Crosby Vizio was a twenty-four-year-old college graduate when he lost everything....
His pet had died at the beginning of the month, then his Grandpa followed four days later. He walked the graduation stage, collected his diploma, but up in the stands of proud parents was his father, clapping for his son, and his mother, glaring disapproving daggers at him. In his navy blue suit, golden tie, cap, and gown, this was supposed to be a moment of joy...
Later that night, he broke up with his significant other, his heart broken and his voice coming off as emotionless, frigid in tone. For the remainder of the month, he worked, barely slept, and kept his nearby TV on. He barely ate, only enough to keep himself from passing out. However, one summer night, everything changed. The lack of sleep was catching up to him, as was the lack of food consumption.
As he dropped his keys onto his nightstand, he collapsed, hitting the floor with a thud. In his fall, he had bumped the stand for the Box-TV that had been precariously balanced. It teetered, wobbled, and finally found itself leaning past the point of no return, falling onto Crosby's head with a loud crash. It took weeks for people to notice his absence. That came when his obituary appeared in the bottom section of the newspaper. Blood had been found, but never his body. It finally dawned on him... he'd been alone, utterly forgotten, and left to... die?
A feminine whisper of a voice seemed to swirl around his body. "Was I... too late?" Mournfully spoke the voice. However, it was then that the sensation of crackling electricity, or was this magic? Began to strike his nerves. It honestly didn't matter what it was; it was triggering flashbacks... dark flashbacks of Crosby's traumatic past. All of these flashbacks were once buried memories that once fueled a hatred unknown to and unlike anything the depths of the underworld could hope to muster.
The woman and her assistant backed away in horror as the once lifeless body before them began to yell with an anger that had never been felt in such a volume. His body convulsed on the stone flat-top he'd been laid upon as his new body came back from the brink of death...