This beginning section is not going to be very well written. I have no Idea how to write driving without it seeming like statements.
There will be a lot of cursing in this fic, like the overbearing kind that someone writes who thinks saying it is cool. Because this is my reincarnation, and I curse far more than I should. It will go down with time, and as the story goes on.
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Monday, February 24, 2025
"Bye! Thanks for the ride!" The boy heard as his friend exited his car, grabbed his backpack, and closed the car door."
The boy put his phone down and began to head out of his friend's driveway. Soon driving a solid thirty mph, the boy's thoughts began to drift on the familiar route.
'I wish the Shadow Realm arc was longer, and it seemed the chapter got even shorter than the last time I stacked.' The boy came back to attention with the honking of a horn. Quickly looking around to make sure it's not his fault, he calms down. Soon enough, he looks towards the radio to change the channel.
The honking soon got more frantic, forcing the boy to look up. Only to see an out-of-control bus heading his way, nearing sixty mph.
The boy only had the time for his eyes to widen before the bus crashed straight into him. Soon, after he was smacked into the vehicle behind him.
"Ahh." he didn't even have time to scream as his head bounced from the head of his seat to the wheel multiple times. Some of the glass shards from the broken windows stabbed his body, leaving a bloody and gruesome display. The gas tank broke soon to igniting the entire car.
The lit up in flames, starting slowly and soon turning into a raging inferno. The seats of the car began to melt, everything was burning.
"Aggh." The boy began to choke on the smoke, the pain bringing back his recoiling mental faculties. 'It hurts. But even then..' The boy's eyes began to slowly open, the overwhelming pain felt muted due to his drowsiness.
'The fire... It's beautiful.' The boy laughed even as he choked. 'I can't believe it. I've never really been impressed by scenery, and yet, the first thing I feel that appreciation for is the thing that's killing me.' The boy allowed his body to go limp.
'If I survive would probably be months of painful recovery, and I just don't care for it. I guess I've always been a bit weak-willed.' The boy began to close his eyes as he felt his body letting go.
'I'm sorry, Mom and Dad.'
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The boy opened his eyes in a world of shadows. There was nothing all around before he was once more consumed by pain, but this time it was far deeper.
The boy opened his mouth, but he could not scream. The pain felt like it was ripping through his very being. It was too painful that he could not think, yet it felt like it had gone on for days or even months. Only once the pain stopped did the world around him change once more.
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[You have slain a Dormant Beast, Jon]
[Your Shadow Grows Stronger]
The boy was shocked awake by the ringing sounds of the spell. The boy attempted to thrash around, yet his movements were different; his body was not a physical one.
"God, I hate this part of the job." A gruff voice sounded from the side of the bed.
'Wait, what? Didn't I die? And what the hell was that pain?! And was that the fucking Nightmare Spell?!'
The boy tried to move towards the military man to get his attention. It was vastly different; his movements felt fluid, but it wasn't even a good description. It felt like he was moving in a four-dimensional space. He could move up, down, left, right, forward, backward, yet he could also move outward and inward. It also felt like he was moving through different layers; it was complex, yet he was still able to make it to the military man.
He would not look toward him. He did not notice him, and only now did the boy truly figure out what he was.
He was a shadow.