Description: A young law student finds the ultamite loophole in life, death.
A Higher Anarchy: Chapter 1
Everyday there are over 150,000 people whose lives are ended every day. All kinds of people suffer death; drug abusers, murders, and even children. No one can escape the inevitable circle of life that is our daily lives... except me. My name is Damion Flecher, and I am 23 years old. I attend Barwood University of Law. I spend all my time, in and out of my courses, finding loopholes. Today I found a loophole, or glitch if you will. Today, I found a way to “cross over” to the other side. “Shut up!, your lying.” is what your probably thinking, or at least what a sane person would think. No, you are a person who's religious beliefs are nothing but a cheap label you wear to fit in. Your curious are you not? Well I guess that if I must tell this story that I shall tell it the right way.
It all started on... June 15th... I think? I apologize, my memory has been hazy lately. Like I was saying, it was June 15th and my cell phone was ringing non stop for a minute or less. I grudgingly lifted my arm as I out stretched for the phone. “Hello?”, I said with an annoyed tone. “Hey bro, get ready, there's a concert at the pavilion, and I got four tickets.” “Randy, why the hell would I go to some concert with you this late at night?”, I replied. “Don't forget, you owe me for that Stephani chick I hooked you up with.” I slowly raised my head and yawned, “OK, you've got me there, who else is coming?” “Oh, just Ge-O.” I must apologize again, Ge-O's real name is George Jorgenson... funny right? “Oh yah, and Tiff too.” I remember that he put extra emphasis on “Tiff”. Tiffany, a.k.a Tiff, was Ge-O's sister, and she was attending school with us for a few weeks while she waited to transfer. I then hopped to my closet as I was trying to change my boxers. I couldn't really understand what he was saying as I had dropped my cell phone in the shirt I was currently trying to put on. It was an old shirt I got at the last concert I went to... good times. “So you need me to pick you up, or are you good to drive?”, he asked as I made my way to my key box. “No... I can drive. I'll meet you there alright.” “Cool see you there.”
The breeze was brisk. It felt good as the winds slidded down the back of my neck. I packed my phone and my iPod into the bottom of my tight jeans, apparently my roommate didn't do laundry. As I step carefully down the steps. I was not sure if the steps were wet, it was so dark I wouldn't see a polar bear with a flashlight. The key slid into the door lock of my 2006 Ford Mustang... god I loved that car. The door opened just as smooth as when I bought it two years ago, right off the lot. The leather was warn out in some places though, lots of good memories there too. As I inserted the key into the ignition and turned the key, I heard the one noise I didn't need to hear. NUN NUN NUN NUN NUN....NUN NUN NUN NUN NUN. “You better not do this to me you son of a...” NUN NUN NUN NUN... NUN NUH NUH NUN. “Come on!” I shouted at my reflection of the mirrors. “I swear, I'm not letting ANYONE use my car again!” See, I had let my roommate borrow the Mustang the day before to impress some girl. Bad mistake on my part. As I tried to cool off, my cell phone started to ring. “Hello?”, I asked. “Hey Dame, where are you?” Tiff... great timing I thought. “I'm home, damn car won't start, could I get a ride?” “Turn around.”, and as she said this, I turned to see she was in my drive way. Wow, really great timing.
I stepped out of the vehicle and locked the door. She had already hung up by now, but my phone was still on. “You can hang up now!”, she yelled out of her window. I walked to the passenger side of her Ford F150 truck. She opened the door for me. “Thanks.”, I replied. Her long red hair was even more luxurious than usually. It eyes were even bluer. Is this really her? “Hurry up, we can't be late for this.” “Why is this concert so important?”, I asked so curiously. “Because tonight, were gonna die!”
To be continued.