Page Eight: Self
He never wrote murder mysteries
again, nor war dramas or tragedies of the end. Now he only wrote
romances, for no characters ever needed to die in these.
Although his novels never reached number one again, always
lingering around number five or six in the top-sellers. People
just weren’t romantic anymore.
He
didn’t finish college, giving it up once again to create the
worlds of his daydreams. He did finish the untitled though, his
last number one in the charts, giving his character’s shell to
another soul, someone else whose spirit still hasn’t found rest.
The untitled ended with Kara White revealing to Gon Guree her
love for him, and of Gon confessing his own too. Thanks to this,
Guree went back to being a writer again, and a happy ending
ended the whole novel.
The
police matched Rex’s fingerprints and DNA to the ones found in
Danny’s apartment. Yet, because his fingerprints, or the ones
belonging to Lynn, didn’t match to anyone in their databases.
They soon shelved the case into the unsolved section of their
files. Gon was free from their investigations after six months
of suspicion.
Why didn’t Nate blame my God instead of me for his death?
These words always came to Gon’s mind every time he passed a
church, or people preaching about God and Jesus on the
garage-filled sidewalks. For it was my God who killed him, my
God who made the decision and choice. Why was I the one who was
blamed for his death? It’s not like I chose to live, or to have
the life that I have, for isn’t everything scripted? Isn’t
everything controlled by God?
Gon never used to think of God before Rex, for if
God existed, why did every bad always happened to good people?
Why were people killed without a second thought, regardless of
the things they did? Weren’t God supposed to be benevolent? The
goodness on the evil world of mankind?
Now
Gon believed in God, for Rex had showed him the truth, Rex had
pulled out that knowledge out of him. God did create this world.
God did create him. Yet God gave no care for anything else in
the Universe. God, like everyone else in the world, only cared
about the center of the Universe, only cared about the star of
the show, not the sidekicks. God was a hypocrite, just like
every human being.
God
wasn’t anything that the world believed Him to be. He wasn’t
anything that you ever knew in your life. God is not known, and
His true self is hidden. The characters can’t see the author of
the story, unless the author revealed himself to the characters.
Gon was now
thirty-three, as he did his speeches in colleges again, a
promotion for his newest novel on sale. He had decided to stay
an extra day at the first college he spoke at. Reynold
University had a beautiful scenery, all the different sites he
could check out during the day in the peaceful city of
Summerfield, and the fair that the college was giving the next
day. It was a small fair, compared to other fairs he had seen on
the state of Washington. This fair only filled a small space in
the parks the college had. Gon didn’t care, he just wanted to
visit it for the nostalgia and past memories.
The
fair didn’t contain anything interesting, just the same old
clubs promoting, trying to trap innocent bystanders into
becoming their new members.
“Hey, mister, you look confused.”
Gon
quickly turned around when he heard that, the voice containing
some familiar qualities to it. And as he turned, he saw it. The
same old small stand, the handmade sign hanging on the front of
the stand. “Wizard Ken Kuroimahou: He can give you the future
you want”.
Gon
felt mesmerized when he saw that sign, and he couldn’t think of
anything else as he saw the same man, the same coned hat
sprinkled with stars, dark blue cape hanging onto his thin neck.
“Hi,” was all that he could think of to say, as he approached
the stand, not even knowing why.
“Today’s your lucky day, sir,” the man replied, in the same
confident voice that he had spoken with Gon a few years back, in
another small University fair that Gon remembered so well, when
he had first met him. “Your God has given you a chance to choose
your fate, by just choosing the future that you want.” The
wizard pulled out his deck of picture cards again, shuffling
them with ease and rhythm. “So, mister, do you want it?”
Gon
stared at him in silence at first, but laughed happily after a
few seconds, his body shaking with joy. “I see,” he said,
between breaths of laughter. “This is the descending action part
of my story, right?”
“I
wouldn’t know, sir,” the wizard replied. “I am not a writer.”
Gon
calmed down after a few minutes, looking at the wizard he knew
before. He still looked the same. Time has not yet taken its
toll on him. After he had finally got a good look at the wizard,
Gon asked. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”
“Of
course, sir, we met on another university festival eight years
ago.”
“No,” Gon shook his head. “I meant before that. Don’t I know you
from somewhere before that?”
The
wizard nodded, smiling, as soon as Gon finished his sentence. “I
was once an unborn character, who was killed before I could even
see the lights of my new world.” The wizard spoke in a low
voice, as his hands continued to shuffle effortlessly the cards
with the pictures. “My name was Ron McKiiroison. Yet, because I
wasn’t born and given a body, my name just remained a memory
inside my God’s mind, along with the face and body that were
going to be mine. Because I wasn’t born, my soul continued
wandering restlessly, in look for a world and body I could
belong to, that could give me the peace I long for.
“But now I have
been reborn into a new body, a new life for me to live. A body
and world that was originally designed for someone else, some
other soul that were originally suppose to reside there, yet had
his fate changed somewhere along the way, and were unable to go
to that world. The God that gave me this job in your world told
me to reside inside the character that had no soul now, for the
soul that was master to it was still residing in the other
world. Your God gave me the body that was supposedly done for my
God’s soul. I’m now peaceful. I have found my place to belong
and rest. My name is now Gon Guree, and I live now happily in my
new world.”
Gon
just nodded as he heard this, a smile had somehow stolen onto
his face. “So,” the wizard continued, as he looked up at him,
“will you take a new future, or not?”
“How much are they?”
“You don’t have to pay anymore, considering you have
already paid for their prices. Th price was to finish the
untitled, and you have already done that a long time ago.”
Gon nodded again, as he looked up at the bright blue
sky, little clouds now snailing across the sunlights. He looked
down at the wizard now, a smile once again imprinted on his
face, as he finally responded, the sunlight reflected on his
eyes. “Which ones do you have?”
---Written by Tom Lin |
