Elias Drahomines And The Soul Scythe: Beginning My New Life

Chapter 2

   Oh, did I mention what I was? With the option of species to become, I chose to use one that was in the back of my head since I turned 11,231. A creation of mine called the Drahomines. If you think the "mines" are like the mines of a miner, it's not. It's mine, so the 'es' is like 'ese'. Every other part of the word is normal.

   Well, they're like half-dragon people, except not. Their evolution just happened to give them similarities to- WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!? I need to stay on point, or else this'll be a whole damn different story. Where were we? Right, the birth of my 10,573rd life. Also, my final one.

   I tried as hard as I could to stop crying, to adjust my eyes to the white fluorescent lights. I slowly calmed down and got a look at my baby body. I didn't have the scales, tail, or wings as my father did, but that was normal. I would have to start puberty for those things to come in. I looked back up and saw my father's smiling face. His skin was perfect, a smooth Caucasian white that could glisten under the right circumstances. His slicked back hair was brown and greasy, reminding me of a business man super villain. Even though he could've looked like a super villain, his warm smile deterred any belief of that possibility being true. He wore a white toga, clasped on his shoulder with what I could only assume to be a golden brooch or pin.

   "My beautiful baby boy. I'm sorry, Elliot." Ah, so that's my name here. Hopefully I don't have an embarrassing middle name like last time when it was "Meredith." My father picked up a white sweater like blanket, with what was probably my full name in purple. It read "Elliot Jeremiah Charledge" Jeremiah... well that's not so embarrassing. It would work better as a first but, no biggy.

   "Julius," A woman called, groaning out in pain. My father looked over to the voice behind me."Yes, my love." Dad responded. I tried to turn towards the woman who was my mother, but I couldn't wiggle enough to see her. "It's time." I stopped trying to see her. With every birth, my memory gets a little bit hazy for an hour or two. I suppose I had forgotten what was going to happen to them. But, it was inevitable. Their time with me would be short-lived, but I was going to make them proud, I just knew it.

   "Come, my son. It is time for you to be free." I was saddened by his tone, a tone that told me he had accepted his death a long time ago. My father picked me up off what was most likely the floor of their home. He ran and I got fleeting glimpses of red wallpaper, paintings of Drahomines families, and even a bear head mounted on a wall. My father ran through a couple of rooms. I could hear screaming, I could hear the sound of explosions, of crashing cars, of death, of crying. An apocalypse was happening, and my father was getting me to safety.

   I had a little time to think to myself. I wondered how the apocalypse was happening, where they were sending me, how it would all turn out. I only got to edit a couple of things in life, most predestined by Dreamer and... the ones who came before him.

   I knew I was going to be sent somewhere. I knew I was going to face a challenge. I knew... I knew I'd be going home. It wasn't a question. I would win, I would see my mother again. I knew it, I just knew. I had to.

   My father stopped. I heard the sound of buttons being pressed, and a soft whir of mechanical gears, electronic buzzing, and even a little bit of an ac running to stop overheating. This was the worst part of being a baby. I was fully incapable of talking to anyone, couldn't ask questions, could investigate. I can't walk while I'm a baby. It sucks.

   I heard the slam of metal doors slamming open. "HURRY!" My dad yelled. It was so sudden I burst into tears... don't tell anyone that. My baby mind was fragile.

   I heard the sounds of people in leather shoes running around like an army of mice. I heard a loud electronic spark, a booming explosion outside that seemed bigger than the rest. "We're trying your Highness," I heard a woman. "We need one more minute." As if to taunt them, another explosion shook the entire room, almost knocking my father off his feet. I did hear some people fall though. "We don't have a minute. FIX IT!!!" My tears got louder and my father noticed this time. "Oh, poor Elliot. My baby boy. I'm sorry. I'm sorry you'll have to live your life without meeting us. But don't worry, we have been promised that you'll be taken care of." I heard a person run up to my father. "It's ready."