Jordan held up a hand to his face, eyes stretched wide as he felt hot sticky blood. His hand slowly glided to the right, and he felt the familiar touch of cool metal. "It's been so long since I last…" He whispered, shaking his head. He knew that he would have been fated with having to do it again, eventually, and didn't even bother to finish his statement.

"But I just don't get it. What are you going on about?" The figure looming over him said, smirking at him, with Jordan cowering at his feet. Jordan's usual leather jacket lay torn into little shreds, ripped apart by the angel trying to end Jordan's life.

He honestly wasn't sure how he managed to get into his current predicament. Perhaps it was because he had questioned why the angel had one black wing, and one white one, as well as a dull-colored halo. Of course, he forgot that he wasn't supposed to be able to see the angels, and in turn, he had been sought out by that angel, because Jordan apparently wasn't supposed to be able to see him.

"One day I'll see you again, long past after this body has rotten, rotten even with this metal." Jordan stated simply, adjusting the red tie that had managed not to be ripped along with his jacket.

John scratched his head in confusion. "What? That makes no sense, though."

"Why don't you just answer me, Mr. Angel."

The angel grimaced deciding to at least answer him due to the fact that he was probably going to die soon. "It's John, not Mr. Angel." He paused thinking about what to say. "I was deemed worthy enough to be an angel. One of your kind disrupted the process, trapped me in this state of agony." He spat out the last few parts. "It hurts more than you think…"

Jordan felt pity for the half-angel (which was probably the best term for the odd case), before he remembered the fact that John would probably also be the cause of him leaving the body he had loved for so long.

"I'm more than just a cyborg." Jordan said nonchalantly, swiping his slightly green hair to the side.

"Oh?" John said, even though he saw Jordan as nothing but trouble.

To be honest—Jordan had never been so settled in a body. It was always him dying mere months after his next regeneration, sometimes even seconds. Sure, he didn't get the best life in his current form due to segregation of races, but he lasted long, and built many connections.

Miri the builder, who was seen as cruel but had a heart of gold. Sun the tamer, caring for all animals she could find. Tom, an amusing character that was once considered evil, redeeming himself to be a popular part of normal society. So, so, so many more people he knew, that he had so much fun with.

So who was he? Jordan, the cyborg who had a ridiculous knack with building, or Jordan, one of a long gone species that reincarnated on the occasion of his death?

"It's complicated." He said, his eyes beginning to scan the area for an exit out of the dark alleyway. All he could see were boxes in all directions, and he'd been blessed with the 'gifts' of a klutz, definitely not allowing him any kind of exit.

Jordan sighed, prepared for his death to come on. "Go ahead. See if I care." For a second, an expression of confusion flickered over John's face, before quickly being replaced with a look of triumph.

"You couldn't possibly want to die given how you've been fighting so far, but okay."

Jordan shrugged, before looking up at John with a fierce gaze. "What kind of cruel angel kills because of a personal grudge, half of one or not?"

"One merely seeking for justice." John kicked him in the head on the side of his face that wasn't covered by metal, and Jordan gasped in shock, before his body automatically relaxed, ready to give up.

Jordan's vision began to be streaked with random stripes of a single shade of color before all he saw was just that. White.

Swimming. He felt like he was swimming between the gaps of five dimensions, as he pushed through the air surrounding him. It was becoming increasingly hard for him to reach for the small dot of black, seeming to be engulfed by white. The matter around him was like syrup, thick and almost unmoving.

He had to get there. Motivation to drive forward, it was the only thing that would allow him to continue on living, albeit in a different body. Jordan had been through this process so many times, but it felt like it got even more difficult every single time.

At last, he had managed to get to his final destination, sighing in relief and collapsing on the soft leaves beneath him.

Leaves? He thought, before opening his eyes and taking in his surroundings. A jungle, filled with a tangle of leaves and trees stretching towards the sky in every direction visible. Jordan tapped something on his face, curious as to why the world was in a lovely tint of red, looking a tad bit like blood. He kind of didn't want vampire vision this time, last time that happened he burned in the desert he managed to spawn into.

Luckily for him, it was merely a pair of shades mounted on his nose. He took this moment to see what he looked like, as he crawled on to his knees, making his way towards a pool of water he could see shimmering.

Jacket. Sweat things. Facial hair. He lay down on the dirt, sighing. What was he going to do first, as the jungle he was in seemed to be separated from most of civilization.

I really don't know, do I? He hummed, thinking about what he could do.

John is a random character. Well, a friend I made into a character just because…Don't tell 'em ;D And this Jordan is…The Jordan with the Usher skin, the sparkly one? Sheesh. Also, the character design for Jordan before reincarnation is my current MC skin. So what if I'm a girl with a boy skin ;-; I like it. Where did the idea for this one-shot