Reincarnation: Origins

Chapter 2: Intro

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Sighing discontentedly, Lucien stood up from the game that he had had his eyes glued to for the past few hours. He'd just finished maxing his sixth and final character and his boredom had gotten the better of him.

Already on his senior year of high school, Lucien had already thought of his occupation: Tech developer

"I'd get so rich..." he thought aloud, cracking a few stiff joints along his spine.

Still standing, Lucien lazily sauntered over to one of the few, yet covered, windows in his room. Just as he spread apart the curtains, the sun blinded his all-nighter eyes with a glaring 'fuck you' that most people called sunlight.

Groaning and near-hissing at the sudden brightness, Lucien rapidly shut his blinds once again. a regular start to a regular saturday.

Before his mother could call up to him to wake up and complete her Saturday shopping, Lucien darted into an adjacent bathroom to wash up.

Jet black hair a mess, and usually brilliant blue eyes now dull, Lucien's looks were not half bad. His physique was like the cherry on top. He was one of those people that seemed to have been blessed with a naturally great physique and stamina despite the fact that he spends hours in front of a lit screen.

Lucien rubbed his eyes furiously until his vision became a kaleidoscope of colored angles, edges, and points...like shards of beautifully broken glass. squinting at his reflection, he failed to notice the faint tri-pointed marking that had newly appeared below his right ear, which is shocking considering how pale he looked. One could easily argue that he had the looks of a demon prince.

Splashing cold water on his face and rapidly swiping at his teeth with his toothbrush, he had successfully completed his Saturday morning preparations. he fled his quarters, swung down the banister that led to the atrium of his home, and dove into the nearest door on the right, the kitchen.

there, his mother stood with an jarring pink and frilly "kiss the cook" apron on. his father stood beside him doing just that, peppering her with kisses. With a nervous 'ahem', he finally caught their attention.

"oh Lucien, sweetheart," his mother cooed as his father waltzed over to ruffle his hair. it was no easy task, mind you, since Lucien himself was a respectable 5'11. 

"ugh, come on." Lucien huffed, pushing his father's relentless hand away. 

"aw, cut him some slack, it's out anniversary today and your father just got a raise" His mother chided. 

Lucien glanced around the completely decked-out kitchen, wondering what position his father could possibly hold. His parents had refused to disclose the information even to him, their dear and only son and child.

"I can tackle the groceries now, i'm prepared" Lucien offered, still slightly unsettled by the riches their home seemed to represent. 

"Perfect." his father exclaimed, clapping him on the back. "here are the keys to the car, the red one." He seemed to pull the keys out of nowhere and pushed them into Lucien's chest, where his hands had to scramble up to catch.

He fled the room as fast as his long strides would allow. around out back stood his parent's garage. why they needed so many cars, he had no idea. he stopped worrying about that a long time ago. He passed an entire rainbow of colors before finding the red one his father spoke of. it wasn't to his taste and looked like something no one short of a mass billionaire would now own.

Sighing, he slumped into the drivers seat and started up the engine. The gate leading out opened as he approached them. He made what was supposed to be a vehicular beeline if not for the accident he so graciously got into.

So there he laid among the warped  wreckage, metal and glass surrounded and impaled him from all sides like some sort of messed up Iron Maiden. 

Lucien coughed up enough blood to satisfy a famished vampire for a month. His breath came out in labored and short puffs, his life force flowing freely from his body from many punctures. The truck that had rammed into him was driver-less, now that he had come to think of it. Either that or the driver had passed out

Either way, he was screwed. He could hear the muffled sounds of firefighters and the cries of police cars and ambulances from his nest of pain. With each heartbeat, the sounds seemed to fade away.

Guess i can never become that tech developer after all--

A/N: i gotta admit, i had some fun deciding on how he was going to die >.>

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