Chapter 1
The Nameless One
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"So, this is how I die," I muttered. I lay bleeding. A gunshot wound in my chest and on my legs. I could see people screaming, some calling for the police and some calling for an ambulance.
I was alone. No friends, no family. I'd cut every tie I had.
When did it all begin, I wonder. Was it when I killed a man for the first time or when I saved a life for the first time?
The man I saved and the man I killed were both criminals. Both brought about a deep change inside me.
One dragged me into the gangs. The other chained me there forever.
This was the nature of the streets I called home. I had killed tens of hundreds of people. I had injured more.
But I know from the deepest part of my heart that it all began when I ran away. I abandoned my mother and my sister and ran away from my father.
He was a bad man. An abusive parent, a worse husband. He was a man who I would happily kill but alas, I ran away. I forgot my past and started mingling with the wrong crowds.
And before long, the end of the century came, twenty-five long years passed by in an instant and now I am here.
Bleeding to death.
I closed my eyes as my blood turned the street red. Screams echoed. Sirens wailed.
This was it.
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This is how 'He' died.
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It was cold. The kind of cold that was always present. I can't see anything. It was dark, stretching forever in every direction.
There's nothing here. No ground beneath me, no sky above. Just the cold pressing closer, wrapping around my chest. But somewhere inside that cold, there's something else. A faint feeling of warmth.
I don't know where it's coming from. I reach for it, but my hands don't move. I can't tell if I even have hands anymore. The warmth grows anyway, brushing against my ribs, curling up my spine.
It's strange. I should feel afraid, but I don't. The cold numbs everything, but the warmth keeps me here - keeps me me.
The darkness shifts. I feel it - like the whole void is breathing with me. Something cracks. Light leaks through, soft and gold, blinding against the black. It spills over my face, seeps into my chest.
I feel my heart beat.
And then the cold breaks.
The warmth pulls me forward — and I fall.
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This is how 'He' was Reborn
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