Random short stories

How Many Lives Are Left?

((WIP))

The days slowly started to get shorter, day by day. Fall was here and the cold wind rushed past my ears. Pulling up my hood I continue down the path that ran down the middle of the park.

"How many lives are left?" I heard someone talking with their friend as I passed

'How many lives are left?' I questioned, continuing on my path.

As a reached the end of my journey to the end of the park where my apartment was I heard the Bang and Ring of a gun shot and suddenly I was lying on the ground.

"They have found me," I mumbled as blood pooled around my limp, almost dead body. "I told you you'd never take me alive," I was able to say as my attacker approached me. With one last bang to the head I slipped into the dark, the last thing I could hear was, "At least I got you. Now I've just got to keep getting you until you run out of lives."

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They say in Hinduism that if you live a successful life you will get to be in a better position in life, until finally you reach enlightenment and become one with the universe. But how many lives will it take to get there? I guess it depends if you've lived successful lives or not, right?

My attackers think that I haven't. They also think that if I live unsucessful lives long enough I will get sent down to the depths of hell. I don't believe that however, because I am a Hindu, I've been born a Hindu all of my many lives. I don't know how they can think that, but then again they are part of ISIS so they probably don't give a crap.

I'm pretty sure I've lived this life really successfully, probably not in the Hindu culture however. I've killed so many people. Not innocent people of course. Just the evil ISIS ones and any other jerk that wants to mess with me and my people of this world. Or just about anyone. If they are a jerk they die. That's probably why I've died so many times. How many exactly. Well my first life started way back in 2000, but I didn't start fighting these jerks until 2015 when I was 14. Yes I did say 14. I actually lived in Paris at the time. It was my 15th birthday when ISIS attacked. Bombs when off everywhere. I was close enough to one of the bombs during a football, excuse me, soccer match that I died on impact.

My death never hurt. It never hurts. But moving on I've died pretty young most of my lives. The oldest I've lived is 50, and that was a good year. Anyways, I think I've lived 58 lives in total. I'm surprised I still remember almost all of the ways I died and how old I was. I won't ramble on more about that though.

Back to the beginning of my story. I just died, so let's skip a few years into the future.

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"Happy Birthday!" My parents sang happily as I blew out the candles on my cake. It was a good day. Even if I've had the exact same birthday all 58 lives. I never let anyone besides my parents come to my birthday. I didn't want to be close to my family because they would just grive my lost even more when I died in a few years, and I didn't have any friends for the same reason. I had friends and family the first five lives, but I knew it was too hard for them when I died, so I just quite. My parents worry, but I don't care I'm probably going to die in a few years anyways since that seems to be my fait.

After a slice of cake I leave the house and head to the airport. My parents thought I was visiting my friend who had the same birthday as me, but in reality I was on my way to South America. Why? You might ask. Well because that is where ISIS is now. They've taken over the entire continent of South america, or known today as South South ISIS, or SSISIS for short. I know a lot of s's but that's what the world calls them. ISIS want's to be called International Islamic State of the World (IISW). No one actually calls them that thought, besides when their war slaves come to visit the countries to keep them in check.

That's actually how I died a couple lives ago. I called them 'sis is' (that's how you pronounce SSISIS) in front a crowd of the war slaves. There is actually a recording of me saying it and the gun shots going off. I was shot 100 times. No joke. And it was all at once. Not a single shot missed.

I laugh out loud. What a good time that was!

Hailing a taxi I head the the airport to board my plane and get to SSISIS so I can go kill some people, stow away in one of their air ships, and fly around the world. I at least wanted to do something fun in this life.