Alexanders head was quiet, no thoughts crossed themselves like he had seen in movies about his entire life flashing before his eyes. He only thought about a single thing. His brother. What would happen to him now? Would the country keep their promise and continue the therapy? Very unlikely, as oppressive military dictatorships rarely tend to say the truth. However he had tried to help and so he hoped that his brother could forgive him for his failure...
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Would Sebastian ever know that his brother was dead? His assignment was permanent with no return, perhaps he never would. Perhaps... its even better that way.
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'Mom... Dad... I am sorry I couldn't take care of him' he thought bitterly ready to be taken by the black.
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Grandfather might also be disappointing in him, he also looked up at the great man...
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Yes he gets it he is a failure can we get to the dead part please?
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Hey death we are waiting here
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'Was zum Teufel?'
What is this? Why wasn't he already in the unending dark?Why could he still think? What was going on? He tried to move even the slightest but quickly discovered that he couldn't. His eyes also didn't move nor did his tongue when he tried to speak. What the fuck was going ooo...-
Warmth...
Suddenly something changed as if someone had flipped a switch. He felt warmth all over his, well whatever was left, body. It felt like laying close to a fire under the free nightsky, like he used to together with his brother. Suddenly the warmth was aided with something... soft and comforting.
'Never thought death could be so nice...' he murmured thinking it might be a hallucination from the lack of oxygen. Then he felt something fuzzy touch his back, wrapping itself like a blanket around him. Whatever was happening right now, he didn't care anymore. If death was so gentle then he might as well enjoy his last moments. The entire stress of his now ended life was gone, reduced to atoms.
Well... until he felt something rumble bellow him. Emphasis on felt as he could still hear not a single thing. It was like... the purr of a cat who was sleeping on your chest he guessed with the same calming effect.
'Don't tell me that death has a pet.' he thought, shivering on the inside at the thought of a skeleton or zombie cat. The rumbling however was not constant but seemed to be longer or shorter, sometimes stronger sometimes weaker. All in all you could say he was confused as fuck.
That didn't change when he felt something soft press against his cheek... yeah now this was getting weird and we are not yet considering the fact that the 'blanket' was slightly moving.
Then however he suddenly felt something touch his forehead and he was out like a light. Just like that as if he just had his neck snapped or something. Weirdly enough he still felt warm though even though he couldn't think anymore... if that makes any sense.
He was in that state for quite some time until he was suddenly able to collect his thoughts again.
'What the fuck was that' Alexander thought. Did he just fall asleep IN DEATH?! Whatever it was he felt... stronger now, if that makes any sense. As if he gained strength he didn't know he was lacking. Using whatever energy he could muster up he tried to move... move even the SLIGHTEST bit but couldn't. It felt as if he was paralyzed by something... or rather someone he noted as the rumbling continued again. This time however, whatever was bellow him moved slightly.
'Hold on... is that PILLOW FUCKING ALIVE?!' A voice screamed inside his head.
As if sensing his distress the movement suddenly stopped and he felt something touch his cheeks again. He would have recoiled if he could but was unable to anything but feel something fuzzy stroke along his other one. The rumbling continued as he felt exhausted. Great so the trip of movement took more energy out of him than he had thought. Knowing there was no other way he had to try to fall asleep again which proved to be no problem as something had touched his forehead again...
… 'Huh?' was the most intelligent and appropriate thing Alexanders head could come up with. Don't blame him though he didn't wake up himself but that weird fuzzy thing bellow him did. However as he focused himself on the rumbling he noticed something quite deaf sounding around him.
"… thought of … adorable...-"
'Wait... thats a voice!' he almost screamed inside his head and what was that? Adorable? What the shit was it talking about? Listening to the voice more but this time at the height he concluded that it was while still dull sounding higher than one of a guy. So whoever was speaking to him right now was female... or a kid great so death was maybe a child now? Whatever. Then silence came again as the movement stilled, knowing he couldn't do much more he went right back to sleep.
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"... that you have grown so much..." he heard the voice again. This time he could hear it clearly easily identifying it as a woman. "At the age of 4... you fill me with such pride..." a sigh of contentment filled the air.
'What? 4 Years? First of woman I am 26 and second WHO THE FUCK A-...'
"Oh... have we become a little excited?" the voice spoke in a warm to motherly tone.
Knowing if he would try to struggle again he might as well throw his strength out of the window this instant he focused on something else. His eyes. It felt as if they were sealed shut with flex tape (too bad he didn't have any on his ship or the solar panels would have been repaired instantly). He focused his entire energy on that simple process of opening them and oh boy... it felt like moving a tank... who had the brake on... without any tracks... and extra armor plating... which was a Maus.
After several attempts he focused on regaining his breath... well if he could do that because if there was something that he PERHAPS should have noticed earlier was that he didn't breathe... like at all. Panic broke out as he tried his best to gain even smallest bit of air but still no reaction of his body... well except for a large amount of pain to form in his chest.
Suddenly he felt something touch the back of his head. "Is something wrong little one?" she unnervingly asked.
'Nooooo everything is just a-okay why do you ask. And for reference I am not little I AM FUCKING 1.90 meters big!' he shouted thinking back about his time in school when he was 5feet 9inches and seemingly invisible for girls at his age. He had his growth spurts later but it seemed to not matter anymore, as he died a virgin after all.
She however didn't seem to care as she instead focused on putting that fuzzy something on his back.
"Hush now."
Focusing his entire strength he finally managed to snap his eyes open for a moment... and by the holy shitstained toaster...
'FUUUUUCK!' was all he heard as his eyes burned extremely even after shutting them. Reacting to this he instantly felt something cover his eyes.
"By the sun you can not open your eyes yet young one!"
'WELL THANKS FOR THE INFORMATION' he wanted to shout at her but he was silent as a mouse. A single drop of liquid went down his cheek, the weight feeling like it was made out iron.
As soon as this happened something seemed to click in whoever was talking to him. His entire freaking body was suddenly enveloped in that weird blanket again as he felt something rub his cheek.
"I am so sorry young one, I should have known you were trying to see your glorious mother."
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MY FREAKING WHAT?! He thought before something touched his forehead making him black out AGAIN.
Alexander groaned as he was knocked out cold so often in a row. His cheek felt sore, probably from the constant rubbing so he moved his mouth slightly to ease it...
WAIT I MOVED! His eyes snapped open by instinct making him want to wince as he didn't want to go through the pain again only for nothing to follow. Hesitatingly he opened them again to see fire... A freaking world of fire. Looking around he saw nothing but orange and red in the sky with something close to resembling a burning inferno at the bottom of them...
Them you might ask? Oh yeah you remember that weird blanket he kept talking about which covered his stomach? Yeah turns out that were a pair of wings...
'OH SHIIIIIII!' he tried to shout, but all that came out was a squeak. Yes I am serious a squeak. Like the sort of squeaky toy that made your dog go crazy, which you kept on fake throwing until he finally bit you in the dick as revenge... oh yes I am getting of the point already don't worry.
Hearing a quiet moan bellow him he tried to move even the slightest but couldn't. Turning down he saw a blanket of light orange to white... fur? He guessed judging by the feel on his skin and the size difference... hold up fur on a fiery surface? Second question FIERY SURFACE?!
"Ahhhh good morning I see you are already awake." the voice was as gentle as ever. He in the meantime was far too occupied to try to see who has been tormenting him the last few... days? He wasn't so sure anymore
As if noticing his struggle he heard a light female laugh.
"Cease you attempt young one, it is time you finally see your mother in all her well deserved glory." before he could think about her declaring herself as his mother again he was suddenly turned around by... something he guessed. However he would have wished for his sanity that this wouldn't have happened.
"Hello young one, my name is Daybreaker and I am your mother."