A gaping wound at the top of the head...
Neyaro kept his eye shut yet he was still somehow alive, defying all logic and laws of science.
The hole on the top of his head was quite peculiar. It stretched the length of his entire head but was only an inch deep. It was as if a pullet scratched dug through his forehead at the very top and left from the back.
His brain matter and dark hair were scattered all over the terrace floor. His blood poured out like a fountain and saturated around his body like a crimson pool.
He wore a black wife beater with comfy red pajamas that camouflaged with the pool of red.
His crimson mottled body, the pool of the blood and scattered brain matter was enough to make most people faint at just tha sight of it.
It looked like a murder scene, no a horror movie set.
But despite his gruesome state, Neyaro's face was blank. Where shoud've been a grimace were calm lips that only moved to repeat a single sentence.
"Who am I?"
Did the brain truama cause by the hole in his head turn Neyaro into a broke record tape that kept repeating the same phrase again and again?
But how was he alive at all? His face was pale, the viens that wrapped around his lean muscular body had turned blue under the skin.
Yet his youthful faceremained passive lacking any reaction. His jawline remained sharp and hair silky.
He wasn't too handsome like a model, but no sane person would ever call him ugly.
But looks aside what was up with his state? Could he look any more horrific?
Oh yes he could, despite him being in a state of near death. Or well almost entirely dead. He still wasn't doing anything too scary.
Just reciting a single question does sound creepy in theory but be did it back to back to back so many times without doing anything else that it was just annoying at this point.
A few more times and some people with morbid humour might find this sight funny. What weirdos haha!
Who could find a situation like this funny anyway? A guy's brain is blown off without any explanation and yet he is still talking.
Only if he didn't just repeat the same oseudo psychological sentence again and again it would be a bit scary. Maybe doing something different suddenly will also get the same reaction of horror.
Like you know, what if he just snapped his neck or sat up straigh like undertaker or something. That would really be scary!
But then... Something even scarier and crazier happened.
Suddenly the brain matter and blood scattered throughout the terrace floor started to move.
Then it dragged and flowed by itself; back tk where it came from.
Every single skull bone particle, neuron, blood cell, and a billion different things that made the human head work were dragged back to the top of Neyaro's head by an unknown, invisible force.
All of it gathered in one place and coalesced into a ball of mushy blood, flash and bone(s).
The not so uniform ball of brain started levitate up and then sput at great speeds and then turned into a perfect sphere lf red and white.
It then started to stretch and elongated itself to the same size as the long wound in Neyaro's head.
Then the loaf of human meat levitated to reach the exact spot on the man's head and atttached itself on the gaping wound/hole like a load of toothpaste.
Then the matter inside this unholy paste made out of human flesh suddenly started to writh and churn. Some parts of it boiled over while others sunk deeper.
This change happened quick and at an molecular level. Each part of the paste arranged itself against the rest of Neyaros head neatly like a a puzzle that was meant to fit after being properly attached together.
When the process was over, his head was back to how it used to be. Each molecule and atom and properly revisited the spot it previously resided in before the head was cracked open.
It was as if nothing had ever happened to Neyaro and he was just randomly sleeping on the terrace, enjoying the stars that appear after the sunset and dusk.
Well except his hair... His wound was entirely healed buy but there was a massive straight bald spot in the middle of his head now.
I guess whatever power remade his head didn't deem his hair a necessary component.
But just then, his hair started to grow again, it was seemingly just inside the ball of flesh and took time to emerge back.
But just as his hair was growing back, Neyaros eyes shut open and he jerked up to sit straight like undertaker had possesed him.
Wait, it wasn't undertaker, but someone... Or something did actually possess him? How? And why?