Chapter 2 - Transmigrating (1/2)

Amidst the darkness in a small room we see a battered body of young child. Said child's body was not only extremely malnourished to the point where we could literally make out his bone structure, but it was also riddled with horrific scars and burns throughout his body and with many fresh ones across his arms and torso. His fingers were broken and he was only wearing a boxer.

Blood was dripping from his wounds forming a bloody puddle, but suddenly... his body begins to glow, engulfing the room with a golden glow and then in an instant, just like it came, the light vanished. Once again allowing the darkness to return to the room.

The child's body starts wriggling slowly, and as it happens, the deep groves of cuts on his body which were previously present start to slowly heal whilst small amounts of smoke is released from his body. His broken fingers and bones start straightening, though if one looks properly-you can still see some of the horrific scars on the boy's back and a burn mark on the uppermost part of the boy's shoulder. [Yes...there are scars deal with it!]

The boy's eyes start flickering and soon they open, they shine, like emerald gems, that seem to suck you in, flickered with intelligence. Those eyes, they were ones far beyond that of a 7 year old, as they seemed to hold years of wisdom and pain.

The boy the tries to get up, albeit slowly due to the pain still being present despite him still being miraculously healed, when he suddenly crashes to the floor and grips his head, screaming in pain.

The child's screams of pain were the only thing that broke the unearthly silence of the room.

MC P.O.V

As I open my eyes and try to get up slowly , I feel as though I was beaten alive as even the slightest of movements cause pain throughout my body. But suddenly my head throbs in immense pain and i fall. Gripping my head tightly, I start screaming as new memories start flooding my head like river.

As i go through the previous host's memories, tears start to stream down my face. I mourn for this child, i cry in sadness and pity towards the young child's life. He truly lived a hellish life in his short 7 years of existence.

His mother was a stripper, a whore and at 19 she had him and he was a mistake, and how did i know this? Simple throughout his short life, his so called mother told him it daily, making sure he knew what he was....a filthy little mistake. Apparently the reason why his mother kept him instead of going for an abortion was due one of her colleagues saying how the ”customers” may have a fetish for brėȧst milk and how if he grew up she could probably sell him and gain some cash. Sadly though the child bȧrėly understood this, he could bȧrėly speak.

But he knew one thing, his mother, his creator...she despised him. And despite his bȧrėly present emotions or intelligence, he understood this, and that hurt him. His heart broke at her hate filled eyes that were present whenever she looked at him, and sadly he never understood why.

It seemed that after she gave birth to him she bȧrėly took care of him, leaving him to fester in his own filth for days. He grew up in strip club watching his mother dancing in the pole and at home, hearing her mȯȧns as she pŀėȧsurėd her customers. Her boyfriend, probably his father was an abusive bastard, beating him and cutting him. Making the poor child watch him pŀėȧsurė his so called mother. For 7 years he lived a life of pain and loneliness. He never knew any kind of love, hell he didn't even have a name, he was only called mistake.

And last night his so called mother's ...boyfriend came home in a drunken rage and beat him and his mother to death. Which allowed me ( the m.c) to take over the body.

Though I did realize that I was an anomaly. I was now two souls in one, something that had most likely never existed in this universe, and with my past and present lives I had an in depth perspective of this world and its darkness. My...Our souls seemed to merge, creating an entirely new existence.

I realized it was a second chance for us, a new beginning and I've decided rise, to never bow down. To find love this time. To live.

Sadly realized I also realized that I was in the middle of a cold war which would soon become a full out war and to survive and life I needed power.