Chapter 5: ch. 5 I'm feeling good...
It's a long hair, shimmering red head, younger version of Brad Pitt! The irises are a bit of gray hue with a clear crystal like shine that can be perceived if you look long enough.
As I analyze the frame of the body, I'm pretty sure I resemble the actor around the time the movie Fight Club was made.
Lifting my shirt a bit looking in a mirror 'Brad Pitt' doing the same, I saw his abs and that V thing on the side.
*click* I turned around and saw emo girl was taking a picture and rapidly typing while mumbling, ".....smash or pass?."
Death guy splash me a cold truth, "This is just the possible appearance, dude. Dictated by Dora's blood and her husband's feature. Whether you end up with the same specs will be up to your effort."
Nodding, understanding his logic. 'No pain, no gain'.
I looked at grandma again and asked," Did grandpa had red hair like this?"
Dora nodded and said, " He is Mars, dear. That's his signature trait. Good thing I just added a bit of his features and not his blood. Or else, I'm afraid you'll turn into a rage induced muscle head that's always swinging anything he can hold. But enough about him, what name will you be using?"
'Oh yeah, a name! I'll use my origin--….????…. What's my name again?' …! ?!… I can't remember...
Panicking, I then looked at the Death guy.
He calmly explained, "Don't panic. We removed some of your memories regarding your former self, including your family's and friends'. Furthermore, any info regarding your last life, just those around your circle. You still remember you had an old life, an old family, friends. That don't apply to people you haven't interacted with, examples are famous people and possible events and popular culture. You just can't put a name on a face or the places you had or been. We're just blocking any potential possibilities of you looking for 'yourself' in the world you are going to."
Hearing that, I tried to calm myself.
I feel Dora squeezing my shoulder and giving me a reassuring smile. I took a deep breath and nodded," Ok, I understand."
And then I remember I haven't chosen a name yet.
I started mumbling some name, remembering some of the characters I liked from TV. "... Sheldon, Leonard, Howard, Raj... No, they don't fit with that face in the mirror…. Can't use Asian name for obvious reasons… … My last name would be Witcherly.. How about Ted… No.. Barney…no… "
Then I looked at that shimmering red hair and then at Dora and made the decision.
"Marshall, will be my new name". I said with a smile.
Dora clap, and a scent of burnt wood drift around me. A name appeared on the adoption paper. Written in gold and red ink.
MARSHALL ULTOR WITCHERLY
Birthday: April 4, 1980
Gender:Male
Race: High Human/ diluted Elder's bloodline.
Gifts: Angel's Tongue, Eyes of Siri, Beast Space with Spring of Purity
Anchor: Prophecy of the Boy-Who-Lived
Guardian: Dora Witcherly/ Zephaniah
Titles: The Witch of Endor,
Guardian Seer
Warden of the 'The Agency'
I smile looking at it but pondered about some new information written. Dora pat my arm pointing at the elevator. I guess it is time to get a movin'.
I looked back at Death guy and EMO girl. Nodding and said, " Thank you". I'm feeling a liitle teary-eyed. I can finally say to myself '...#BLESSED'.
I turn around, walk into the elevator while playing Michael Bublé song in my head...
🎵 🎶 🎵
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good
🎵 🎶 🎵 🎶
The elevator door closed. *DING!* It disappeared.
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Death guy turned around to EMO girl. Then he said, " Are you happy now, Young Miss?"
EMO girl nodded and said, "With this, my conscience is guilt free. I paid the debt I had with his ancestor as his last living descendant."
She breathe a sigh of relief and then chuckle, "Fools tend to be lucky occasionally."
Death guy smile then bow to the girl. He asked, " Will there be anything else, Young Miss?".
She waved him off and said, " None. You can go back to the front desk. Thanks".
He disappeared.
Emo girl looked at her phone at a picture of a bloody guy lifting his shirt, showing a flabby belly at a mirror. His reflection of Brad Pitt doing the same but with fit abs. Both showing a stupid grin.
She chuckles," Fool indeed ". Then she vanished.
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