*Ahh... it hurts...*
Nathan Blake thought, lying on the ground as people crouched around him. He could barely turn his head, but he shifted his eyes down to his side, where he saw a silver knife with a black wooden handle, showing signs of deterioration as if it had been gnawed on by termites. The blade was dirty but still clean enough to reflect the light of the moon and city lights, and obviously sharp enough to have pierced his stomach.
Nathan's hands clasped weakly at his stomach, feeling the warm liquid flowing out. Then, *flash*, he closed his eyes, seeing the various people with their phones out, recording and taking pictures of him.
"Don't just stand there! Do something! Call an ambulance, you f*cking r*tards!" Nathan screamed inwardly, wanting to take one of the phones and snap it in half and scream at the owner. However, he lacked the strength to even move, so instead, he simply looked at the crescent moon.
"Come on... don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes just yet! Dammit, what did I do to deserve this? I'm only a history student at my college, dammit! Why me!" Nathan screamed inwardly as his eyes grew heavier.
"This is not me dying... just a quick nap until paramedics arrive, and I'll be fine... I'll be fine," Nathan said as he closed his eyes slowly, drifting into a quiet, serene slumber.
.........................
Nathan opened his eyes to find himself no longer on a cold sidewalk, but instead on a soft bed with a soft pillow beneath him instead of solid concrete. He was wrapped in some strange fabric, which he guessed to be hospital garb, and a blanket that seemed way too thick for a hospital one.
"Hmm?"
Nathan was startled by how different his voice sounded—it seemed more shrill, more immature. Nathan sat up, rubbing his eyes. His head felt heavier, and there was no pain at his side. Nathan quickly guessed that the doctors must have pumped him with painkillers or something; it was probably why his voice also sounded this way. He was probably dehydrated.
Nathan slowly opened his eyes to ask a nurse for some water, but as he did, his eyes quickly widened. He was not in a hospital. He looked around, seeing the black, intricate marble-like walls and the Victorian-era feel of the room. He looked at his bed; it was king-sized and much more expensive than anything Nathan could have afforded with his part-time job.
Nathan got up and quickly noticed that his body was lighter, stronger, but somehow shorter. The room was still dark, which made everything hard to see. Nathan guessed that wherever he was, it was still night, which made him think it hadn't been long since he had blacked out.
Nathan reached for the window, feeling the expensive fabric of the curtain. "Ugh, who would spend this much on a damn curtain?"
He moved his hand swiftly, pulling the curtain aside and allowing the moonlight to pour in. His eyes widened. The stars in the sky were far more numerous and clearer than any he had seen on Earth. But what was even more eye-catching were the three moons in the sky, each in a different stage of waxing: one was a crescent, another a half-moon, and the last one a partially filled moon. The sky was missing a full moon.
Nathan took a moment to admire the brilliant sky before it dawned on him... Ah, I'm in a different world, aren't I?
Nathan turned his neck, looking at the now illuminated mirror. Looking at it, he saw the person reflected: he had black hair with red eyes that were slit like a cat's or a snake's. He had fair skin and was wearing loose but very expensive-looking attire. But the most obvious feature was the pitch-black horns growing from his head, curling around his temples like a crown and curling upwards.
If Nathan had to describe himself, it would be... a demon.