The body carved by god.
Summery: The moment, he committed suicide. He thought he dreamed all that up...well it turned out, he didn't. Now, he was in an unknown world, looking some badass guy and he had the body of a robot. People, in this world believe he's some kind of alien, and since his past life sucked. He was rolling with it.
Inspired by the amazing manga, Inu Yashiki. ( I am so hyped for the anime that is coming in 2018!) which I do not own.
I do not own Skip Beat.
Enjoy!
What is life?
People say, life is was what you make of it, when in reality, it was decided the moment you were born into this world.
If you were born into a stinking rich family, than life was mostly likely going to be easy for you without any hurdles.
If you were born in a poor family, you most likely, going to have to struggle to the very end.
Those who were born with a natural charisma, would natural rise up in the world.
If you were born with an average or lower than average looks, than the chances of you, going to the entertainment world and becoming famous through that sector was very small, because let's face it, how many popular actors do you know, out there that you didn't think was hot? Or was wasn't sporting a godly sexy shape or a rock hard, six pack?
How many of them were only used for comedy?
Those who had talent, in a particular sector would naturally succeed in that sector, so what happens when your born with no talent, lower than average look's and wasn't smart enough to be seen as one of the elites?
Andrew Tavis, had already seen his life before he even reached 20 but he still kept going, believing the bull spewing the television had preached that, everybody, could accomplish their dream's if they tried hard enough.
He had wanted to be a writer, despite being told time and time again that he had no talent, but he still pressed on, desperate to get one of his book's published, but soon he ran out of money and had to borrow in order to self publish, his book.
When he did and started giving out his books, he was in for quiet a shock.
The people that did take his book, read one line and when they thought he wasn't looking, they threw it in the trash, he didn't really sell any book's for day's and the loan sharks were soon on his tail for the money he burrowed from them.
He was kicked out of his apartment, because he couldn't afford the rent.
Now jobless, starving and running for his life, all he wanted, was to achieve his dream but life seemed to hate him.
But that wasn't what made him, give up on life.
It was seeing those who used to be his fellow classmate's walked by, recognise him and look down on him like he was trash, because he reeked of unemployment.
Without his dream, he had nothing, he was one of those orphans that people only cared about if they were children's and apparently starving like in those ads on t.v.
Nobody cared about an adult sized orphan that was starving.
they would just say, get a job to put food into your mouth.
Nobody, would miss him if he was gone, and living meant he would eventually be caught and his life would become hell.
He had to face it, his life was destined to be shitty the moment he was born, if he had the power to, he would like to be able to change lives, so nobody else could have such a shitty life like him or worse.
He wondered what awaited for him on the other side?
He jumped of the bridge, ignoring the gasp from people who happened to be passing by as he plunged head first to his death with a smile.
Maybe god, would allow him to reincarnate into something none-human? Because being a human was shitty.
His vision went black, as he hit the water hard, enough to break his neck.
Subject died of neck injury, caused by falling on our cloaked ship. Must fix this.
He woke up and realised he was back on the bridge, and it was night time.
Had he, day dreamed about committing suicide, all day?
His leg's buckled under him, but he wasn't prepared for how far he would go or how long the drop to the floor would actually be, as he actually managed to get dangerously to the edge.
What the?
He looked down to find himself in black jean's but his legs were ridiculously long.
How shit, did he grow?
He tried to get up and almost tripped, having under-estimated how far his legs went and had manged to wobble into a safe position, like a new born calf.
While he was doing it, he noted the bandaged that were loosely dangling on his arm's and around his neck, even his arm's had become longer when he tried to reach for what was around his neck, but when he pulled them, they all grow longer instead of ripping apart.
It seemed they were actually attached to his body, he was wearing a ripped black shirt that he had never seen before in his life, that was doing wonders on his skin.
He could just feel the expensive material on his body.
He just had to take a look at himself, to find out what was going on with his body.
But... if only there was a way, for him to get to the river without somebody spotting him and reporting him to the loan sharks.
*Click*
What was that clicking sound?
He dared to look behind him and was shocked, to find, what suspiciously looked like a jet pack growing out of his back.
Wha-
Blast off.
"FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!" He yelled, as he was blasted thousands of mater's in the air, while he prayed he would live, when he finally came down.
He flow from right to left, if you had looked up at night and had really good eye sight, you would have seen a man flying in an out of control manner, like a rag doll.
"LET ME DOWN! FUCK!"
The machine stopped working and retracted back in his back, he gave a sigh of relief, before he realised just how high he was.
"Shit!" He yelled, as he began to fall.
He than proceeded to scream like a little girl, as he plummeted to his doom.
So this was how, he was going to finally die?
Death by jet pack?
What a cool death.
His body hit the ground.
Hard
He was still alive.
He had fallen thousands of feet and was still breathing, he couldn't believe it.
He was completely fine, when he managed to get up.
What on earth happened to him?
Was he really just a soul, that had yet to realise he had died?
Was he in the world of soul's, so that people couldn't die?
That was the only thing that made sense, as he got off and noticed, he was near the river down below, which came as a surprise to him but, the shock's didn't stop there.
Instead of having a under average looking face with bags under his eyes and messy short blond hair that really needed some taking care of, staring back at him, instead he saw, a very tall young man with grey small eyes, one half of the eyes, was covered by messy long black, flat hair.
His first thought after seeing this was.
Who was this dangerous looking yet sexy young man, in front of him!?
He had no idea that the image in front of him looked exactly like a fiction character, in the world he would later find out wasn't his own, named Cain Heel.
He turned his head and the reflection did the same.
Was this really him!?
He touched his head, the reflection did so too.
He touched his chin, the reflection did so too.
Hold on.
He felt his chin, it felt rougher in a certain place and bumper.
Was that a button?
No way.
He pressed it and he almost bent over from the shock when his head literally split into different pieces and right in the middle, was this a shiny black ball on what looked like a pole.
"WHAT THE HELL!?" Not wanting to believe his eyes, what happened to his brain!? What was this thing in his head and why did he look like this!?
Just than something big and round floated down stream in front of him, it was split in half but the most disturbing thing, about it was, that the mould in both halves' were in the shape of a human.
The same shape that was now his own.
He took a step back in shock.
Had he been inside that thing!?
What the hell happened to him, and was he even human anymore!?
Just than his right hand transformed into a flame thrower and fire actually came out of it.
"HOLY SHIT!" He struggled to put it out, how was he supposed to turn this blasted thing off!
After a minute, he finally managed to turn the thing off and he felt mentally tired.
He took several breather's, before looking back at the arm, that he saw transform.
Curiosity over took him instead of fear.
He wondered...
His left arm went to his right, and he tried to pull the skin apart, but instead of seeing it stretch like normal skin, it actually split apart, inside were wire's and a bunch of glowing light's.
Just like a machine.
He quickly left go and that piece of skin, clipped back into place.
He couldn't believe it.
He was a robot.
.
.
So what was real?
He had memories of being Andrew Tavis, but had those memories being fabricated, so that he could feel more human?
Or had he really been a human being, stuck in a robots body?
Which was the real him?
And did that mean, he didn't have to continue the role as Andrew Tavis, anymore?
"HELP!" Shouted a little girl's voice, that he suddenly could hear, when no kid was around. "THE FIRE IS TOO HOT DADDY! IT HURTS!"
"LAUREN, DADDY IS GOING TO GET YOU OUT! HE PROMISES. JUST, PLEASE HANG ON!" Shouted a desperate male voice.
Would you ignore, such a cry for help?
It was basic human nature to help other's.
He stood up and before he know what was happening, that jacket pack in his back, was out of his back and if it wasn't for the fact, his shirt was already ripped, it would have been ripped.
And he was off, he wobbled like crazy but the fact that this was his second time flying, had helped a lot with his balance, and his body quickly learned how to control it.
He didn't know how but he could locate, were the voice's were coming from, and blasted in that direction, the feeling of flying was amazing and he landed in some neighbourhood that he had never seen before, even though it was ten minute's away from the bridge.
He saw the ring of smoke not that far from him and ran, not noticing he didn't have any shoe's on, when he arrived, he didn't feel an ounce of tiredness in his body.
In front of him was a scene of flame's, as fireman did everything they could, to calm the flame's and lot's of people were circling around the scene, the flame's and noise attracting them.
One man with black hair, had tear's in his eyes, his little girl had been screaming to be let out and by the defeat on the fireman's faces, it was clear the girl would be long gone before the flames finally died.
They were all clearly thinking, about how to comfort the father, when it was all over.
And as he watched, the flames roar, his body moved, nobody saw him jump into the house of flame's, until it was too late.
The hotness of the flames certainly reached him, but it didn't burn his skin like he expected, and before he know it, he was right through the front door.
With new confidence, that he wouldn't actually die if he touched the flame's, he went to find the little girl, listening to the sound of heavy breathing, and running in that direction.
He soon found a girl who couldn't be no more than eight, cowering in a corner, as flame surrounded her, she had burns on her body as she cried, wanting to be let out and away from the hotness of the flame's.
He approached her and said. "Hang on, I'm getting you out of here"
His sudden voice and lift, was enough to make anyone jump as he picked her up, realising quickly he was surrounded by flames, that could kill the little girl.
He had no idea, that a metal eye thing, had popped out from his head, raced down to see the flames before turning to the girl to assess her, the little girl just stared at the strange thing looking at her with wide eyes, before it disappeared.
Oh, to hell with it.
The girl was going to die even if he didn't move, so he took a leap of faith, he didn't know he was surrounded by a blue glow that was around both of them, as he leap into the sea of flame's, and rushed to the front door.
The girl was looking at him with wide eyes as he preformed the superhuman feat, you could just see the absolute shock on people's face's as something large came out of the flame's.
Once it cooled down, it was revealed to be that man who had foolishly jumped into the house of flame's and in his arm's, was an unharmed little girl who had somehow come out untouched despite her mark's seconds ago.
It shouldn't have been even possible for the girl to survive and yet her she was unharmed as if she wasn't in a sea of flames a second ago.
"L-Lauren?" The father said.
"DADDY!" The little girl said, seeing her daddy and running to him, what followed next was a touching scene of a father reuniting with his little.
The little girl was assaulted with kisses, as he got up, completely unharmed, but his shirt was gone leaving his trousers' that was burned to his knees.
"Daddy, Mr Alien saved me!" The little girl said, "He protected me from the flame and he had this really big and weird eye on his forehead, that made me feel good. It was really cool"
Mr Alien?
But before the Police could be called to question him, he got the strong feeling he should get out of there and fast.
Who knows what they would do if they catch him, many would like to know how he survived without a single burn and that meant hospital and research lab's.
Yeah, he would rather not be a test subject...
He began to run.
"WAIT!" People called after him and chased him, but for some reason, they couldn't catch up.
The guy was as fast as hell and when he was far enough from them, and he was sure nobody was following. The jet pack in his back sprung to life, when he thought about flying and he shot up into the sky, hovering over the city landscape.
It really, wasn't an area he was familiar with.
Was he even in the same world?
.
.
Did he just extend a little girl's, life?
Had he changed, her fate?
Did he actually help, somebody?
He began to chuckle, feeling useful for once in his life, damn, even the tear's won't come.
"Mr Alien, huh? Not, bad."
And scene!
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