would too be... You know.

High as fuck?

-Yeah. High as fuck.

So, tell me Johny boy, where are we?

-Do I look like someone that knows where are we?

Damn... Ok, let's see... What do we have?

-Hm... I have my phone... Where is my... There it is! My walking stick! Ok, phone, walking stick, home keys. a hanky, headphones...

Maybe we threw it all and listen to some good music?

-No, I don't think it will work. Maybe later.

Ok, if you say so...

-...A chewing gum and my wallet. That's it.

Ok, get your walking stick and search around. We should be near a rode or something.

-Good idea. I'm on my way.

He grabbed his walking stick and start going foward. But something troubeld him. Something wasn't alright.

-Jack?

Hm?

-I think something's wrong. I don't know why, but I feel... Different.

Hm... I don't see any changes... WHAIT!

-What?

Your leg!

-What's with my-

Then it hit him. Jack was right. His leg. He felt no pain as he walked.

-Christ, my leg! MY LEG! After so many years, I don't feel pain! Oh yeah, aha, who is the best? -As he danced, he felt happier then he was on his last birthday party, where was only him, Sam and a bottle of red Jonny Walker (Jack was there, too, of course).

Ok, if you finished this show, shall we keep going on?

-Yeah, yeah, whatever- he replited.

Six boring hours later

John was stil walking forward in search of a road or some civilization or at least a sighn of it. After a long walk his legs were so tired that they didn't want to cooperate.

-Man, I'm hungry. I would give my finger for a restaurant ro something

A restaurant in a forest, you say. Good idea. Perfect location, lots of clients...

-Oh, shut up. I'm just saying that I would like to eat something.

So? You know the basics. Search for some strawberries or somethink like that.

-Not a bad idea. Let's see...

And after ten minutes or so, he had some srawberries in his stomah and a fiew more in his hands.

-That wasn't a bad idea with these fruits. Thanks Jack, I owe you one.

Not one, and not two, if I can remind the many fiew timas I saved your ass.

-Ok, ok, I get it, you selfish bastard. Still, thanks.

No problem. Now, keep going. We still need to know where are we, and we need a place to stay the night. It's getting late.

-Yeah, I think you are right agai- LOOK!

Wha-

As he stared, he started to run. There it was. The awaited salvation.

It's a castle!

-Yeah, maybe there's someone there!

As he keep running, he could take a better look at it. This castle was pretty big, had some towers, was build from stone, and... Was abandoned.

Whait... It's an abandoned castle! God damn it!

-Hey, but it's a building, so we must be near a civilization or something!

Right! Ok, search the castle. If it's save, we will stay the night there.

-And if not?

Then it's your problem.

-Oh shut up.- said John and walked to the front door.

The doors was pretty big, as was the castle. When he pushed the doors, they creaked louldly.

No one was here for years, maybe thousands of years.

-It can't be that old, you know?

But it still can.

-Ok, that's the main hall. There is a wall, and there is the next door.

Search the next door, maybe there is something behind it.

-Good idea.

When John walked up to the door and pushed it. Nothing.

-It's an empty room. No furniture, nothing.

Ok, maybe you should take a rest, it's getting late.

-Yeah, I thing a good night's sleep would be great after a day of walking. I'll rest here.

Ok, goodnight John.

-Same to you Jack.

And with that, the madman named John and his second personality Jack fell asleep. Only if they knew where they were and what did they going to get themselfs into...