A year before my rebirth.
After gaining my sense of hearing, I began testing it and became accustomed to hearing things from afar. Trust me, it's not as easy as you might think. Most of the time, it felt as if my eardrums were about to explode; other times, it was my brain. B-three also reacted to it whenever my brain hurt, making these weird screeching sounds.
Some months passed, and B-three grew bigger. I began having second thoughts, wondering if he was really feeding on me. After all, all he did was stay on my head, doing his stuff while I decayed as time passed. If that isn't enough proof, I honestly don't know what is.
I looked up at the sky, which was covered in light, dark smoke. The clouds weren't visible. I wondered where this smoke was coming from. It's not like the sky was ever clear; as long as I could remember, the clouds were always dark. But during night times like this, you could at least see a little bright—what was the name again?
I've forgotten, but that's by the way. In that instant, while staring at the night-dark clouds, I asked myself multiple questions to which I heard no reasonable answers:
Why am I still conscious?
Why is B-three patching me up?
If I truly make it out alive, will B-three take over my body while I watch him do whatever he pleases? He might even get some girls better than I ever could, hahaha.
"Will I end up becoming food for the Nephilim?"
All these thoughts crossed my mind. For the first time in four years of staying idle, I thought deeply about my future, my source of hope—or despair. I don't know, but what was certain is that this is hope, yes, the will to believe.
Deep down, I wanted to live. Deep down, I wanted to come back. Deep down, I wanted B-three to patch me up quickly. I wanted to go back to my mom. Deep down, I wanted everything to start over.
Just then, while lost in my endless sea of thoughts, an electrifying sensation ran from my head to my heart and all over my body.
It was painful.
My mouth gaped open in an "O" shape, and my tongue moved.
I screamed loudly.
"Arrgh!"
Just then, it occurred to me that I had regained my sense of feeling. I could feel pain; I could feel my muscles.
Yes, this was good, but it was also a hellish experience, given the fact that I was decapitated in half.
I felt intense burning pain in my waist area.
I wanted to die. I screamed so loudly and continued screaming in pain for almost half an hour, my voice echoing in the night's darkness.
Suddenly, amidst my pain and suffering, I heard a screeching roar in my ear.
'What was that?' I questioned in my mind while screaming.
That roar was definitely not human, but I didn't panic because it was several miles away. Still, I questioned in my thoughts while screaming.
'Was that a Nephilim?'
Out of the blue, B-three made its own roar. It was very small compared to the one I had heard, as if a cub was having a roar contest with a full-grown adult lion.
After its little roar, my vision went blank, my nose blocked, my ears deafened, and all the pain was gone. I couldn't feel a thing. I think I went back to my void state—no, I definitely went back to my void state.
But the reason for that was what bugged me.
Why did B-three roar? Why did that big guy roar? What happened? Was it because of me?
I thought as I floated in a wild expanse of nothingness—no light, no sound, just nothing.
Just then, I felt something walk past me.
'It's big,' I exclaimed.
The kind of aura it emitted was so wild that I could feel it within my void space.
In that moment, I realized that B-three was also not active.
'What is this?'
I think it's that thing called a self-defense mechanism that every living species has.
Was B-three shutting down its self-defense mechanism to protect itself and me? If that was the case, then I'm really glad I have B-three by my side—or rather, on my head.
After some minutes, the huge figure walked away, but still, I hadn't regained consciousness—or should I say, B-three didn't let me wake up? And I think I know why.
Despite being "asleep," so to speak, B-three kept working on my body.
Days passed, then weeks, then months, and I still hadn't regained consciousness.
A few months passed, and one day my eyes twitched open. The daylight attacked my eyes, sending a sharp pain all over my head. I closed my eyes, further blocking the light with my arm.
Seconds passed, and I got used to the sun's rays. I gradually opened my eyes, and behold, it was the usual dark clouds once again. I was happy, but deep down, I had expected something more, something new. That's when I noticed the pain was no more.
My waist didn't hurt, nor did my head. I scanned around and found my legs perfectly joined with my waist.
"What the…"
My voice was back. I pushed myself up but immediately fell back down. Nothing was wrong, I think; I was only getting used to walking after being immobilized for four years.
After many trials, I managed to get on my feet, but I had to support myself with the car behind me—the car I crashed onto on the day of the attack.
I further examined my surroundings. It was a total mess, which made me wonder how I managed to cope here all this while.
Yes, I know my room was always a mess, but this was really different. Trust me it was truly different
Dirt, blocks, and iron rods were scattered everywhere. It looked like a wasteland.
I looked up at the sky, clenched my fist, and stretched some parts of my body. I was still having doubts and couldn't believe this was real, but indeed it was. I could feel everything as though I were alive.
Yes, I know it. I can feel it.
I am reborn.