People have very different ideas as to what happens to us when we die. Some believe they go to an everlasting paradise, or a world in which only chaos and evil resides. Others also think that when we die, we are reincarnated into something else into our own world: A tree, an animal, another person. THere are so many interpretations of where we go that no one exactly knows which one is true. But I do, the answer is…...none of them.

They were all wrong. I bet you're wondering how I know all of this don't you? I know this because i've died, on more than one occasion, and what comes after is something that I only thought could happen in fanfiction stories and peoples' imagination. When we die, we are transferred to another universe, and it could be of anything: Tv Shows, ANime, Video Games, anything. Thank god for the Multiverse Theory right? But there is one law: in order to go to another world, you must die and leave everything behind. If you cannot part with the life you had before when you die, you just vanish, *poof*, without a trace, you don't exist anymore. But there are those who can defy that rule, and they're called Multiversers, beings chosen by the Multiverse to be their protectors. Why would the Multiverse need protectors? Because it's dying, and that's where I , and a few friends of mine came in. You wanna know how this came to be?

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Ok, i'll tell you. My name is Edward Ross Cohen III, and this begins the story of how I became a Multiverser.

Ross's POV

It all began on an early Tuesday morning. I woke up to find every part of my body was screaming in agony. The damn bed I slept on was cheap as fucking hell, but my dad thought it was good enough. My eyes were bloodshot, my breath smelled worse than usually, and hair was sticking out in every direction. I can't remember what I did last night, but it definitely involved ME3 Multiplayer, cause that's what was on my TV when I woke up. I was attempting to beat Platinum mode with the Collectors with my N7 Infiltrator, but alas, no luck. I was also trying to drown my sorrows out in gaming because I had just broken up with my girlfriend a couple nights ago. Shit that was one nasty fight, I could still hear it ringing inside my head.

Flashback

"No, I don't want to hear it. I don't want to speak to you anymore. Do NOT talk to me ever again, WHAT THE FUCK IS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND ABOUT THAT?!" I said.

"What's wrong Ross, what did I do wrong?" My girlfriend's name was Olivia Beck. She was a very slender woman, she had very long silky black hair, slightly taller than the average was also on the schools' girls swim team. Why she would go out with a guy like me (Thin, doesn't do sports, except for Archery, I love Archery, and a gamer) is beyond me. She and her family haven't been here little more than a year. Her dad's a cop, nice guy, and her mother is a massage therapist. Now why do you think I would be screaming at this wonderful girl? She's a fucking slut! And a druggie if I may add. Sometimes when we're on a date, she'll lie and say she's going to the bathroom, but in reality she'll be getting high on every type of drug known to man. One time she got so high, that she imagined she was playing a flute in the London Symphony Orchestra, and you don't need to think too hard about what she was actually doing.

"That's why we're breaking up. You keep lying to me, you cheat on me. I want someone that I can trust, not some slut who needs a snort of coke up her nose just to go on a fucking date."

"Hey who the fuck do you think you are talking to talk to me like that?" said Olivia. She started hitting punching me in the chest, not like real punching, but it did hurt a little.

"What the hell do you expect me to call you, perfect? *flamboyant voice* Cause bitch *snaps fingers* you ain't nothing, *normal voice* so fuck off." I started to walk away from her when she began to shoot her mouth off again.

"I'm the daughter of a cop, I can have you arrested if I wanted to."

"Good Luck trying to pull that off you little bitch"

"You're gonna regret this you son of a bitch! I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU SUFFER FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!"

End of Flashback.

"Ugh, fucking hell" I said rubbing my temples, just thinking about the ordeal was enough to give me a headache. After about a few minutes, I shrugged it off and started getting ready for school. I Hopped in the shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth, put my olive oil spray in my hair and left the house, with Maroon 5 playing from my phone.

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On the way to school I checked on my FB group chats. I manage 3 different fan pages, all of them Mass Effect related. One of my friends was telling the group about this classmate of hers who was called out for masturbating in class. When confronted about it, she stormed out of the room. (If you were wondering: Yeah, she was masturbating in class. I don't even think I should be writing this in). The whole time i'm laughing my ass off, nearly got hit by a car because I fell into the street, people actually thought I was drunk. I didn't care, I was enjoying myself. However my mood quickly changed when I saw the cop cars parked outside the school. Something was telling me that this was bad news, but part of me was too curious to back away from what was going on. BOy did I fuck up on that decision. It's when I started walking towards the entrance when I heard someone yell out:

"PEOPLE,PUT YOUR HANDS IT NOW!" I did as I was told. Next thing I knew I was being handcuffed and being dragged off to the nearest patrol car, being read my right.

"Edward Ross Cohen, you're under arrest for Rape in the first degree." I was utterly shocked by what the cop had said.

"Wait what? Hang on, what the hell are you talking about, you've got the wrong guy." I said.

"Yeah well, the victim says otherwise."

"Well who got raped then?" I asked, one of the cops 'accidentally' knocked me into a tree, left a nasty bruise on my forehead.

"You should know you little shit. She's over there" One of the cops pointed to another patrol car not too far away from us, and emerging from the car was…...OLIVIA!? At least I think it was, she was too beaten up and bruised to actually tell. Before the cops shoved me into the car, I saw Olivia mouth to me : "Told you so"

Oh fuck.

Police Station.

We arrived at the police station 30 minutes later. The cops led me inside the building, where I was met with scorning looks of basically every cop in town. Of course they'd be looking at me like that: Someone just hurt a cops' daughter, and somehow I was the prime suspect. They led me to back, and dumped me into one of the interrogation rooms.

"Sit" said one of the cops. They uncuffed my hands and told me to wait. The room was basically empty, containing only the table, the chair I was sitting on, and a window. After a few minutes, two new cops came into the room, carrying a box of what I guess was evidence. One was a guy, the other was a girl.

"Edward Ross Cohen III, just turned 17 not too long ago, couple weeks maybe? Near perfect student at Montclair High. Recently accepted to Montclair State, DeSales, Arcadia. IMpressive" said the male cop, as if he was actually congratulating me, I can't tell.

"Thank You?" I said with a questioning look, "Look, I don't know what's going on, but I can assure you that i've never raped anyone." They both didn't respond, they just held their fingers up to my face telling me to wait.

"Look Cohen, we wanna believe you, but right now the evidence against you makes it very difficult to do so." said the female cop.

"What are you talking about, what evidence? There can't be any evidence, I never attacked Olivia."

"But you broke up with her a few nights ago didn't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, we did, but I broke up with her. She went apeshit on me when I gave her the news, said she'd make me suffer if it's the last thing she does."

"Why did you break up?" asked the male cop, it's as if he didn't hear a word I just said.

"She was cheating on me, she did drugs, she lies to me constantly, who wouldn't break up with someone like that?" I asked.

"And that must've made you pretty angry didn't it? The thought of your girlfriend being with someone who isn't you. That she probably thought you weren't man enough for her"

"Now you're just making baseless assumptions. Yes I was angry, but not angry enough rape her."

"Are you sure" said the male cop, who dumped a stack of photos of Olivia in front of me, "Because these wounds suggest that the attack was personal." I couldn't look at the pictures for any longer than a few seconds. All i'm gonna say is that after the beating she basically looked like an extra large eggplant, thats gone bad, "She also had vaginal tearing, you must've really wanted to hurt her didn't you?" I couldn't answer, I was gagging the entire time.

"Aww, what's the matter Cohen, can't stand the sight of your handiwork?"

"I Didn't do this, I couldn't have done this. When I left her, she was the picture of beauty. WHoever did that to her wasn't me.

"Are you sure about that, because this next set of photos says otherwise. See, the Becks had security cameras installed in their house in case they were ever robbed. And it just so happens one of them managed to capture the entire thing." The male cop tossed another set of pictures in front of me. Each one depicted Olivia being beaten to a pulp. As for the perp, his face was concealed by a hood, and judging by the angles in which the pictures taken by the camera , the perp must've know that there were cameras in the house.

"So what, all you have is the perp in pictures, that doesn't mean its me."

"This does. This was the hood the perp wore on the night of the attack." The female cop placed a bag onto the table, inside of it was…...an N7 Hoodie?!, and it was covered with blood spatter. And on the tag inside the hood, was my name.

"THis your hood. You raped Olivia BEck, you can't deny it any further. So why don't you just make it easier on yourself and just come clean about it, cause all of this, is enough to get past the grand jury, and I don't think it'll do you any good that the victim is a cop's daughter." No, No, no, this can't be happening, THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! They can't have this much evidence against me, I didn't do this. I was about to start crying, but I fought back the tears the best I could, but the cops must've seen something, because they were snickering under their breath.

"Can I…. at least call my dad, so he doesn't get worried about me?" I asked, then they started laughing even harder. Assholes

"OH no, see here's the thing, the school already called him. They told him that they were expelling you. He demanded to know why, so they told him, and he contacted us."

"What did he say?" I was hoping for some positive, but I was wrong.

"He said we could keep you, and that you shouldn't expect any help from him anymore."

"...he-he abandoned me?" That was it, that was the limit, then I started to cry. I didn't think it could've gotten any lower than that.

"oh come on Cohen, suck it up. Be a man" said the male cop. Suddenly the door opened and another cop came in.

"You two, that''s enough. Boss says to Get him down to Central Booking and get him processed." THe two cops nodded, pulled me out of the seat, cuffed me again and dragged me through the hall again, literally. I didn't even bother to try to walk at this point, I just dragged my feet. What good would come of it, my life was over. I just got kicked out of school,I was going to jail, I lost my family, this couldn't possibly get any worse.

"WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS THAT SICK SON OF A BITCH?" I spoke too soon, things just got much worse. As the cops led me into the hall, I could see most of the police force was trying to calm someone down. And I think you can guess who it was. Olivia's father, Detective Beck, came barging into the squad room like he was hopped up on steroids, smashing his way through cop after cop, trying to get some information out of them. But when he spotted me, ho-ho, he went full force.

"THERE YOU ARE YOU SON OF A BITCH, I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU" He started charging towards me, but four cops managed to stop him.

"That's enough Beck. You two, take Cohen out the back, now" We started making our way towards the back,and that it's happened. Someone shouted

"GUN!" *bang* *bang* *Bang* *bang* *bang*, then the next thing I knew, I was on the ground, bleeding from five different holes in my of the cops tried to stop the bleeding, but it was no use, I had already lost too much blood. This was the first time I met death's cold grip, and it certainly wasn't going to be the last. But laying there, on the ground, knowing that I was going to die, I couldn't help but smile. What I have to look forward to here, a life in prison? No, this is for the best, I don't want to live here anymore. I shut my eyes, laid my head back and let darkness take me.

I didn't expect what came next. When I regained consciousness, my chest was screaming in pain. The pain was so intense, I let out a loud cry, nearly vomited too. I tried sitting up, but that only made the pain worse, Suddenly someone came rushing in.

"What the hell? Hey calm down" said a woman's voice. My screams were reduced to short, raspy breaths. I managed to lay myself back down on whatever it was I was sleeping on, felt like a rock

Wait what?, I thought to myself, then my eyes snapped open, I had noticed that my entire surrounding had changed. I wasn't laying on the ground of the police station anymore, now I was laying on a makeshift bed in a decrepit building, it looked as though it had been bombed. The woman standing in front of me was wearing the most unusual outfit, it looked so futuristic. "How are you alive, you had a hole running through your heart" she whispered, "Never mind that, let me get some medi-gel on you"

"Nurse, I heard screaming, are you hurt." another woman's voice had just entered the conversation.

"No SHepard, that wasn't me, it was coming from him. Have the batarians retreated?" As the conversation continued between the two of them, I began to process the information I had just heard: Hole in my heart, the futuristic outfit, medi-gel, SHEPARD? It all made sense when I saw a woman wearing full N7 body armor with short cut red hair entering the room.

"Are you ok young man?" she asked.

"Wh-wh-who are you?"

"Me, my name is Shepard. Commander Sam Shepard, Alliance Navy"