Dr Ali Guy

Al'ravee spent ninety-five years living the typical life of a mortal, only for him to wake up from his grave five years later to find out that he wasn't what he thought he was and that the last hundred years were just a scheme for his parents to raise the most perfect being in existence. Faced with his new reality, he quickly realizes that he has to drop his mortal way of thinking if he wanted to have a comfortable life in the vast universe. From planet-busting spaceships to unique creatures capable of superhuman feats and magicians from other separate dimensions. Let's not forget his fellow gods that could reshape continents. With new the ideals, mentality, and desire, he carves a path for him to reach his goal. " A lot of people want to reach the peak of existence for different reasons. Some are just power-hungry others do it to support their righteous sense of self, he did it to bring his loved ones back to life, she did it for revenge and that guy just doesn't want to be pushed down by anyone. Well too bad for you. I am the bully who will continuously push you down. I am the one who you want revenge against. I am the one who killed your loved ones. I am that final boss that you just can't beat. I am the one who will take that power that you seek and crush you like the weakling you are. Do you know why" He said towards the army of demons and gods flying towards him? He got ready to jump off the tall building to confront them as he flexed his muscles. *BANG* Like a bullet, he shot off with explosive speed. " IT'S BECAUSE YOU STAND IN MY PATH TO PERFECTION"

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.