(CHAPTER 2: GONE WRONG)
"Where" I opened my eyes, but barely. "Where am I?" Before I could even take a break and gaze around my surrounding, a feet stomp right at my face. I could feel my jaws crushed as my teeth gritted together. Before I could even get used to the bone crushing pain, I was kicked once again in the back, flinging me out like a football. "Get back to your place bitch!!" I could hear someone screaming behind me, pretty sure is the one who just kicked me. "Sleeping in front of my darn shop!"
"Why dare you." I stood up from the floor, I am weak, but I am positive that I should be stronger than I ever imagine. Just like the old days and the old way. I should've kick this guys ass in no time.
But I was wrong.
"So you could still stand up huh?" Upon seeing me in one piece, he grab me by my head and lifted me up. I kicked, I struggled, I punched, and it seems nothing could work. He landed a few punches on me, that feels like being nuke by a napalm, before tossing me out once again. "Never come back. And if you dare, Imma kill you and hang you at my shop! Puny shit!!" I could hear him cursing under his breath before finally leaving, leaving me alone in the cold damp alley.
After making sure that maniac is long gone, I reached for my pocket, where my Recall crystal should be placed, in case of emergency. "I would kill that asshole once I return." I cursed with all my might. "I would kill him over and over again, who do you thought he was? Treating his creator like this." I touched something stiff and my pocket, and pulled it out.
Finally, revenge.
But it was no Recall crystal. Just a dumb stale bread, almost at the brink of turning into a concrete slab. I tried to lift myself up from the ground, but barely, my hands felt like spaghetti, as if I haven't eat for days. With my last shred of dignity, I swipe away the dirt and murky water away from my body. "What the hell just happened?" I rub the back of my head, still in pain from all that tossing. Just then I realized something.
Something furry, it was moving. "Ehhhhhh!?" I rushed towards a puddle of water at the ally and through the reflection I could see the new me. A boy, somewhere at his fifteens, with a huge brown ear amongst my wine red hair that acts like a real one. I pinch it softly with the tip of my finger. "Ow." I felt a stinging pain, looks like it really was real. I am a pale skinny boy, seems like I've taken air for three times a day. My eyes are wide and large, with golden pupils that shone like a polished coin. And it was not long before I realize I have a two small fangs popping out from my row of teeth. And wearing some kind of cloak make out of a rough fabric, feels like fleas are partying on every inch of my skin all time. There is a fucking hole at my short's butthole, where a furry dog tail popped out.
"What have I become." I thought, staring at myself. "Shit just gone out of control real quick." My thought messes up, this is totally out of my expectation. Someone must've sabotaged my reincarnation process, and sent me to this hell!
There are no slutty elves.
No overpowered hero to save the day.
No waifus surrounding me all time.
No domination the nation and conquering the world.
No becoming the strongest of them all.
There is just me, a nobody, that somehow ended up here.
With no way back.
"I should've listen to Alex." With those words in mind, I headed out the alley and into the streets, seeking for more information about this godforsaken world. Hiding my ears under my cloak, because from the words of that maniac, beings of my kind are not such a Mr popular here.
I walk on the streets, with people of all kind passing by me. The date is indeed set right though, it seems I am somewhere at a medieval age, but except from that everything is messed up. This world is in post war, with two sides against each other's throat. There are the Humans, beings with extreme intelligence but not so good physical abilities. Who upon these years fight back by claiming having the help of God on their side upon these years. And the Beast's, demons and monsters of all kinds, shaped and forms. Vampires, undead zombies, witches, skeletons and werewolves looks like I've win an all in one jackpot.
And there is me.
An unfortunate birth, an satanic relic of the war. A half breed, placed at the lowest tier of all beings, people would kill us with no mercy like squashing a bug. Boys and girls who've done nothing wrong. And yet being crushed by the tension of society, with words like unholy and dirty to describe us. We are not being accepted by the human society, and yet had no choice but to stay within it. And from the war declaration poster that seems to be all around, this world is basically a gigantic piece of land, pierced into three main parts. The Sun, which humans mostly settled down, and where I am currently at right now. The Moon, located at the other side, a place where sun never rises or sets, a place where the Beast settles and preys. The Star, small half breed clan scattered all across the map. And that is all the information I could get from a fucking war pamphlet, what did you expected, my knowing to this world is hazzy.
As I walked past street after street, alley after alley, I finally settle down. Crouching against a wall and pulled out that stale bread, my wall of dignity crumble. Under the threat of hunger and tired, I gobble it down, before drinking rain water that rolls down the rusty pipes. As I enjoy my dinner a sudden bitter sour feeling emerges from my soul, a god, a creator, the all knowing and all being me has dropped into such suffering.
This is all going wrong.