Remy's Murder

Chapter One - What's Limbo?

I found myself in a black void, it was almost like I was nowhere. I had no idea how Id gotten here. Everything was black, but I could still see the silhouette of a tall guy in front of me. Looking down, my eyebrows knotted together tightly, there was only black below me, was I floating? Zack, The guy in front of me said with a pained look on his pale white face, You need to help me. I turned all my attention to the shadowy haired teenager and scoffed lightly, not meaning to be rude. Help him? I was still trying to figure out where the heck I was. Maybe I was dead? Or somehow in space? I had no idea what was going on, but I looked around once more before replying to this stranger. This guy looked so familiar and I instantly felt depressed about seeing him.

My blue eyes were still adjusting to the darkness as I tried to make out the guys face more clearly but failed. Who are you? Help you with what? My white-blonde hair fell in front of my face as I attempted to walk, looking down at my feet curiously. They didnt move and I scowled quietly to myself. This was probably some weird dream; my brain had always been an overactive one. My parents had always commented on my ever-expanding imagination, that sometimes caused me to get off topic and lose track of time when thinking too hard about something.

The guy, only a few metres away from me, shook his head. His eyes drooped down slightly, and he let out a disappointed sigh, You dont remember me, huh? It was a rhetorical question, but I shook my head as a reply anyway. Its me, Remy. I need you to find out who murdered me or Im going to be stuck in limbo forever, and the beast could come for me anytime now, please, find them and tell the world. As if on cue, a shrill scream erupted from the dark, seemingly empty void. A females voice. Remy visibly jumped, looking in the direction of the sound, petrified. I had a lot of questions, but something told me that Id have to ask them in order of most important because time was running out. I could wake up from this insane dream anytime now.

I dont know anyone called Remy, whats limbo anyways? Remy sucked in a breath and seemed to plead with me to remember using only his eyes and a defeated expression. And you were murdered? I asked in disbelief, Is this some sort of wacked up lucid dream? I murmured the last bit almost to myself, Ive never had one so vivid before. Remy walked towards me, hesitance in his strides and worry on his face. There was also something else written on his facial expression, but I couldnt quite make out what it was.

Zack. A scolding tone was heard from him, We dont have time for this. One of my friends killed me. The guy licked my lips and looked confused and hurt at the thought of one of his friends taking his life.

What makes you think that and how do you even know me? Why cant I remember you? Remy. The name so felt familiar yet, so lost. Lost in the far, far depths of my mind but had not yet been erased all together. Remy. The name made me feel a burst of euphoria. Upon looking at him now and realising he was dead, the euphoria instantly died down. I scowled to myself, aggravated that I couldnt remember, he felt important to me. I was somewhat disappointed in myself at my abrupt loss of memory.

Remy closed the large mass of a gap between us in one swift stride and placed his hands on either one of my shoulders awkwardly, looking like hed wanted to go for a hug but had changed my mind. I dont know how I got lucky enough to connect to someone mortal, but I picked you okay? So, please, Zack, find my killer and set my soul free, Im counting on you. I assume it was one of my friends because I was a part of the Midnight Club with them and thats where I was murdered. Weuhwe have a bad past and they were mad with me.

God, I brushed my hand through my ruffled light hair and let out a breath, Some friends you have. He chuckled lightly. Okay, I dont remember who you are to me but apparently youre important to me. Remy smiled at that brightly, then dropped it from my face just as quickly as if remembering something upsetting. So, Ill find out who your killer was, I promise. I felt an unexpected heaviness in my chest and groaned loudly. The pain seeming to expand further. Great.

Thank you, Zack. That pressure in your chest by the way, is the weight of your promise. You have my soul in your hands. If the soul-eater comes for me, youll feel it. But before you wake up, remember, no one in The Midnight Club is innocent, we all had our secrets, and most would go to the grave for them.

What? The heaviness in my chest started to overwhelm my whole body until I could hardly get a word out anymore. The void around me got bright as it filled with white light, Remys last words faded and lost in the background of it. The light got brighter and brighter until all was white, and my eyes stung from the glare, heavy breaths coming out of my mouth.