My Rare System: The Urban Legend

Chapter 2

The next time Dillon opened his eyes, a shrill scream escaped his lungs as he summoned all the strength in him to leap out of the way of an oncoming vehicle.

His eyes rolled back into his head as he struggled to get up. Getting a grip of himself, he realized a lot of people had their eyes on him.

Dillon didn't need anyone to tell him he had been brought to the middle of a highway where hundreds of cars passed every ten minutes by James and his friends.

Holding his throbbing head, he found his way to Phantom Delivery.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A security personnel asked Dillon when he tried to walk into the building.

"Dillon Grendel, a delivery guy." Dillon introduced himself, taking out the ID from his pocket to show the man.

The security personnel signed a little. Walking towards him, he took out something from his pocket and extended it towards Dillon.

"Where have you been, Dillon? You've been missing for three days and you've unfortunately been fired by the company."

"What?" Dillon stuttered, reaching out to take the envelope.

"There was a complaint that you stole a package worth two hundred thousand dollars. The manager was so upset that he fired you." Another security personnel sighed from where he stood.

Dillon shook his head vigorously, his eyes wide in panic, "I have to talk to the manager. That wasn't what happened. I would never steal from our clients."

"That is not a very good idea—Dillon!" The security personnel was saying when Dillon sprinted past him and into the building.

Dillon was nimble, lanky and awfully fast. Compared to the security men who were either in their 30s, 40s and 50, he was sure fast.

He evaded the guards at the door and ignoring the faint feeling in his head, rushed into the elevator and closed it before they got near.

Dillon rushed out of the elevator and straight to the manager's office once the elevator door opened. He barged into the office and was startled with an ungodly sight.

He paid no attention to the two scantily dressed women who immediately left the office as he fell down on his knees and pleaded, "Mr. Warren, I swear I didn't steal the package! Please don't fire me!"

The manager of Phantom Delivery, Marcus Warren, a bald headed fat man who felt life was too short not to enjoy himself with every opportunity life presented.

Marcus tidied up his pants, but didn't fail to glare and grit his teeth in anger that his minutes in heaven had been interrupted.

"You imbecile! How dare you bring your filthy self into my office! Do you know how much those tiles cost!" Marcus yelled angrily, his hand winding around a nearby lampholder.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Warren, but you have to believe me. I didn't touch it, I swear." Dillon kept saying, trying his best to prove his innocence.

However, Marcus was having none of that as he swung the lampholder in his hand at Dillon.

Dillon fell to the floor with a loud thud, but didn't let the panging pain he felt stop him. After all, what was his life without this job?

"Do I look like I care about a dog like you? Your action had almost cost this company a lawsuit which I had to pay a lot of money to stop from happening! I would've rather James Roderick killed you than let you off!" Marcus yelled, stomping his feet in rage.

Dozens of security guards rushed into his office at that moment and dragged Dillon up.

"Take out this piece of garbage and make sure he doesn't get an inch near this property ever again! And the next time he defies my order, break his imbecile legs!" Marcus hissed as Dillon was dragged out like a lump of coal.

Dillon's mind went blank realizing he had lost the second most important thing to him. In three days, he lost his girlfriend and his job. And without these things, his life had no meaning.

He was dumped meters away by the security guards and after most of them walked away, the first security personnel who he had talked to when he found his way to the office that day, walked up to him.

The man stared at Dillon for a couple of minutes and couldn't help sighing. He could tell how much the job meant to Dillon, but at the same time, there was nothing he could do to help.

He dipped his hand into his pocket and took out his wallets. Then he took out two wads of fifty dollars and securely stuffed them into Dillon's pockets.

"This isn't much, but it should be more than enough to get you through a few nights and keep you alive with a few canned foods." The man muttered.

"The shaman told me something a few days ago; 'as long as you do good things in your first life, you'll be born with a gold spoon in the mouth in our second life'. Don't stop being good. Your next left will be better."

Minutes after the man left, a dazed Dillon got up with one thought; death.

He slowly made his way to a cliff which was situated in the outskirts of town. And as he stood on its edge, contemplating on what to do, he heard what sounded like a whimper.

He paid no attention to it for a couple of minutes until the noise became unbearable. Turning to his side, he finally saw the cause of the whimper; a girl who was being held hostage by three boys and it looked like they…planned to have their way with her.

His initial thought was to pay a blind eye to it, but when he recalled he was about to die and there was no harm helping the girl, he turned and headed their way.

"What the fuck is taking you so long?!" An impatient voice hissed.

"It's too difficult to undo her dress!" The second yelled, fiddling with her zipper.

"Then tear it apart!" The third tsked.

"Hey!"

The trio heard and glanced behind them. Dillon was quick to notice the purplish mark on her face from their assault on her cheek and unconsciously balled his hands into a fist.

"Do you want to die?" One of the boys who seemed to be the leader of the three, asked Dillon, advancing towards him.

The corners of Dillon's lips curled up into a smile, "I do."

The other boy was taken aback for a while before he hissed, "Then go over that cliff and jump down!"

"I would've if I hadn't seen you three. Now it's either you kill me or you'll never get to do what you intended to do." Dillon threatened, moving towards them.

The second boy scoffed and walked past the first boy, "You don't look like you're worth much, so I'll gladly kill you."

Dillon saw his eyes glint for a moment and quickly realized he was from a wealthy family which meant he had an ability just like James and his friends.

By the time the second boy was done with Dillon, the only part of his body that could move was his fingertips.

As Dillon lay there, waiting eagerly for death to take him, something electric was traveling through his body. He felt it go all the way to his brain before he felt a spark in it.

His eyes flew open and he felt so energized that he got up on his feet and started towards the boys. They had succeeded in ridding the girl of her clothes and her incessant whimpers did nothing to deter them.

He stomped up to them and grabbed the second boy by the collar, his dark blue eyes radiating like a mechanical light, "You failed to kill me."

Whatever happened the next three minutes weren't something Dillon recalled as the next thing he saw were the boys crawling away, fear evident in their eyes.

"Young Master!"