[hider=Previously, in The Seven Tragedies of Levi...]

With little energy, Levi asked, “What time period? I mean, are we going to end up showing up right before or after he leaves? Or several months or years from then?”
Sophia said, “The Earth governments may have found out about the ship by now.”
“Which is why,” I (Eli, fictional representation of the Worldweaver) said, “we're going to board the ship just after he leaves. It should not cause any more space-time paradoxes or anomalies than we already have.”
“Why don't we go back in time and stop him from meeting Throno?” asked Grik'na.
I said, “You know why.”
Levi answered for me, whispering to Grik'na in a sarcastic manner, “He needs a book to publish.”
“How are we going to accomplish this?” Sora Lynn asked, “Do you happen to own a time ship?”
“You could just teleport us there,” suggested Grik'na. 
I shook my head. “No. If AJ comes back to read we teleported to Cam's ship in the past, he would consider that license to pretty much do whatever he wants. He'll kill everyone and probably hack the book to the point no one could read it. May even destroy my laptop.”
"Like with a virus or something?" asked my MC, Levi.
I shrugged. "Or a hammer."
Sora Lynn stated, “You did not answer my question, my dear.”
I smirked at the character who was based on the beautiful woman I loved. “It's being taken care of as we speak...” 
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[i][b]2 Weeks Later[/b][/i]

Levi McLeod woke up and regretted it the second his eyes were greeted by unwelcome light and his new roommate, Christina, standing in the doorway. This one did not understand the concept of personal space. Fortunately, she wasn't bad on the eyes, and aside from a couple issues, they got along fine. Levi's ears picked up something akin to words, but it was the emotions and energy she gave off that informed him she needed a ride to class.

His empathic ability was not like in the movies or TV shows, what little ones existed depicting such complex natures. It was subtle and easily missed or misinterpreted, but fortunately, Levi was a pretty expert Empath, having been using his emotional intuition for his entire 33-year life.

As he literally rolled out of bed and onto the floor (it was just a mattress), he moaned groggily and nodded, covering his eyes with his forearm and waving her away. "I gotchu."

Turning to leave, the artsy blond nerd closed the door behind her, leaving the light on. After a few seconds of normal morning contemplation and self-evaluation, Levi remembered he was just words on a page.


[hider="FU]
[b]UUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"[/b]
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"Temper, temper," said a British woman sitting on a stool in the corner of his bedroom suddenly.

Levi was wide awake now. He grabbed the curved pocket knife on the floor beside his cellphone and flipped it open as he sat up and crawled back onto the dirty, twin mattress his mother had once stolen from a hotel room in Alabama. His blurred vision cleared and he saw her wide but thin mouth, haughty gaze, and dark blond hair.

"Who in the world are you?" Levi demanded.

The woman smiled thinly. "Guess."

"An Author's Ambassador," he groaned, his blade falling along with hope. "Just kill me," he whimpered.

"Now, now, that's not how a hero of the multiverse behaves, now is it?" 

"Enough," he mumbled, barely looking at her. Then he turned his fiery glare upon her. "Leave me alone! I've only been back, like, two weeks! What in the world do I have to do now? Murder the devil? Overthrow God? Explain corporatism to a socialist?! I'm not a miracle worker!"

The Ambassador crossed her arms over her chest. "You done, mate?"

Levi appeared to melt onto his back as he gave up all care. "What's your name?"

"Correl."

He looked at her, nearly smirking. Correl raised her hand in a warning gesture but it was too late...

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"You went there," Correl said, nodding. 

"You've heard it before?"

"Many times."

Levi shrugged and stood up, stretching as he stepped off his mattress. "Anyway, what did you [i]meme[/i], 'that's why I'm in prison?' I know this city can feel like a prison sometimes, and the fact that I'm a fictional character..."

Suddenly he found himself waking up bound in a straight-jacket on a small cream colored mattress in the padded white room of an insane asylum. He almost started freaking out, but then calmed himself, realizing it would do no good. The Worldweaver was playing God again.

"Alright," Levi said. "What's the story this time? Rescue the girl? Stop an exploding nuclear submarine? Invade a comic book world?"

Correl walked up behind him. "Um no." 

He rocked himself until he was an upright position. "Well what then, Cor?"

Once again, Levi woke up. However, he was not entirely himself, and the only reason he discovered this immediately, was because he suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to burn down a village of innocent children. Oh hell no. Levi leaped out of his overly lavish Warlord-sized bed and stumbled across the oversized bedroom to the garish full-length mirror. The sex appeal he saw in that mirror was nothing short of [hider=sheer devastation.]
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But horror set in quick. And so did the manic screams of an Irish warlord who doesn't like to lose control...

[i]How did ye...? Who the...? Get outta me head! Get outta me body! Whoever ye are, ye blimey git! Wait a second... Ye're the moron who got me shot! How do I even remember...?[/i]

Levi collapsed to his knees before the mirror, his face quivering with terror and anguish. "No," he murmured. D'ren Connor McDonnell's body toppled over as Levi began to cry, nearing a fetal position, which was fitting since he was naked except for a pair of boxers. Hearing the sobbing and wailing and occasional punching of the floor, two concubines burst into the room, ready to assist their lonesome master.

The elven mistress knelt down to cradle him while the reptilian demoness poured some water and brought it to him. But Levi flung it away and scrambled to his feet, reaching for the nearest weapon, a scimitar hanging on the wall near the mirror. 

However, all of this drama did not last long, as an orange orb crashed through the second story window, being assailed by flaming arrows and fireballs and bullets from the guards outside. Levi nodded to the moderately damaged device and walked toward it, not really caring what it did to him, as long as it removed him from his current predicament.

It did, and it didn't.

When he discovered to no longer be in [i]hell[/i], the man was relieved, but he still heard the maniac that was D'ren, and vowed that if he ever actually met his maker, he'd beat the ever-loving snot outta him. Pushing the anger aside, Levi tried to look calm and collected as he wiped his reddened, puffy eyes. They were green now, he knew; no longer brown. The light in this bright room affected him more than it would have his darker eyes. No wonder D'ren kept everything so subdued - he had sensitive eyes. Well, that and he was a sociopathic punk rocker wannabe.

Levi looked down at his near-naked body. It wasn't until now he recalled the scars that marked more than 60% of the warlord's body. There was even one blade scar crossing his face, diagonally from the top of his right brow to the bottom of his lower left jowl. He scratched his five o'clock shadow and sighed, fidgeting nervously as he looked at the strangers in the room.

"So...my name is Levi, and I'm not insane."