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Pictures and paintings of scantily dressed elves decorated the room.
The door suddenly swished open.
Suddenly entering the room was another man.
A tall, heavily muscled, and intelligent brown-eyed young man entered the room. Gazing around the office, he saw the office decorations and scowled.
His keen dark brown eyes swept across the room and captured everything. A deep tan, thick black hair that was trimmed short as well as everything else about him signaled the large amount of time he spent outdoors.
Along with this there were several elven shaped sculptures that littered across the red oaken desk. Along with the several on the desk, there were quite a bit of life-sized statues that posed in between several of the paintings.
The oil paintings depicted every type of elf imaginable, the only thing that they all had in common was way they all were dressed.
In front of one of the paintings stood a man; he was the owner of this office.
“I always had a healthy fascination with elves. I always had imagined them since I was, but a boy.” The man said out of the blue.
“More like a disgusting infatuation.” The man who entered the room muttered.
“This…right here.” The man touched the painting gently. “Is a painting of a high elf…beautiful isn’t she?”
A white lab coat, a mature aura and wrinkles at the eyes that seemed as if he smiled a lot. This man was Dr. Carlson D. Cliff. The head of the research facility that was located in the middle of three separate mountains. The heavily muscled man that entered, which was Thomas Dennis. The purpose of the research facility was to create a drug that genetically enhances soldiers.
The war between the three super powers has been going on for decades now. United States, China and the European Union. Struggling for the lack of resources, everyone was fighting for survival. There were no exceptions.
In the research facility, the lead scientists made a breakthrough in the discovery of a strength enhancing wonder drug that makes the subject almost super human. The subject would be able to do more in a shorter amount of time, take less breaks, and the subject would have a higher survival rate.
The research facility created the drug. Using the genetics of an animal, the subject’s genetic material would be modified. With one injection, they would become super soldiers. Only one subject survived the experiment; test subject 1023, Thomas Dennis. The first and last survivor.
“Think about the future Dennis!”
Dr. Carlson was a weird one. He always referred to the test subjects by their last names.
“Sir, with all due respect you can not continue experimenting.”
“…Who can stop me?”
“The practicality of your experiment is borderline insane! You cannot just create elves! Not including the issue of immorality, you can’t just inject mothers with a genetically modified sperm cell!” The young man pleaded.
“…You’re right. I can just genetically create them from scratch!” The scientist continued fanatically. His eyes were bulging from excitement. “They’ll be the perfect specimens. They’ll be stronger, faster, better, more intelligent then the average human. I think only you would be the only exception Dennis...”
“They would be…perfect. Every inch of their body would be irresistible to males and females alike….”
Thomas could not listen anymore. The scientist that he thought was a genius, sunk to the unreachable abyss. The concept of failure might have been an unknown idea within the mind of Dr. Carlson. The man never experienced failure. Failure simply did not exist. But with the fatality of this experiment, it could not be helped that the government decided to shut down the experiment and to consider it a failure.
Test subject 1023’s success in the experiment was not recorded. They simply stated that he did not undergo treatment as of yet. With a 99.9% of success, the experiment was supposed to be a grand success. However, the unexplainable happened. The experiment just failed. All the calculations pointed towards success.
With this failure, Dr. Carlson turned insane.
Thomas’s glove wrapped around the pistol grip, and his fingers were on the trigger. 2 rounds were inside the clip. One for himself and one for Dr. Carlson.
Raising the gun up, Thomas steadily aimed at the man whom he respected and worked under for many years.
“….I’m sorry Doctor.”
“…What are you doing, son?” Dr. Carlson whispered. “Are you going to kill me?”
….
Steadily pulling his finger, Thomas was ready.
BANG!
Dodging the bullet, Dr. Carlson ran to his red oaken desk. Slamming his fist onto the red button located in a secret compartment underneath his desk, a trap door hidden underneath his chair opened up. In addition to the trap door, the red button also had another usage. Blowing up the facility.
Thomas forgot about it. There was enough firepower to destroy the entire base.
“Good bye Thomas.”
“We could have ruled the world. You and I.”
Slipping into the trap door, Dr. Carlson escaped.
“Haah.” Thomas sighed out as he slid to the ground. “That insane sneaky bastard.”
A tear slid down his cheek.
“I guess this is good bye huh?” Thomas smirked.
Raising the gun to his head, Thomas pulled the trigger.
BOOM!
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There was only blackness.
It seemed like for an eternity, Thomas seemed to drift in this silent, lightless world. Or was it a void?
Silence.
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With only his memories for company, Thomas began to think.
He shouted desperately.
He felt cool. Although there was nothing to feel.
Sharp pains went through his body, but then there was nothing.
Awakening from the darkness, Thomas knew he was himself. For his memories were intact and he was still thinking; he was alive. For the longest time, he toyed with the idea, notion, and concept that he was still alive; knowing that it was impossible.
If the bullet didn’t kill him, the bomb definitely did.
However, despite the odds Thomas was still alive.
“Ugh, my head hurts.”
“….”
“I HAVE A HEAD?”
Thomas shocking gasped out. “I HAVE A HEAD!!!”
Thomas laughed out in the ridiculousness of it all.
From awareness to barest awareness and from nothing to mind blowing pain, Thomas went through a cycle.
Then suddenly…
A mind wrenching pain. The pain burned his body, if he had one; the fire was so hot as if it came from the fiery depths of hell.
Then just as suddenly..
There was only coolness.
Soothing the fires of hell that plagued him, the fires slowly lessened.
The coolness spread.
A voice echoed, beckoning him to do its bidding.
“Awaken!”
“WAKE UP!”
Jolting up, Thomas sat up.
“Good. Now that you’re awake, we can start the reincarnation process.”
“The reincarnation process?” Thomas questioned.
“Yes, yes the reincarnation process.” The voice returned.
“I thought I was dead?” Thomas replied.
“…Yes. Yes you are. This process, however, gives you a chance to live again. Those who died a noble death, died pitifully, or other factors, we give them a second chance to live.”
“On a brand new planet, with brand new ideas, and even brand new parents. You’ll have a brand new experience.”
The voice recited boringly.
An apparition appeared.
“Now, lets get moving. There’s still a bunch of others queued up behind you.”
…
The owner of this voice was a canary. A damn ostrich. With a neck that stretched up to 4 feet, Thomas did not want to believe that the nasally voice belonged to such a beast. But there was no doubt that the voice did in fact come from the ostrich like animal.
“…What are you staring at?”
“N-nothing.” Thomas quickly replied.
“Lets get this thing over with, shall we?” The voice replied angrily. Wearing a suit, a monocle and a watch, the ostrich appeared to be the classic businessman. On the suit was a pin: Canary D. Flemmington.
….
He obviously wasn’t a canary though!
“….Hmm. Looking at your file here. It seems as if you’re a special breed of a hybrid human.”
“Yes sir.” Thomas replied.
“…Injected with an unknown animal genetics, you’re far superior compared with the average human. Excellent physical prowess, military training, good manners, can follow orders spectacularly, tried to save the world…”
“Classic, classic.” Mr. Canary continued.
“Hmm… You’ll do well here, here and here. Okay. Mr. Dennis? It’s decided, you’ll be reincarnating into Zelfon. A world with magic, might and dragons.”
“Oh. You’ll also lose all memory and other details of your life so don’t be worried.”
“Toodles~”
Smirking the Bird brain stamped something onto my file and once again the bird was gone like he was never there.
But once again I was in darkness.
However, the darkness was tinged with red and pink.
….
“I still have my memories?” Thomas wondered. “Didn’t the bird tell me that I would lose it all?”
“No matter, I’m not one to be complaining.” Thomas continued thinking.
“But where am I?”
Maneuvering his body, Thomas could see a cord…what is this cord? Kicking it, Thomas wanted to find out.
Thomas’s foot floated and lightly touched the cord.
‘What am I? Swimming?’
“Well the bird brain did mention something about being reincarnated? So it would not be wrong if this was the womb of my “mother”.”
You are now being born! Please do not panic.
….
AHHHHHHHH
It seemed as if the walls were collapsing. WHATS HAPPENING? EARTHQUAKEEEEE.
Thomas was panicking despite what the weird blue translucent table said.
Before he knew it, there was a white light.
You have been born!
Gazing at Thomas lovingly was a woman. Her sweat did not make her any less beautiful. Exertion and weariness decorated her face.
The woman had a gentle beauty; her smiles reached her eyes. Almost like his real mother, Thomas thought. Her long black hair was dampened with sweat, but she still smiled. A winning smile, which made her pleasant to look at.
“9#$#(*%” (Translation: My beautiful baby boy…)
A new language?
Ugh I’d have to relearn it, I guess.
The warmth of a blanket relaxed me.
“I feel weary.”
Shutting his eyes, Thomas finally succumbed to the comfort, letting the embrace of his mother provide him with a small sense of security.
Like a cheap light bulb, Thomas fell asleep.