The Will to Live

by Zero1313

A boy, dying of poison, is given a second chance in another world. There he meets a locale thief and together, they do what they can to survive. Will becoming a Rescue Team help or hinder them? Will they find the truth behind the boy's past? Or will these rumors of a strange organization turn out to be their greatest problem?

1. Prelude

The Will to Live

Prelude

Pain. That's the first and only thing I can remember; white hot pain that felt as if it was progressing through my body. No matter how hard I try that is always the first thing I remember. I cannot recall anything else before then, not my name, nor where I was, nor even who I was, what I looked like and how I came to be in so much pain.

Was I rich or poor?

Did I have a good family or a bad one? Did I even have one?

Was I runaway; and if so, who or what was I running from?

Did I have friends or was I alone?

I may never know. But I can at least tell you what I do know.

As I continued to endure the pain I began to feel a presence as if someone was watching me.

"Please," I tried to call out, "help me."

At first I thought the person didn't hear me but, "It is already too late." Said a voice I did not recognize nor could I even tell if it was male or female.

"There must be something you can do." I managed to croak out.

"I cannot save you." The voice answered back. I began to lose hope but then the voice continued, "But I can give you a new one."

I dared to believe, but I knew there had to be a catch.

When I asked the voice answered, "Does there need to be one?"

"There's always one."

"Perhaps, but does it matter?"

"Depends on what the catch is."

"Well I might need your help with something, but that won't be for a while."

I wanted to think it over or at least I think I did. But the pain was getting so intense that I agree before even getting the chance to think about it.

"Excellent." The voice said sounding pleased with itself.

The presence that I felt left and what little feeling I had left, as well as the pain started to fade.

But before I completely blacked out I felt a new presence, different from the one I felt before.

"I'm sorry," was it or rather he said before I blacked out.

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When I came to I no longer felt any pain, but my body was so sore I couldn't move.

When I tried to open my eyes all I got was a hazy picture of what I thought was my purple right arm.

'Wait, purple?' I thought. 'That can't be right'

Before I could ponder this any further I returned to my dreamless slumber.