Waaaah! Wahhh!
The cries of a 2 month year old baby barely heard over the heavy downpour that night. The squeak of the old wooden door startles the newborn as it starts to cry louder, panicking the origin of the sound.
”Sh Sh Sh, don’t worry, everything’s okay.” She whispers in a attempt to calm the cries as she picks up the baby and rocks him side to side.
Looking around the building for any relatives of the child but failing to notice due to the lack thereof or from the dark of the night with sound muffled by the pelting of the rain against the old worn out building.
Placing the child back into the box full of blankets and carrying it inside she notices a small piece of paper written and placed on the inside of the six between the blankets and the edges of the box.
“Newt huh? That your name little guy?” She gently poked the tired baby’s cheek, which it was too tired and weak to stop.
Wah!
Trying and failing to escape the pokes of the women who seemed to find great joy out of poking his cheeks.
***
A figure walks through the office-space of a prominent software development company, arriving at a small eating area for employees. Scanning through the people he sees his target.
“Newton can you come with me I need to talk to you.”
The man says, knowing it’s not a question he can decline, Newt follows the man to his personal office.
“Newton, I’ve been getting complaints from your coworkers, who wish to remain anonymous, who have said that you have been working on something unrelated to work on company time.
Not to mention others also feeling uncomfortable around you, especially after what happened a couple weeks ago.”
Newt, knowing where this was going tries to stop the inevitable.
“I understand, I’ll try to interact and be more friendly with the others, they already know the circumstances behind why I got angry.” Newt said with as a sad smile bloomed as he watched his boss.
A sigh echoed throughout the room.
“Newton, I’m letting you go. Please pack you belongings and leave within 2 weeks.”
Newt got up, nodded and left.
He was disappointed, he really tried to make up with the employees he had erupted onto.
After years of constantly rectifying mistakes made by others and telling them how to improve, nothing changed, anger grew day by day but he kept it buried deep down.
Until a certain day, stubbed his toe on the apartment door, got robbed, and then later that day his cohorts decided to massively fuck up on a big project, and who do they come to help, HIM, and who’s fault is it if the project didn’t ready on time or fails, HIM.
Thus what followed was a lot of yelling, crying, and a multi week suspension, until it was suddenly cancelled halfway through as the efficiency of work plummeted and projects started crashing left and right.
While they did get a whole lot more employees, or more accurately, reliable employees, Newt still didn’t think that if he was fired, that they could keep the same or more of the current efficiency rating.
Though why should he care? It’s not his problem anymore.
Walking out of the building with the few belongings he had, Newt decided to walk back to his apartment rather than take the bus.
Checking the time on his phone, he sees it’s 3:45 pm, before he surprisingly gets a call from someone he considers close family, Eris.
“Hey Newt Newton-Pffftt” she breaks into loud laughing, Newt counters.
“Hey Granny Generic as fuck Smith.”
Newt being annoyed as she hadn’t stopped finding it funny for the 5 years he had chosen it.
Newt and Eris grew up in a orphanage, Newt being 23 with Eris was 7 years older than him at 30.
As they reached adulthood the government offers a variety of names they could choose as surnames, Newt, not finding any of them to his liking, chose the one that sounded the most ridiculous, Newt Newton, though he regrets it and prefers being called just Newt.
On the other hand is Eris, who picked the most generic name surname unintentionally, this wasn’t found out until later when Eris and Newt got more familiar with the internet and pop culture in general.
“Someone’s feisty~”
“We’ll if someone didn’t keep calling me a certain name for 5 years straight then maybe I wouldn’t be mad.”
”Pfft, yeah right, let’s be real, did you get fired?”
Newt flinched.
”U-Uh no.”
“Pay up mother fucker.”
Newt internally cried as he transferred $150.
“I’m never going to make bets with you again!”
“You say that like you have a choice?”
Bickering as sibling do, something catches Newt’s attention, a fast moving truck barrels down the high traffic street.
Someone’s getting a ticket today, Newt mutters as the truck drastically passes the speed limit.
Turning around to move away in case of an accident, he hears a loud crash behind him.
He sees the truck has crashed into one of the cars, launching the car towards a side walk, with children crossing it.
Oh fuck, Newts brain kicking into overdrive thinks through every action.
With the car travelling around 50 km/h the children will without a doubt die if hit, an adult may live however.
“FUCK IT!!!” He screams as he runs full speed towards the nearby children, dropping his phone and the confused Eris.
Shoving the children off the highway, as far away as possi-!!!
The car collided with the side of his body, shock kicks in, however still conscious, he notes still alive huh?
Looking over he sees the children safe with no injuries and an adult with matching school uniforms calling, he hoped, was the ambulance.
Drip Drip Drip
Gas Fumes that were escaping the shattered gas container enter Newt's Lungs who promptly erupted into a fit of coughs, sadly this was the least of his concerns as the fuel tank that had blasted open threw out a sea of Gasoline, covering him entirely before a chunk of the hood of the car landed onto him
Including, to Newt himself.
Newt however, had fallen into a semi conscious state, not quite aware of what was happening or the passage of time. All he knew was that he could see blurred flashing blue and red lights coming towards him. Ah they're nearly here.
Unbeknownst to Newt, the closest hospital was a nearly 90 minute drive, he his awareness of time was faltering.
Vision blurring, Newt's eyes were straining to stay open, to register what was happening.
The pain from the crash and chemical burns were bad but were enough for Newt to grab a hold of to stay conscious.
The pain he had experienced from the car hit was bad, but once the initial collision was over, just the intense injuries were left, which still caused excruciating pain but was still barely bearable, the chemical burns from the gasoline entering his wounds were also bad but once again tolerable.
The weight of the hood pressed down on him was gradually lifting and finally, removed.
"Hey are you okay kid?" A kind middle aged man came over, Newt seeing this tries to move his head down to nod but grimaces as a pain in his neck erupts and he decides against it.
Removing the Car's hood from off of Newt, he dropped the hood just next to Newt... And right next to where the Fuel tank had been.
Sparks flew, and the recently evaporated gasoline, now Gasoline Fumes, light up.
Newt;s body getting set on fire, admittedly a decent amount of the Gasoline Fumes hadn't lingered, but Newt's body and clothes that had been drenched in Liquid Gasoline, and the only recently evaporated fumes caused a deadly combination.
Not only was he bleeding with major internal organs, minor whiplash, cuts and more, but the fumes that had been stuck in his lungs reacted to the sudden increase in temperature and embers of fire from his body.
His lungs fill get set on fire and smoke bursts out his lungs, becoming filled with flames and smog.
Newt felt the fire spread all over his body, evaporating the blood that spilt from his wounds and suffocating from lack of oxygen, his badly wounded body that was barely holding on was pushed past its limit.
His screaming stopping as his vocal cords had been to a crisp and the air required to do so was used as fuel for the flames inside his lungs.
Everyone watching horrified at the scene of a hero who had saved children from certain death, was getting punished for his just deeds.
Luckily Newt was no longer conscious, his mental endurance, pain tolerance and most importantly lack of oxygen burning out long before fully blacking out.
For the last time in his life.
Cars doesn't explode Or was it just randomly transporting fking explosives on passengers sit?
Technically speaking internally cars can and do explode, pretty much constantly considering how car engines work.
However in this case it was more the fuel having been spilt getting ignited and creating a temperature hot enough to light up the gas fumes which created this explosion
EXTREMELY RARE to occur but not impossible.
I'm somewhat stretching the amount of heat required to ignite the fuel and fumes. I'm not that knowledgeable with motor vehicles.
Also wasn't sure whether to go into details, Though i might edit it just to hint towards this for people who are confused.
@Valid Technically speaking you can and do explode, pretty much constantly... Eh
Yes, it's technically possible for a car to explode but it is VERY hard do do even if you try to do it. If fuel spills it starts to evaporate. It cant be on fire because then it would just burn. Fumes wouldn't be a problem since constant burning. Even if fuel spills it has to be be spilt in an almost perfectly closed space, otherwise fumes would just disper. For fuel fumes to be able to ignite and explode there has to be a perfect proportions of oxygen and fuel fumes AND it has to be compressed perfectly. Correct pressure is instrumental for the explosion to occur. Then the spark has to ignite the mixture in that perfect moment (still no fire to this point). Even if miracle happen and all requirements are met... the explosion would probably be just a sad "pufff" due to the lacking volume of fumes that could be stored.
I'm sure you can find a "myth busters" episode on it or just Google "can car explode" and visit any site presented to you. So can car explode? Yes. Does it happen? No.
@Enyhrye I mean, yeah, it can happen, does it happen? not really.
Though admittedly i wrote this chapter with the thought process that people would probably suspend their disbelief and just ignore the low odds of it occurring.
And also because i thought it would be a bit graphic to have Newt be ignited with the fuel and his injuries from the head on collision slowly killing him.
I was debating doing this before even posting the chapter simply because I didn't know enough about the subject. However after your comments i have decided to change the cause of death.
What do you think of it now @Enyhrye ?
Thanks for pointing all this out!
I understand the thought of a more theatrical (or I guess Hollywood) ending. I'm not really against some crazy deaths before reincarnation but... It's hard to explain. I suspend my disbelieve quite often when I feel that author goes for crazy. Like let's say MC dies by being hit by a meteor in the middle of city square or gets electrocuted by his own PC. I know that author did it with intention of ridiculous/terrible luck/funny ending. I feel it's fine, if that's what author aiming for then fine.
On the other hand when the story is going for more realistic approach, unrealistic situation makes me pause. I wouldn't mind the explosion if it would be explained as in "unluckily for MC the car was owned by Mike Bobovich that was in the middle of preparations for his parents re-wedding and thus he had back sit packed full with rather expensive and expansive collection of fireworks...". It would be unlucky, a bit funny, but at the same time I would be sure that was what you as an author was going for.
Im not sure if that explanation is good enaugh so I will go for: I as a reader (without having to ask author) want to know if they are aiming for something ridiculous and unbelievably unlucky or just making a mistake.
I believe new version is better but it has quite a few mistakes that even I with my broken English can see If you ever edit it again to correct those you should probably get rid of the fire getting inside his wounds. You wrote that the pain of being hit was bad but went away fast. If his wounds are deep enaugh for fire to get inside his body the pain wouldn't go away for weeks. Adrenaline level could explain pain going away but then he gets into more pain, then even more pain... You get it. Also gasoline doest really burn. What burns is the fumes that evaporate from liquid gasoline. It doesn't change anything for MC that is still being burned with super high temperature but it makes "fire getting inside him" even less correct.
Keep writing and have fun
@Enyhrye Thanks! I will try to edit it again But yeah, I want to take a semi realistic take on this story. Realistic within the bounds of its own established world at least.
I might leave the pain from the crash though, that was intended for the pain of getting hit by the car, the injuries still hurt but the collision with the car was the apex of the pain, followed by the injuries that were still hurting tremendously.
@Valid Oh god i edited it again. Dear lord.