Oh Crap I Died
Chapter 2: Oh Crap! He's dead!
Copyright© 2011 by Confused_Mind
Shakti, 16 year old genius and general cute girl. Never mention boobs to her! She had a sore spot for boobs. It was unfortunate that hers almost didn't exist. She stood, from red hair to bare feet, only 4 feet, but was told that she would eventually grow taller and fill out. She hated when people mentioned the 'fill out' part. Like they were all making excuses for her. She wears clothing that accentuate her child like looks, and tries to hide her intelligence as well as she can. She has perfected it to the point that most people think she's even younger than she truly is. After a bad experience with others, she decided that putting on the act of being a simple little child was probably the best, anyway. This way her life became more singular and insulated with the amount of time she spent at her aunt's place. She chose to live mostly with her Aunt, because her mother and her did not agree on many things and would often argue. It truly amazed her how different twin sisters could be. Her Aunt was the exact opposite of her mother, and even they would often get into disagreements. When Shakti heard about the incident with the guy hit and killed by the meteor, it was by her mother's words that she discovered the final truth of it.
The conversation with her mother started innocently enough after hearing about the death. She described it as 'That pathetic man acquired the treasure they had been trying forever to get', and 'That bastard deserved to die the way he did. He was good for nothing, anyway'
Something about what her mother was saying made her feel dirty and unpleasant. She listened carefully to anything her mother said from that point on, and when she heard the final conversation her mother had on the phone with her business associates, she decided to make the move to her Aunt's place.
Her Aunt, Helaena, was receptive to Shakti's request for lunch, and once she had arrived at the house and settled down for the light lunch, they began to talk. Shakti explained many things to her Aunt that she had heard, and asked many questions. It took no more than two hours to come to the conclusion it would be better to stay at her Auntie's home on a permanent basis. It was by the next day that Shakti ran into the nightmare on the path through the park. At first she thought it was someone who had been attacked by muggers. On closer examination she thought it might have been an animal attack. It was not until the guy opened up his eyes and looked at her that it struck home. She sent her neighbour's dog back to its house with a command, a part time job she liked to do. After a brief interaction with him, and then decided that this man needed to be protected. She could well see Mother becoming involved in an unpleasant way. She was excited about telling and showing her Aunt the very man that had been the center of parental controversy. Being cautious on the way back to the house was just logical, considering the state this man was in. It was obvious that he had really been horribly injured, and it was, to her mind, amazing that he was even able to recover to the degree that he had. She had a strong constitution, so nausea was not an option when she looked at him. She could not feel repulsed at him, just, she felt sorry for him and his situation. She worried about how he would deal with such a big change in his life. When she arrived at the house with him and her Aunt showed up she was shocked, surprised, and more than a bit frightened when he suddenly turned and bolted. It was also unfortunate when he bolted directly into the corner of the house and dropped like a puppet with its strings cut. Shakti was also shocked at the amount of damage the corner of the house took with his impact. It would probably take a carpenter a whole day to repair the damaged beams and the green painted wooden siding. He struck it like a tank, and even made the entire house shake from the impact. He was deceptively built like a tank. They discovered how much like a tank when they tried to pick him up and carry him into the spare room, after checking him over to be sure he was not dead. His heart was still beating, no broken bones, not too much bruising, and just a small lump on his forehead. It took both of them struggling to even get him into a wheel barrow so that they could install him in the only room possible, a ground level basic guest room with a strong bed. Shakti and her Aunt estimated his weight had doubled since he was weighed at the coroner's office. He had weighed in at a grand total of 90 kg, but he wasn't that tall.
Shakti spoke about him with her Aunt, and was reassured that she did the right thing and helped him without involving anyone else. Helaena spoke many times with Shakti about the incident at the office. She provided the name of the man in the spare bedroom, Solomon Eris Freeman, but didn't give any more particulars, as she felt it was too private and wanted to speak with Solomon herself before handing any more personal information to anyone else.
Shakti spent most of her time in the spare room with Solomon, keeping watch over his unconscious body. She wondered what his life was like before the impact and death. Now that he was alive again, she knew that he would never be able to go back to his old life. She wondered what kind of person he was in his old life. She wondered if he had anyone in his old life that meant something to him, some emotional bond that would be missed if he remembered anything. Shakti wondered how deep his amnesia, went and just how much he remembered.