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Neville the Gamer Year 1

Unknown POV

02 : 08 : 37 : 09

That is how long I have left here. I wonder what will happen when the time runs out.

My name is Richard Price, or at least it used to be. I'm not completely sure who or what I am now, having lost my body a while back. What I do know however is that I am not the same person that I was when I arrived here, where ever here is.

My story starts like most often do, meaning when I was born. My life pretty much sums up to the biggest joke on the planet, it wasn't all bad but still it was pretty shitty. My father was what one would consider a saint, seriously he would probably be the nicest person you could meet, even when life threw him a curve ball. We lived in a one room apartment, he worked two jobs to maintain us. He would always come home tired but never failed to smile when I was around. He was just seventeen when I was born, and instead of considering me a burden he would often say how I was the most important person in his life.

My mother on the other hand had to be the world's biggest cunt. She was five years older than my father, and was in university student when she gave birth to me. It was a known fact she never wanted to have me and the only reason why I wasn't aborted was because he had begged her not to and promised to take care of me. So when I was born it came as quite a shock to my father when I looked nothing like him. Apparently he wasn't the only guy she was seeing at the time. He grew to love me though even if I wasn't biologically his.

So we lived like a happy family for the first two years of my life. It was then that things took a turn for the worst. My mother died, or at least that what my father said; it wasn't until much later in my life that I found out that she had actually abandoned us to go live with some new rich guy.

By that time my father took both parental roles and made sure that I never felt unloved. We didn't have much but at least we had each other, which was why it came as a big surprise when one day he didn't come home. It wasn't until the second day that a policeman came and told me that my father had died in a shooting two blocks away from here trying to shield a little girl from being hit.

So like that my whole life changed and not for the better. I was sent to an overcrowded orphanage where I shared almost everything with two other people. I went threw school almost completely friendless having never been able to socialize correctly. After high school I enrolled into the Marines, I was drawn towards the idea that I could protect my people by being a shield against my enemies. It came as quite a shock since the people that new me also knew that I was a pacifist, always willing to turn the other cheek even if I knew that it would cause me more problems, which it usually did in the form of bullies.

I was always sent to the frontlines and for some reason my unit would always run into problems. Strange as it was it only helped me flourish and I would always escape certain death by the barest of margins. It became clear that I had incredible bad luck, especially when in my last mission I was riddled with holes. I went to surgery and had to feel as they pulled out38 different bullets.

I was soon discharged, being unable to continue active duty. With nothing left I decided to continue my schooling and went on to get a degree in literature and a couple in the art and entertainment business. It was my way of escaping reality in a sense, by making my own world I could have some semblance of control. I learned everything that I could about anything having to do with television and read everything I could get my hands on.

Not everything was work however, during my time in the university I had bad luck with the opposite sex. I had a total of five girlfriends, four of which dumped me for some other guys, the last however left me for another girl. Suffice to say, I left any romantic notion for much later into the future. It seemed that for every good thing that happened in my life ten bad things always followed.

Despite going to war and my crappy life, I still had a positive outlook on life. I truly believed that if you were good and followed the rules eventually life would get better, maybe not now but in future definitely. It was what got me up in the morning, knowing that no matter how bad my life seemed right now I was slowly working toward my happily ever after, and on my deathbed I would look back and recall all the countless good times I had.

It was the year 2016 when I thought my big break would finally happen. I had just turned 27 when I received a call about a job offer in California that would hopefully propel my carrier by several years. I was going home to celebrate when I came to the sight of a large apartment complex that was currently burning and by the looks of it just started too. It became even more obvious when a mob of people burst through the front doors all coughing from the smoke.

When it appeared that everyone was out and the firefighters would arrive any second we heard a high-pitched scream. A child was still stuck inside the building by the looks of it. I glanced into the crowed and saw some that looked like they wanted to help but were to hesitant. I being the fool I was ran straight toward the burning building.

It was just my luck that I found a small girl huddled in a corner clutching her head on the last floor of the seven story apartment. She was barefoot, her yellow dress looked blackened by soot, and her blond hair looked singed. Thinking quickly I went up to her trying to get her to calm down so we could escape. She glanced up at me briefly before she threw herself at me, clutching my shirt in her tiny hands. Seeing more flames I went into the bathroom of a nearby room before soaking our clothes in water, a poor attempt to protect ourselves from the flames. Thinking more on it I shed my jacket and wrapped it around the little girl making sure to cover as much as her body as I could. I carried her as we headed towards an exit.

She was obviously terrified if her shaking was anything to go by, a distant part of me also realized that she wasn't the only one. Can you blame me though. All I wanted was to go home and celebrate, maybe a bowl of ice-cream or maybe a glass of wine from the bottle that I've been saving for such an occasion. I wasn't exactly brave in my life preferring to always back down from confrontation whenever I could.

Thankfully the staircase I took to get up here wasn't on fire so I tried to run as fast as I could towards them, but as soon as I was in the middle of the hall I heard a creak shortly followed by a snapping sound. This was then followed by a girlish scream, sadly it wasn't from the small child in my arms. I landed on my back with the girl still in my arms.

Luckily she somehow came out of it completely unharmed, seriously not a scratch on her. Unfortunately I wasn't as lucky, no shock there, I immediately felt pain assault my body like a tidal wave. I took a calming breath through the blinding pain and forced myself to sneak a peek at the damage, something I immediately regretted a second later. My left ankle was twisted in the opposite direction, my right leg had a deep cut that was bleeding heavily, but worst of all was the two foot wooden stake covered in my blood that had impaled my stomach.

I briefly went into shock and it wasn't until the small blond started to cry that I snapping out of it. Things didn't look bright for me but maybe she could still make it out.

Trying to calm her down I asked what her name was and after awhile she replied that her name was Mary. Looking at our surrounding I noticed a partially covered door, so dragging myself into the room, leaving a bloody trail as I did, I found the window also open. Taking a quick peek I saw that the firemen were already hard at work trying to put out the fire. I yelled at them to get their attention hoping they could at least get little Mary out. Thankfully I saw that they had a safety net ready for us to jump. At first Mary was reluctant to let go of me, having not let go of my shirt the entire time, but after promising her that I would jump after her she finally jumped.

I felt a little bad at having to lie to her but the fact was that I couldn't really feel my legs anymore, there was also the problem of the stake in my gut. Frankly I was surprised I hadn't bit the dust yet. I didn't have anymore strength in my body anymore so I just slumped against the wall briefly looking around me as I saw the flames going closer to me. My last thoughts before I succumbed to death's embrace were, ' why must everything bad happen to me, haven't I been good all my life. Shouldn't I have deserved at least some happiness. Was everything meaningless in the end.'

Clearly they weren't the brightest of thoughts. So closing my eyes I reluctantly prepared for my life to end, which is why was so shocked when I opened my eyes only to see floating and glowing numbers in an endless void.

365 : 00 : 00 : 00

364 : 23 : 59 : 59

364 : 23 : 59 : 58

It was counting down, to what I do not know but at least it gave me an estimate in how time passed. So I was left all alone with nothing but my bitter feelings and even darker thoughts.

(Time skip)

It's been almost a year now and I've had time to reflect on my past life, something that I have grown to resent. I was no longer the bright and hopeful goody-two shoes, my time spent in the void made sure of that. Now I was everything that I had tried to suppress in my old life. Thankfully I didn't have to wait to long for it to be over since the clock only had a couple of seconds left. I don't know what awaits me, but it is clear that I wouldn't take things laying down any more.

00 : 00 : 00 : 03

00 : 00 : 00 : 02

00 : 00 : 00 : 01

00 : 00 : 00 : 00

Richard POV:

The first thing I noticed as I opened my eyes was that I was on a large bed. The second was the large floating blue screen that read.

Neville Longbottom

Level 1

The Gamer

'Fuck my life,' I thought before succumbing to sleep.

A/N: Thanks for reading, please be sure to leave a comment or suggestions. This is my first fanfic and I would like some feedback to help me write better. Also if anybody is interested in being a beta please be sure to message me.