The Sinful Saint

"You want to know how I became a saint?" said the man perplexed.

"Yeah! Everyone calls you that, but no one will tell me why," said the girl yearning to know the reason.

The man went into deep thought. 'Hmm, she wants to know how I became a saint, huh? She might be too young... Ah, whatever.' He thought for a while and decided to share the story. "Alright, but you better not share this story with anyone, promise me that," the man said with a serious tone in his voice and a strict look on his face.

"I promise, I won't tell even mama!" the girl said with a determined look.

"Good! Now where to begin? Hmmmm...." The man thought for a bit scratching his head and finally started the story.

"A long time ago, in a world, unlike this one, lived a boy..."

[Earth: United States of America, 2018]

The morning was bright and beautiful, the birds were chirping, the dew on the grass was glistening.

A boy woke up to a firey pink sunrise shimmering outside his window and got up because he had school today. He stretched to loosen his stiff body before he got out of bed.

Aside from looks, he was a genius in most people's eyes. With an IQ of around 160, he excelled in studies and found high school quite boring because everything was too easy. The only thing that he liked about it was the friends he had there.

Most of his close friends were geniuses as well or people who worked hard enough to be at that level. Most of his classes were taken together with them and they had a lot of fun.

Before leaving for school, he did his daily morning routine. After showering, he went downstairs and got his usual breakfast of a muffin and a banana.

"Why do you always eat a muffin and a banana for breakfast, it's so weird," the boy's sister asked in a mocking tone.

"It's quick and easy, and it tastes good, plus there are a lot of healthy thing in bananas," the boy retorted with an expressionless face and a monotone voice.

The boy ate his meal and completed his routine and left for school. "Have a good day at school honey," the boy's mom said as he was leaving. The boy only gave a notice that he had heard her and left.

The boy arrived at school around eight in the morning. Still tired from staying up till around one in the morning playing video games, the boy lazily drifted to his first class and plopped down at his desk.

The hours at school drifted by like a flowing river, calm but to some boring. That is what the boy thought of school, a calming area, but completely boring with nothing to do or learn.

At lunch, the boy got his usual lunch, which he had gotten every day for the past year. He sat down at the table full of his friends who brought lunches from home and were already happily gorging themselves.

His friends always gave him a hard time because he always did this, unlike the others. His friends were all very diligent students, one, in particular, would do his homework almost immediately after getting it, which the boy found ridiculous.

"Dude, why do you always do your homework right before it's due, hahaha?" said his energetic and amicable friend, Edward.

"I'd rather do other things than do homework. I do it before it's due because I can, simple as that," the boy answered coldly.

"You know that that's a bad habit that you'll regret once you go to college~" Edward added with a grinning smile.

The boy responded again, getting progressively angrier, "What are you, my mom? I don't care, if college is boring then I can just do what I've always done."

"Whatever you say~" Edward responded with a sly grin and a slight snicker.

Lunch finished. As expected, the boy finished his assignment and turned it in on time. He got full marks for it. After this class ended the final class of the day came crawling up. It was the boy's favorite class because there weren't many people in the class and the teacher didn't care if you goofed off as long as you didn't disturb the class. So, the obvious thing for the boy to do was to sleep or play games. Which he did. He decided to play games this time while taking notes for the class as notes were graded.

Near the end of class when the teacher was done writing notes, the other students were studying or doing homework while the boy was playing Solitare because he was so bored.

When the boy was at the height of boredom, a loud explosion-like sound erupted from behind him!

The boy sufficiently startled, ripped his view away from his cards flying away due to the air pressure, to look behind him!

"Wha-What is that?!" screamed one of the girls screaming in surprise and horror.

"Run!!" one of the guys screeched as his voice cracked.

What the boy saw would make most people question whether or not they were dreaming. Looming in front of the boy, there was what the boy recognized to be a wormhole.

The wormhole swirled with a deep azure blue color. There were intermittent violet sparks on electricity as thick as a full-grown man's forearm arcing out of the wormhole creating loud zapping sounds and melted the nearby area that turned a few desks into smoldering rubble. Also, there was a staticky sound resonating from the wormhole overwhelming the boy's ears, which made his head throb.

"Aaaaugh! My head, I gotta get out of here!" another boy yelled out from behind.

While the boy was hypnotized by the sight of the wormhole, the class was thrown into a panic, obviously, and the students were feverishly trying to run away from the wormhole that suddenly exploded into the classroom, destroying the area around it. The boy was ignorant of all the chaos around him, he was too busy being entranced by the supernatural appearance of this wormhole, even though his head hurt worse than a migraine.

Amongst the chaos, the boy thought, 'I wonder if there's anything on the other side of it.'

The boy was well read and knew a lot, covering a wide range of topics. One he was very well versed in was astrophysics. He knew very well that theories predicted that wormholes could connect two points in time and space. The only problem is that they required an immense amount of energy and "exotic" matter to keep them stabilized, which is why scientists hadn't been able to create one yet. This was the main reason for the boy's shock and awe along with the striking appearance of the wormhole.

"It's too late! We can't risk going over there!" said the boy who first yelled to run, still with his voice cracking.

The boy, entranced, was left standing alone in front of the wormhole as everyone else had already run away, including the teacher. This was when the boy looked around and realized he was alone. He didn't know when they left, but they were gone and the only thing that could be heard was the static and zapping of the wormhole as arcs of electricity continued to spray out and melt the surroundings in a beautiful display of destruction.

The boy thought to himself, 'If I go through there, I wonder if I can find something fun to do?'

The only priority for the boy was to find something to quench his boredom, which school and his current life couldn't provide. This wormhole sprouted at a perfect time when he wanted to escape from his endless cycle of boredom. 'I must go through here,' he thought, building up the courage to chance going through the wormhole.

The boy's stomach started to flutter like a swarm of monarch butterflies had just migrated there during mating season. He was extraordinarily anxious but in the same way excited. He could only imagine what amazing things waited for him on the other side of this swirling ocean of mystery.

The boy took a few steps back between the desks and got in position to run into the wormhole. He bent down into the position of a runner. In his head, 'On your marks! Get set! GO!' He sprinted off the starting line and ran as if his life depended on it straight into the wormhole! He somehow dodged the electricity as he entered, probably just got lucky.

He had entered the wormhole, the scene was amazing. Despite the sight being a deep blue color at the entrance, the wormhole was filled with a blaze of colors more beautiful than the best paintings and natural wonders of Earth. If a normal person saw this they would feel like they could stare at it for an eternity, transfixed on the swirling beauty of the colorful lights. However, the boy wasn't an ordinary person, the moment he saw the shower of color he was dazed and overwhelmed by the spectacular light show; in a similar way to how someone is overwhelmed when your mom suddenly opens the blinds in the morning to get you out of bed. He didn't see this as particularly artistic.

This shock didn't last for too long, as he adjusted to the sight and could see what the wormhole actually looked like.

The boy realized that the wormhole wasn't safe in the slightest! Just like the entrance, the interior was filled with arcs of electricity, which were mainly responsible for the dazzling lights and were the width of a full grown man. Cold sweat ran down the boy's back as he felt his life in danger. He was moving along in the wormhole like being carried through an invisible river by the flowing torrent of water. The only difference, this was like a metal kite being dragged through a thunderstorm, where the boy was the kite and the wormhole was the thunderstorm.

ZAP! ZAAAP! ZAP!

Soon after entering the wormhole, the boy was bombarded with a blizzard of lighting. He was thoroughly electrocuted. He could no longer feel pain as the electricity had fried his nerves. His skin was burnt to a crisp and was charred, he had smoke rising from his body to complement the look.

His eyes had gone blind, his ears deaf, all his senses gone. He looked like a fly that had gotten hit by a bug zapper and then barbequed. From the immense strain on the body that had just occurred, it is a miracle that the boy was still alive, but his consciousness was gradually fading away as he continually got zapped by electricity. The last thought that drifted through his mind before he lost consciousness was: 'Am I going to die?'