3 Sight

*Gasp*

Alexander gasped as he awoke to the sight of an unfamiliar yet familiar ceiling. He sat up quickly and surveyed his environment to find that he was no longer in the white space with nothing. He was now in a little room, laying on a small bed. There room a window to the side and a wardrobe with a mirror opposite it, with a messy looking desk against the wall.

He quickly got off the bed, be it awkwardly as though he was unfamiliar with his body. He slowly made his way to the mirror.

There reflected in front of him was. A 6'0 or 6'1 , shirtless light skinned male with short curly hair and a taper fade on his sides. He had the promised physique of a swimmer, he had defined muscle.

He looked just like a more mature, more intimidating version of himself. However, there were two things that caught his attention.

First was the tattoos on his body. They didn't seem like any regular tattoos. They seem to serve a purpose. There was a small pentagon like tattoo on his chest. And then there are some tattoo runes on his collar bones. And other runes on his rib cages.

Lastly, what stood out the most. In fact, it was the thing he had noticed. It was his eyes. They were different from before. Previously, he had hazel eyes. Now, his right eye was hazel, while the left eye was a golden yellow. It was noticeable but not too noticeable.

While he was looking into his eyes, he was hit with a painful headache.

"Ahhg" he cried, falling to the floor into the fetal position.

Suddenly, his head was cramped, full of information and knowledge. He saw and lived everything his body had. As he got the promised perks and an extra gift or curse. He also somehow got to know that the story/ cannon was starting in 2 years. Not that he cared.

When the headache final stopped. Alexander or rather Alexander Jager got up. Nothing had changed physically, but his eyes were different now. If previous his eyes were innocent and naive, now his eyes were dangerous and intense. His whole demeanour had changed.

Thorught, the memories he had learnt that he was still an orphan, but he had a family. He was the last of the Jagers. A family of hunters with a long and bloodstained history. His had moved from Germany to America and fell for his mother giving birth to him. His mother died in a freakish fire when he was only six, and his father, driven mad by her death, had been on the hunter for a "yellow eyed bastard". while teaching everything he needed to know to be a hunter.

Until he died when he was only 16, ever since then he had been living as a student. Using scholarships to get by. But he never forgot his father's teachings or his grudge. He would get revenge for his father. 

His father had not been the best father, but he was a great father. He was not cruel or wicked. He was tough when he had to be and soft when possible. Most importantly, despite the colour of his eyes being a constant reminder of what he had lost and to whom he had lost it to. He never, not once too out his anger or pain on him.

He was 19 now. He graduated from college in 2 years just in time for the cannon, though he didn't care. He would use this time to finish college and solidify the knowledge he had just gained.

Then go hunter the yellow eyed bastard.