Ch.1 Let's blow shit up

In a run down bar a man is sitting on a stool, he looks tired and dirty, his hair is a mess, his golden hair has a pungent odor and grease. His face was covered in grime and his breath stank from far. The man was wearing a long, dirty white coat. Even though he looked like shit, the man still had some money on him to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

"Fate is one twisted bitch, one day you are at the top of the world, the apex being, the king but then suddenly you are no one. Everything that you ever had taken from you. It makes you wonder where it all went wrong, you know?"

The man talks to the bartender, who doesn't give two flying fucks about him. But since the man was drinking like there was no tomorrow, he decided to bite. "Your wife left you or something?"

The man just laughed maniacally and said, "Oh, I would have been fine if that bitch had left me, she was screwing the help anyway… but no, it's not about my whore of a wife."

The man raised his glass, and the bartender hesitantly poured another glass of whiskey in the man's glass. The man chuckled and gulped that drink down. The drink was not smooth at all; it felt like he was drinking lighter fluid. The man puts down his drink and says, "I'm the head researcher, at the ridge stone foundation."

The bartender was surprised, and he said, "The company that blew up 2 blocks of Michigan Avenue?"

The man nodded and chuckled, "You know it was a bad day for us… we were working on some new kind of fuel that could burn indefinitely and cleanly, it was going to save the planet…"

"What went wrong then?" The bartender keenly looked at the man, but the guy just smiled and looked at his broken wrist watch and said, "Looks like I have a few minutes to spare."

He asked for another drink and the bartender quickly poured him a drink. It seems he was interested in the story now.

The man took a sip and said, "I had been working on the compound b49b it took me 7 years to complete and we were ready to announce it, I was so happy that I was finally about to eat the fruits of my labor. I was going to be immortalized in history as the savior of the planet. But on the big day. Suddenly the storage facility went up in flames and took out 2 blocks of Chicago.

I was arrested and falsely tried and got a 4 year sentence. All the investors cut me loose, the public hated me, my family left me, my wife left me for my best friend, my kids won't talk to me. I was alone. but even then I tried to do something to get back up on my feet.

I became a doctor for the mob, I cooked meth, did some meth. Became a freaking god of cooking. I climbed quite high on that ladder. High enough to hear some chatter."

The bartender looks at the man and asks "what kind of chatter?" The guy smiled and ushered him to come closer and whispers, "The fire on Michigan Avenue was done by my wife and my best friend."

The bartender was shocked and the guy just exclaimed and said, "I know right… so I go to my… sorry their house, kill a bunch of security, torture the lot for information and I find out. they did it because of the oil corps… yeah like they didn't want another fuel to come in and disrupt their business, so… kinda understandable."

The bartender was now getting a little scared . The man was a little unhinged, "So why are you here now if you are like a cook for the cartel or something?"

The man nodded and said, "I don't know… life has kinda lost its meaning, you know? So I decided that I'm going to blow up the rest of the city and kill myself with them."

The bartender was now scared, but he just laughed hoping the man was joking and the man just looked at him and smiled and said, "Not a joke, man… Why do you think I look like shit? I have been making b49b for a month now. The cartel is looking for me."

The bartender, realizing that his life was in danger, tries to leave, but the guy just says, "It's not going to work man. It only took a barrel of the stuff to blow up 2 blocks. I have about 50 barrels all around the city, so, no point man."

The bartender doesn't listen and still runs away. The man then gets up, but he is way too drunk and stumbles a little. He grabs a bottle from the counter and pours himself his last drink. He looks at the bar around him and possesses a toast, "life sucks, die!."

He gulps down his last drink, and he closes his eyes, but nothing happened. He opens his eyes and looks at his watch and says, "It's supposed to go…" right then the bar blows up and a chain of explosions occurs all around the city and not just Chicago, but New York, DC and California.

Some terrorist organization tried to take the claim but Sebastian Bolt, the head researcher, posts numerous videos of him planting b49b all around the USA along with the confession of his wife about government's involvement in the blast of Michigan Avenue.

The government tries to take them down. But some people just keep posting them back on. Thus, the wronged man takes his twisted revenge. The man, who once sought to change the world for the better, understood the very nature of the universe and man. Destruction is the ultimate truth. The man wanted to be immortalized, and he was. He killed about 3.4 million people in one day.

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"Ugh! I am not drinking like that ever again…" I got up, but I feel weak, well it's common after guzzling down 4 bottles of cheap whiskey. I open my eyes and the vision is slightly blurry. I look at my surroundings and all I see are trees all around me.

Giant ass trees and the ground are a little wet and rocky. But that's not that much of a concern for me. I am pretty sure I blew myself up then where am I? I looked at my hands, and it wasn't mine. They looked rough and dirty.

I walked up to a puddle nearby and slowly looked at the water and I saw the face of a boy. He looked a little over 15 he had straight black raven hair and amber eyes. I was shocked, and I didn't know what was happening. Where am I? Who is this guy? And why am I him? Okay… the last part doesn't sound right, but still!

A sudden rush of memories assaulted my noggin… whose memories were these? I fell down on my knees, it felt like my blood was boiling, and I couldn't breathe at all. I wanted to let out a scream, but no voice would come out. I finally gave in and fell down on the ground.

I laid awake for hours suffering through the pain and when it ended I felt relief, but it was a little short-lived. While suffering that terrible aneurysm, I saw the boy that I saw in the puddle, his whole life was playing in front of my eyes like a damn movie. I felt everything he felt, I have had a shit life and this boy was really closing in on second place.

I found out that the boy was Isak Snow. The oldest bastard of the house of Magnar, in Skagos. And the worst part is that I'm in his body. I am in Game of Thrones… fuck my life.