Joshua POV
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"Hello? HELLLLO!"
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"No echo, where the hell am I? What was I doing last? It was it was... Oh yea... Fuck! I just had it.... "
"I am dead" the revelation shot through me like a bullet. "Is this it? What happens now?" will I spend the rest of eternity here? I guess I just wait for something to happen.
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"Hahaha"
"What was that?" Straining my nonexistent ears, I listened closely.
"Hahaha" for a moment I am seized with terror. "Was that demon here too? Is it close?" but soon I realize that that was not the mad laughter of the demon. But instead, the gentle laughing of a woman. It makes me feel peaceful, and like everything's going to be alright. As it gently lows me to sleep, I wonder if I will ever get out of here
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It has been a while now. I have come to the conclusion that I am within a womb. My mother, I know her voice now. I hear her sometimes she is talking to a man, sometimes she is talking to a woman. Her voice is sweet as sweet can be. I do not know what she is saying, it is all incomprehensible gibberish to me. So, I know I'm nowhere in the anglosphere or a Hispanic country. But I thank God every day that I am alive, but for now there is nothing I can do but wait.
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I wonder where I will be born. When the bombs fell, we were all blown back to the Stone Age. However, I am sure some places managed to escape relatively unscathed. Will I be in Europe or Asia? Or some other less desirable place.... Please God anywhere but France!
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After listening to my mother for so long I have come to understand some of what she is saying. Her name is lucy, I know that at least. It would seem my father's name is Will, most likely short for Willam. She too speaks often with several other women whom I suspect to be My aunts or other family. I have begun to pick apart as much as I can about the language of this place. Luckily for me it seems to be and sort of Indo-European language. Meaning I will only have to learn the grammar and not the syntax.
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D-day. This is strange, I see the light at the end of the tunnel. Finally, after so long waiting I would be born anew.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Excellent, you *** ***** great madam."
"Sorry mom!" Of course, nothing came out of my mouth, but it's the thought that counts. I tried to aid her by pushing her with my underdeveloped legs and after a short while, I came out like a greased bullet.
"AHHHHHH!"
"AH AH ah ah"
"Just *******"
After the post birth procedures are taken care of, I am soon in the hands of the man I believe to be my father. He holds me tight. The light is too bright for my eyes to see anything. So, I am just guessing this is my father. Once again, the situation changes with me being taken away by somebody who swaddles me and places me in some sort of bed to rest. It seemed like William wanted to comfort lucy but got Shooed out the room, well she rests.
Soon enough I was finally able to open my eyes. The "nurses" are in fact some sort of maids wearing the black and white French maid uniforms, which is not at all reassuring. My mother is sleeping on the bed while the maids continue to buzz around like bees. The one in charge, however, was not wearing I think a sort of maid outfit, but instead a dress which seems to be made of fine silks. Doctor is what she most likely is. Turning her attention to me, she inspects for anything that could be wrong with me. After all the tests and inspections done by the nurses, my undeveloped body tires quickly, and return once again to dreamland.
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Finally, waking up I notice my mother is holding me, and she is standing up right now. 'there is no way she healed that quickly, right!? How long have I been asleep for!?'
"You are the **** ***"
Seriously mom go lay down!
"Fufufufu what a **** baby"
I must learn the language quickly. Looking at the "doctor" who is still dressed in the fine silks of white trimmed with gold. Her face is ovel and her hair a bright blond. She reaches out her hands to take me into her ample bosom. Mother, however, is reluctant to give me up.
"****** **** **** ******** madam"
After a couple words, Mother handed me over to the woman. This gave me a view of my mother. She has wheat blonde hair, a tiny frame, and a pout on her face. She looks a little tired but none the worse for wear. She could not be taller tha... My thoughts are interrupted as I am suffocated in the woman breasts. Fighting desperately for my life, I push and Shave in every direction. eventually I run out of strength, and I'm forced to stop.
"Fufufufu"
Turning me over the woman sticks out her finger and touches my nose.
"Achooo!"
"Fufufufufu"
Does my suffering entertain you? The woman put up one of her hands and a halt pose toward mother, who was looking very worried at my sneeze.
"****** ***** **** * ****"
After Saying something completely indecipherable She then went back to playing with me. Mother however had face that said 'is Bich serious'. When mother was about to open her mouth to say something snarky.
"Thud Thud Thud!"
"Bang!"
All three of us turning to look towards the door we saw damn near smashed off its hinges, as a woman burst through the door. She has purple hair, an eye patch over one eye, and seemed to be about eight months pregnant. Startled by the loud and sudden noise I could only curse my body as tears began to form in my eyes.
"Waa waaaa waaa!!!"
The purple haired woman pointed at herself as if to say, "did I do that?". Mother and the "doctor" glared at the woman. My mother seized me while trying to soothe me. well, the "doctor" scolded the woman.
"You ***** **** *******!"
The woman who looked like a warrior with scars across her body and a sword at her waist acting like a child who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar. She even put both of her index fingers together while looking down.
"**** ****** ********* ******!"
After the woman was scolded enough that tears began to form in her eye. The "doctor" relented turning back to mother and me. She trapped the purple hair woman towards us. I had managed to reign in my rebellious eyes.
"**** she ******* ******* *****"
The purple haired woman was forcefully sat down on the bed. My mother handed me off to the purple haired woman, she took me into her hands while looking INTENSSLY uncomfortable. It seemed she was afraid; she would drop me at any moment.
My mother looked at the site like it was the most precious thing in the world. What is the relationship between these women? Are they sisters, cousins, or really good friends. They don't look related enough to be sisters, but I guess they could be cousins.
"Bang!"
Standing there was a man dressed in fine clothes. he still had his hand outstretched to grab the knob of the door however, it must have been broken by the warrior woman. The three women looked to me to see if I would cry. This time I was able to control my tears. The "doctor" looked still like she was going to have it aneurysm though. She started scolding him as he took the fallen door and set it against the wall.
"********** ******** ********* ******* ************ *******!"
He simply nodded completely ignoring what she was saying. He approached, picked me up and proclaimed.
"My baby boy!"