Chapter 2: That’s all this was? A Whoopsies?
It had started as most stories like this went. A simple accident, a run in with a vehicle, falling off a high location. You know, the classics.
For Caspian, it was a simple accident. He'd been walking home from university past a construction site, and one thing led to another and all he remembered was shouting, but not the pain.
That led him to believe that it was instantaneous. At least he didn't feel any pain, and it wasn't a drawn out death. It was a small comfort to him. And he was sure of an even smaller comfort to his sister.
Fuck. His sister.
His only living blood relative. Outside of the baby that was growing inside of her. He was supposed to be with her during this time. Help her out. Take care of her in the place of her husband who had been called away to fight in a war zone. He'd made a promise to both of them, and he was the one who left them first.
Fuck. He was so angry at himself.
In fact, he had been so angry at himself for getting involved in a stupid accident, that he hadn't noticed even in his death, he was still himself, still had his body, and was...still around?
"Ah. It seems as if you have finally realised something is wrong." A voice spoke. It wasn't quite...male or female. Cass couldn't distinguish anything about it. It just...was a voice. But...where was he?
Why was everything so...dark?
"Where am I?"
"How unoriginal. I expected more from you, Caspian Spencer." A shiver, a warning went down his spine at the way the voice said his name. Like...it was taking it from him. Stealing it.