TBATE - A New Start

Chapter 1

Jack POV:

One moment I was on the street going home and the next I was surrounded by darkness. This would've been a major problem if not for the fact that there was no one at home waiting for me. Don't get me wrong it's not like I was orphaned or anything like that it's just simply my whole family died one after the other. I was just lucky that my dad didn't go till I was already able to live on my own. I would say we were close but everyone was in and out of the hospital, so I was never able to spend any meaningful amount of time with anyone.

After what felt like several days, I saw what looked like a tunnel of light in the darkness. I would've walked towards it but I didn't have any legs or even arms for that matter. All I could do was watch as the light got ever so slowly closer. Inching closer and closer. Once I was right there at it I could hear the heavy breathing of a woman followed by someone saying "One more time."

As I passed through into the blinding light. I came into a bright room that made me close my eyes shut as tightly as possible. After a few seconds of sounds of people trying to comfort the woman and the feeling of being touched, something I welcomed openly since I haven't felt anything in what felt like days.

Finally, I slowly started to blink as much as possible to get used to the light. The room started to come into focus. We were in a large room that had a bed on the smaller side to only fit one person, a couple of desks pushed up against one side of the room, and a window to allow the natural light to come in. The room's design can only be described as eccentric. Most of the room had a natural feel to it other than the fact that most of the walls had what looked like gold lining to them.

There were only four people in the room, one that looked to be a doctor of some kind, and three others that all looked related, but seemed familiar to me. The man was the one holding me...wait holding me. I tried to look around, but all I could manage was moving my eyes and that's when I realized why I couldn't move. I was a baby, again. Did I get reincarnated? Am I going to be the main character and become a hero? Will I get a loving family and hopefully find a cute girl and one day start my own? All these questions and more raced through my mind.

"I think he seems okay. Usually, when they are born they tend to cry, but since his eyes seem to be looking around, I believe he's fine." The person looked like a doctor said.

"Thank you, you may take your leave now." The doctor bowed and then left the room, "Seems like you may be easier to raise than your older sister." He said. I looked up at him and finally took in the man and his features. He seemed to be on the older side but didn't look it. He had a muscular build but still seemed skinny. His hair looked like silver and was cut in a military fashion. His eyes seemed to be made of emerald.

"Oh honey, she's right here you know. Can I please see my baby now?" The woman laying in bed said. When I glanced over at her still not able to control my head so it more or less seemed like I was throwing my head in her direction. She was the same silver hair that looked like it reached almost all the way down her back, but she had blue eyes instead of emerald. They looked like they were shimmering in the natural lighting though so they looked more beautiful than the emeralds. That probably has more to do with the fact that it's the eyes of a woman and not a man though.

"Yes, yes." He made his way over to the left side of the bed carefully handing me over to her. She started chooing at me as if I would laugh. It wasn't until she started tickling me that I started giggling like a baby would. Damn, I guess I don't have control over that quite yet. After roughly ten minutes of this onslaught of tickles, the girl sitting beside her finally spoke up.

"Mom, is it okay if I hold him?" She asked.

"Yes, you can. Just make sure to support his head. Babies have weak necks, so they can't hold their heads up by themselves." She slowly and methodically handed me over, making sure my head was supported.