"I hate this fuckin' job!"
Allen yelled while hurling the glass cup holding some wine in it onto the walls of his living room, which utterly smashed it into different pieces as wine remnants stained the paint.
Right there on the tv screen was news being given by a BNN news reporter and on its title below, it said
"RAPE CHARGES DROPPED AGAINST SEN. KERRY MARROW"
That very title on the screen was the reason for Allen's frustration that afternoon.
Because the real truth was this; that Senator really did rape that woman.
And Allen knew because he was part of the team of lawyers that got the court to drop the rape charges against the senator. In fact he wasn't just part of the team, he was the Lead Counsel for Kerry Marrow in that case.
Allen's conscience killed him as he played back the memory of him standing before that judge and arguing in favor of a very terrible man.
He yelled "Fuck!" while remembering the face of the victim who cried hot tears as she watched justice be denied her.
Allen had earlier tried to justify it with the fact that he would have been sacked from his firm if he refused to do this case.
Matter of fact, the law firm's CEO, Mr. Jack had told him specifically that he would lose his job if he didn't man up and pick the case up.
And that would mean; No More $150,000 monthly salary, excluding the bonuses that still came in a few thousand dollars here and there.
Which also meant bye bye to that black Ferari packed outside the garage and the multiple women that had sat in front seat.
But most importantly, this also meant his family which he was sole provider for would begin to lack the amenities he made sure they didn't since the passing of his father four years ago.
However, all these didn't feel like justification enough at this moment. He couldn't even look himself in the mirror anymore.
"You're the worst type of shit Allen!, fuck!"
He said to himself then banged the table in annoyance. He was quiet for a few more minutes then said to himself.
"Nahh Allen, you gotta make this right. Fuck you Jack!…" he took the keys to the Ferrari and was just about to step out of his house when suddenly the front doors were forced open.
And three men in ski masks, more times his height and size walked in like they owned the place.
"What the hell?!" Allen exclaimed, but frankly at that point so much panic had set into him and he instinctively started pacing backwards.
"Who are you people? What are you doing in my house?"
His questions got no replies, instead…
The able bodied men in black sweats and masks spaced out and kept approaching him from different angles. Then the one in the middle pulled out a gun.
Allen's eyes widened in shock as he realized he was either going to get robbed or killed or both. He kept pacing backwards till his back was forced onto the wall. "Shit" he whispered.
The man with the gun pointed it towards Allen who immediately started saying, "if it's money, I have money I can give, please don't just shoot me… please"
It was then that the man with the gun pulled his mask away, which made Allen blink twice in surprise.
"Dean?" Allen whispered. "Was he not supposed to be out of town?" Dean was the Rape Victim's elder brother.
The frown on dean's face turned into a devious smirk as he said whilst gesturing with the gun. "You see since the start of this case, I always knew you corrupts cunts were going to fuck with the justice system so I started planning my own justice"
"I dug and I found out all about you. Where you live, who are your family are and I know in about thirty minutes your mom and both your sisters are gon walk right through that door…"
"How did you…" Allen said in more panic as he listened, which made Dean laugh even more.
"I'm gon tell you this. This is the end of your family's line man. I'll start with you first, then when your family returns, they too will join you"
Dean cocks the pistol and that clicking sound sends more terror into Allen's spine. "Please don't do this" he begged.
Allen gazed moved towards the security cam at the corner of the room, as though making sure it was getting all of these.
He knew deep down, that his end was here already and wanted to make sure that Dean wouldn't get away with this.
Dean noticed his eyes move up, scoffed and added mockingly. "Oh you didn't think I knew you had cameras set up everywhere? Don't you worry, by the time any of that gets out, I'll be long out of these states. You're not the first person i've killed man"
"Oh no.." Allen whispered and unfortunately those became his final words as Dean pulled the trigger, releasing a bullet that went through his head.
Allen's eyes remained widened and blank as blood from his head splattered across the walls behind him. Slowly, he fell lifeless to the ground.
Dean shot at his body again, and one more time. As if he was trying to make sure Allen was going to stay dead for real.
"In your next life, don't defend a corrupt mothafucka!"
Allen's lifeless body lay there infront of his and his eyes were still opened and staring at the ceiling blankly. There were drying tears on both eyes, as they had rolled down just before he was shot.
—-
Allen's spirit suddenly jolted awake in what could only be described as the world's most disappointing waiting room.
No pearly gates, no tunnel of light, just… nothing. Literally nothing.
"FUCK!" he screamed, the moment he woke, with his voice echoing in the nothingness.
Allen had just realized that he was dead
He floated there for a moment, looking around at absolutely nothing to look at.
"You know what? Perhaps I deserved it," he muttered, scratching his non-corporeal head.
"Good way for Mother Nature to offer karma right on the spot." He let out a bitter laugh. "Fuck you, Senator Marrow. I hope you actually don't get away with this shit."
Then his eyes widened as Dean's words replayed in his mind. "In about thirty minutes your mom and both your sisters are gon walk right through that door…"
"Oh shit. Oh SHIT. Mom! Julie! Joan!" Allen's panic ramped up immediately. "No no no no, they can't actually…"
But before he could finish that thought, he felt it. A pull. Like someone had tied a fishing line to his soul and yanked it HARD.
"WHOA WHOA WHOA WAIT WHAT THE FU…"
The void stretched and warped around him like he'd been sucked into a cosmic vacuum cleaner.
Stars, galaxies, entire nebulas blurred past him at speeds that would make NASA engineers weep. One second he was in the nothing void, the next he was crossing what felt like half the universe in the span of a sneeze.
THUMP.
Allen's spirit-body landed face-first on what appeared to be a marble floor that sparkled like it had been polished with stardust.
"Ow," he groaned, even though technically he probably couldn't feel pain anymore. Old habits die hard. Or in his case, old habits die with you.
He lifted his head and his jaw immediately dropped so hard. "What in the actual…"
The place looked like someone had taken a planetarium, a throne room, and a really expensive nightclub, then thrown them all in a blender.
Floating planets drifted around the space like disco balls. Stars twinkled across every surface, and were in the walls, the floor, and even floating freely in the air like the world's most extra fairy lights.
And there, in the center of it all, was a single sofa. It wasn't the most stylish and the legs supporting the sofa were weird-looking. The looked like they slanted to the side.
But Allen barely noticed the sofa. His eyes were starring hard at the being standing close to the sofa. Or rather, the being's back, since whoever it was had their back turned to Allen.
The figure's body seemed to contain entire constellations, like actual stars moved across their skin. It was beautiful and terrifying and made Allen feel like he was tripping on something really good.
Floating by the sides of this being were two tiny women. They had also tiny angel wings, the kind you'd see in anime, fluttering gently behind them.
But instead of flowing robes or holy vestments, they wore… maid outfits? Like, actual French maid costumes, complete with frilly aprons and everything.
Allen had to blink several times to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Which was ironic since he was dead and literally anything was possible at this point.
The being seemed to be having an inaudible conversation with the two angel maids. Allen could see their lips moving, see the gestures, but couldn't hear a single word.
He stood there awkwardly, and after about thirty seconds of being ignored, he cleared his throat.
"Uh… excuse me?" he called out. "Where am I?"
The being raised one hand up without turning around. As if telling him, "Hold on, I'll be right there with you."
"Are you… are you seriously telling me to WAIT?" Allen said.
The hand remained up as the conversation with the angel maids continued.
Allen's eye twitched. Then he sighed and crossed his arms while tapping his foot impatiently.'
A while after that, the being finally turned around with a grin on his face. He had glasses on and a blonde hair, looking pretty human for someone who obviously had to really be powerful to have all of these cosmic effects around him.
He sat on the sofa, and crossed his leg over the other. The two angel maids alsl floated gracefully to the sides of the throne.
One of the angel maids, the one on the left with silver hair, waved her hand and a translucent magical tablet materialized out of thin air.
She held and scrolled through it with one finger, then raised her head and glanced at Allen, then back at the tablet like she was confirming his mugshot.
"My Lord," she said in a voice that was way too cheerful, "this is candidate 1,097,580."
"Candidate?" Allen repeated. "Candidate for what? What is this, American Idol: Afterlife Edition?"
The being leaned forward on the throne, resting their chin on one hand, still grinning that unsettling grin.
Then he said,
"Welcome, to the Throne of Reincarnation."