Jump-Chain Draft

I'm liking the second draft the most so far, but I'll need to do a lot of research before I really start making the story. Anyway here's the third and probably last draft. As you can see it's pretty vague, but I intend to make it a jump chain that will start in the game of thrones.

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I sighed as I exited the liquor store, trying to light up a cigarette and failing as the lighter produced no flame because of the rain. 

'Fucking great...' 

I couldn't help but curse as I threw away the lighter.

I shook my head and made my way towards my car, only to stop a distance away, my eyes twitching at the sight of an officer leaving a ticket on my windshield. 

"For fuck's sake, I've only been there for a couple of minutes," I exclaimed as I stamped my way towards the officer, who merely gave me a dismissive look and moved on, saying nothing. 

"One of those days..." I muttered as I watched the officer walk away. 

I walked to my car, took the ticket, and grudgingly stuffed it into my pocket without bothering to give it a look. Then I opened the door and sat down in the driver's seat, taking out my spare lighter. 

However, in my haste to alleviate my nicotine addiction, I didn't close the door, and a sedan suddenly sped over a water puddle, splashing murky water all over me. 

"FUCK!" I exclaimed at the top of my lungs as I got off the car. "Could this fucking day get any worse?!" I vented, unmindful of the passerbys and the strange looks they sent me.  

As if on cue, I heard a loud whistling sound from above. I froze as I looked up, the wet cigarette falling off my wide opened mouth matched by my eyes. 

"Oh... my... god..." I muttered, stressing every word as I spotted a gigantic ball of flame heading straight towards me from the sky. 

"Well, there's my answer, I guess..." I mused, unable to hold back a chuckle at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. 

'Out of all the ways I thought I'd die... a fucking meteorite was never on the list...'

But despite the situation and my impending death, I couldn't help thinking about my old man and how he used to affectionately call me a little shit before suddenly disappearing from my life. 

And even though I say suddenly, he didn't just up and disappear. 

It happened when I turned 17. I found the old shit smear that was my dad waiting for me in the kitchen with that same lazy smile he always had on his face.

Then he just poked me in the head, said his job was done, and left without saying anything else, and I haven't seen him ever since. But he did leave me enough money to complete my studies before vanishing, so there's that at least...

I don't blame him, but part of me always wished he'd stayed around. He wasn't a bad father, just a weird one. 

I still don't know why I thought about him out of all the people in my life. But in the end, it was surprisingly fitting considering what followed.

And it was with such ridiculous thoughts lounging in my mind that I faced my death by a fucking meteor of all things...

...

"What the...?" I muttered, feeling disoriented as I slowly opened my eyes.

"Did you have a good dream, little shit?" 

And I suddenly froze at the distantly familiar sound, feeling something on my forehead.

My eyes winded, and I immediately snapped out of my daze as I looked up to see my old man in all his obnoxious, smug glory staring down at me as he removed his hand from my forehead.

It took me a second to process my surroundings, but I quickly recognized this place as the same kitchen where I saw my old man for the last time before he left. 

It looked the same as I remembered it, but something was different. 

'My old man. It's like he's a completely different person.' 

I mused as I took a good look at my old man, frowning as I observed the changes in his appearance.

He still had the same face and lazy smile, but he wore different clothes and gave off a completely different vibe. He usually wore a business suit that was now nowhere in sight, replaced by something a rockstar would wear. 

But the most notable difference was my dad's left arm, which was now gone, a silver prosthetic arm taking its place.

I tried to say something, but no words came. I had no idea what to say and what to think in this situation and could do nothing but stare at my old man in a daze, hoping for an explanation.

"Your mother shouldn't have any more complaints this way," my dad remarked, faintly smiling as he stood up and walked to me. He extended a hand towards me, his intent to help me up clear. 

"What's going on...? I was at the car, and then..." I muttered, meeting my old man's eyes, but he didn't reply, waiting for me to unload. "And the meteor... just what's going on...?" I continued, feeling both perplexed and confused. 

"You didn't die. You just saw one of your many possible futures," my dad remarked, shaking his head. "The future your mother wanted for you to be more specific..." he added, sighing and scratching his head. 

"I have a mother...?" I asked, earning a chuckle from my old man.

"What you thin I took you out from a crack in the wall or something?" he asked, an amused grin splitting his face. 

"You know what I mean. Who is my mother, and how come I never met her? And you still haven't answered any of my questions," I asked, my eyes twitching as the annoyance snapped me out of my daze.

"It doesn't matter. Not right now," my dad replied, waving a hand to the side. "What matters now is that you have a choice to make," he added, changing the subject. 

"A choice...?" I muttered, still unable to process my current circumstances.

"That's right, a choice that could change your life forever," my dad replied, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

"You've seen your future. That in itself is a massive advantage," dad calmly explained. "I don't think I need to tell you how to use that knowledge to your advantage," he added, pausing to let me think, to which I nodded and obliged.

 I could easily make money by investing in companies I knew would succeed or gambling on sports. There are many ways to make money with that kind of knowledge. 

"What's my other choice?" I asked, having already thought of many methods to make money and lead an easy life. 

"To follow in your old man's footsteps and step into the unknown," my old man replied, a strangely expectant smile splitting his face.

"And what does that entail exactly?" I asked as I walked towards a chair and took a seat. If I have to deal with this kind of shit, I might as well make myself comfortable.

"It wouldn't be much of an unknown if I just spilled the beans here now, would it?" My old man replied in a cheery tone as he dragged a chair and sat in front of me.

"All I'll say is sights beyond your imagination are waiting for you behind door number two," he casually remarked, extending his prosthetic hand toward me. 

He opened his palm a small flame emerged. It turned into a horse and jumped off my old man's hand, galloping on the ground and dissipating after roaming the kitchen for a couple of seconds.

"You'll find the answers to all your questions there, and you'll have the chance to be more than you are right now..." my old man concluded, pausing and waiting for me to process his words. 

"That's quite the pretty picture your painting there, old man. What's the catch?" I snidely asked after a moment's pause. 

"So I haven't been raising a moron for the past 17 years. Good," my old man smilingly replied with an approving nod. "When something sounds too good to be true, it probably is. Typically is a catch to what's behind number two, but not in this case," he confidently explained, waving a hand to the side. 

"I'll take care of it for you, but there are other things to worry about," my old man remarked, adopting a stern expression. "Should you choose the unknown, then whatever you end up facing won't be easy to handle, and you might find yourself regretting the decision more than once," he added, heaving a sigh. 

"Hell, you might even die, but that depends on you. Irresponsible as I might be, even I won't throw my son into a deathtrap," he said as he got up after lightly smacking the table. 

"Think on it. You have 24 to decide. Get out of the apartment before the time is up if you want to step into the unknown, or stay here if you decide otherwise," my old man concluded as he went for the apartment's door. 

"Wait! where are you going?! Are you going to pull a disappearing act on me again?!" I snapped at my old man as I got to my feet, sending him a fierce glare. 

"I Didn't raise you to be a tantrum-throwing brat, so stop acting like one, little shit," he calmly replied, clearly unphased by my outburst. "But if you feel like you'll miss your old man that much... You already know where to find me next," he added, speaking matter of factly.

"Maybe I will. But when I do, I'm going to punch you so hard in the face, you won't be able to smile normally for the rest of your life," I added out of frustration more than anything else as I watched my old man walk to the exit. 

"I'll be looking forward to it then, little shit," he replied, sending me a smug smile over his shoulder as he opened the door and left. 

I watched him leave and deflated back into my chair, heaving a sigh and with it, the curse I've been holding since I saw my old man's face. 

"For fuck's sake..."