The embers of the hearth were dimming as a storm raged as my first life came to a stop...or at least that is what I wish to write, but alas the truth is a conniving bitch when she wishes.

No my first life was on a little blue planet called Earth. Yes, the planet in which you sit now and read this. This is my third rebirth. Which brought me back to earth at a close time to my first life.

I believe I should tell you of my first life and then proceed into the second and end with my second death and if for some odd reason I am reborn again in this time after another life I will tell that story since the last life was...nice.

...Well lets get into my first life. I will tell you some of my thoughts and moral I had during that life which transfered to my next life as you might have guessed.

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I was born in 95 so I was brought up with some convenient items. As some children of that time I was enthralled by Toy Story and later the Original Trilogy of Star Wars. * Had to figure how to skip the half hour of George Lucas and some guy talk about the Creation of the movies*

This was by 2000. I went on to learn some moral ethics from Video Games and I gained a more developed mind. I grew to like violence while at the same time hate the pain it did to others. I was able to combat that by letting go of emotions. That though took until my 9th year.

I was picked on, which was my fault by the way now that I look back on it. I revealed too much of my personality to strangers of my same age, which prompted people making fun of me at my own expense. I didn’t see it until I was in my teens. Thats not to say I did not do it as well at the time and I hated myself for a while once I reflected upon all of my remembered past actions.

This also was a time that I thought of religion was maybe a possible outlet. No. Tried to read their “Holy Book” which consisted with alot of stories that told how piety won over as an almighty hand crush their enemies. I found the Idea childish but some of the moral obligations able to better the world. So I won't refute the usefulness of religion.That was in junior high.I was 13 when I came to that conclusion. At that time I was sporting long black hair and darker colored clothing....Well some people in the school staff thought I was threatening. And I was kicked out off school for a short period for some misleading wordage. So I had to go through counseling and threats to be sent to a mental institution for trying to lighten the mood in a hostile room with a very imposing, large woman.

Once I got back into school I took to reading and staying away from others. Which in hindsight might had led to the ease in cutting off my emotions. I did make a few acquaintances over the next couple of years. Only two friends stand out though. One I made met earlier in my life which the ties to him lingered and faded then re-emerged as high school came. He is a good man who has gone through many hardships in his life. Unlike me he found religion comforting and many times he has tried to convert me to his religion and I kindly refuse. * I didn’t wish to lose my closest companions.*. Now my second friend I found in the last years of my life. He is a good enough sort. I met him my Junior year in High School. He was a year behind me . We struck a couple conversations and hung out before the morning bell. We didn't become friends until the following summer before my senior year. He and another fellow would drop by out of the blue and we would go and eat or watch a movie or rent games and have all-nighters. Those were happy times. They ended the following school year.

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As you might have noticed I have only mentioned myself. Well I did have loving parents and two younger brothers and a sister. One of my brothers is a bastard. The other is a mix between a pain in the ass and a nice person,depends on the mood he is in. My sister is a bossy pain in the ass but I am still able to draw back the memory of teaching her how to flip people the bird. And when she would do it to me or my brother we would laugh knowing we taught her how to do it...backwards so that she was flipping herself off.

My parents are good people. But I heard their story and the circumstances in which had to happened to lead to my and my siblings creation leave me thinking “For what purpose…” *If you wish to learn more on their story, I will tell...if you ask.*.

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The Day of my First Death

I awoke the the voice of my mother.

“Time to get up for school.” she said in a groggy voice.

I awoke as she closed my door and made my way to my armoire and pulled out one of the suites I had bought recently. I was dark grey with a lighter grey pinstriping on it. I grabbed the matching pants and a pair of black socks and a light grey button-up. I slid into them quickly and then found my leather Converse and pulled them on. I slid my wallet into the right inside pocket of the jacket and put my pocket knife into the left trouser pocket.

The room was a basic square with black walls and a blueish grey concrete floor. Each wall had a door. Two of them out toward the yard while the others went into the house.

I then walked to the mirror on the wall of my room and took a look at my self to make sure I didn't button my shirt wrong. I did a once-over and grabbed my bag and went to the kitchen.

The kitchen was set in between two rooms, The living room and the den. The Den was a small room with two walls and a hearth creating another wall out of stone. The missing wall led into the dining area which was used as a clean clothes “Pick up” spot as we had a table in the kitchen. A door connected the kitchen and dining area.

As I entered our kitchen i noticed the coffee was finished and a cup sat ready for me at the table. I sat my bag on the bench seat and sat next to it picking my coffee cup up and began to sip at the hot liquid tentatively. My mother was sitting at the only chair looking through her text messages drinking her coffee.

I looked up to the clock on the oven, 7:25.

“Time to go.” I say after downing my coffee.

My brother and sister hear me and start for the car.

“Later mom.”

“Later Ran.”

Those where the last words she heard me spoke.

I parked the car and sat for a moment as my brother and sister got out and ran to their friends. I stay and listened to the radio. A song I liked was playing and I wanted to listen to it before I got out and started my day.

*Insert link to Song Here*

As the song neared its ended I turned the car off and headed to my first class of the day.

The first class of the day was Astronomy. It started a little loud do to some seniors in the class not caring but soon the teacher got the rounded up and somewhat quite. Other than that the teacher spoke in a monotone voice that grated on my patience as he seemed to try and ruin this perfectly fine class.

The class ended souring my mood but I had a back to back Social Studies class next,Psychology and Geography. Now don't get the wrong idea. These classes were for the most part fun. While in Psychology we did in depth thoughts and theories why people act a certain way to certain things. I was fun and led to a few eye opening theories proposed by the more quiet people.

And Geography was a more of a this ancient civilization vs. ancient civilization class. We did a lot of talking on battles,on how they won battles going in depth on the strategic views of it. We were watching a documentary on the Zulu tribe of Africa. It was a nice class.

The bell rung and me and my classmates headed to our next class. Mine was a Speech and Debate class in the same building so once leaving the class I took a left heading down the monotone hallway. At the end was an exit to the building and my classroom.

As I entered the classroom it was empty as normal,since I was just down the hall I was normally the first to enter. The chair were stacked on top of the desks as I entered.The room was tiled with old white flooring that had cracks in it,the walls were a sickly green. I sat my bag near my desk and began to sitting the red chairs on the floor. I set it as a job to do while I waited on the few other classmates and the teacher to show up.

I was halfway through a short blonde woman walked in with a button up shirt and blue jeans. Her curly hair bounced as she walked to her desk.

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“Morning.” I said bowing my head to my teacher. ‘Been in this class 3 month and still can't remember her name...oh well.” I thought as I continued with what i was doing.

“Morning Ran.” She said noticing I was setting the chairs down.

The bell rung followed by 6 people pushing through the door of the classroom. I had just finished with the last needed seat and was heading to my desk.

The teacher covered her mouth as she tried to hold her laughter in from the behavior of the late students. This was her first year and was yet to get strict so most of the other seniors played on this and acted out.

After a minute or two they found their seats and sat while I began to get into the book I was re-reading at the time called Eye of the World. I had just opened it and was getting to the part where Matt and Rand threw a rock at the crow...or was it a raven,anyway. I heard the teacher clear her throat in front of the class so I marked my spot and glanced around.

She and the whole class were looking at me.

I took a quick glance down. Nope zipper is up and my many bit is in it’s cage. Looked at my chest and I did not have a stain on my shirt. So I cocked my eyebrow toward the teacher. ‘Seems to work for Will and Halt in the Ranger’s Apprentice books...’ ‘Also good thing I practiced or I might look like Horace.’ a mentally smiled at that while keeping a straight face.

“I asked if you all had their speeches ready, and you were the only one not to give a reason you didn't have it done.”She had a half angry questioning look on her face.

‘The anger is probably meant for the others.’ I thought as unzip my bag and slide out the page and a half long speech about whether or not spankings were a necessity or not in raising a child. And hand it to the young teacher.

“Would have wrote more but didn’t want to get into the X rated reasons as well.” I made sure to nod my head at the end as to show I could and would have if given the chance.

The new teachers faced reddened when she heard it and yanked the paper from my hand. The others mouths were gaped in awe.

‘She is kinda cute when angry...best to keep those thoughts to myself...I don't look to be the suave type.’ I thought raising the book once more over my face and entered that world once more.

But before I could re-enter another world or the teacher to yell the intercom blared.

“Attention! Attention! Armed intruders in the…”

The intercom shut off as the scream started.

The teacher ran to the door to lock it but to men beat her there and kicked it open knocking her down. The wore dark clothing with bandanas covering their faces. The waved their assault rifles around telling us to line up and exit the door. Since I was farthest from the door I was last. I put my hands to my side and unsheathed my pocket knife that is in my pocket. One of the men looked to be about to rape the teacher. I assess the situation with some precision. The one corralling us was eyeing the female students while the other was starting to make his way with the teacher. He set his gun down near him to make the deed easier. I smiled within mind. *Had I mentioned I am a little broken? No? Well yes I am and it helps in these kind of situations* One of the more filled out girls walked passed and his eyes seemed clued for a moment so I took the opportunity and moved with adrenaline speed and caught him off guard and slit his throat. He went to pull the trigger of his rifle towards my class mates but i was able to move it toward his ally who decided to turn around finding lead coming toward his head.

His greymatter splashed onto the blackboard and his body fell limp next to the battered woman. I quickly moved and picked up ammo of both bodies,the students stood shocked gaping at what I just did.

“Get into the classroom you fools!” I whispered in a harsh voice. Somehow they came back to their senses and hurried in. ‘Good thing no one spotted them.’ I thought as I picked up the teacher and handed her to one of the athletic students who took this class for the females prospects.

“I am going to see if I can help and of the other teachers now stay here and keep the door locked any questions?.” I whispered to one of the less shocked people is the class.

“You..you...killed them.” one of the girls who seemed to be near tears said is a hushed tone.

“Yes any other obvious questions I need to answer like how its Friday and that they were about to rape and murder the women here and just kill the men?” I said in a rage fill sarcastic remark. ‘Thats was not a smart things to say Ran...’ I thought at myself. ‘I know...’ I thought back to myself.

Her eyes seem to bulge and fill with tears and she began a silent cry.

I checked on the teacher and she seemed to be out cold. I nodded to myself and moved to the door heading into the hallway assault rifle at the ready.

I had my eyes and ears open remembering the code words the went over for something in the circumstance or when this happens and you are outside of a class and need to get in. I went to the next classes door and knocked softly and whispered.

“Woody Woodpecker.”

Silence.

‘All clear. Good’

I continued down the hall checking each room with this code and all were clear. So I moved to the quad-area that separates cafeteria and office from the other my building.

I peeked out of the door seeing no one outside I edged my way out the door and crept to the Cafeteria. As I neared the brick building I heard yelling inside and some scream. No gunshots so thats good. I took a look through a small window in the double door.

‘Six enemies and more than double hostages and fellow students.’ I tried to think of a plan but my mind failed me. So I took a deep breath and said goodbye to any loved ones I had and pushed the doors open.

As I passed through the doors time seemed to slow down around me. I shouldered the rifle and used controlled bursts. It surprised the hostages nearly as much as the captors. I took four out before the other too took am and shot back. The first one to shoot missed and I killed him. Now five out of six. But he fired at the same time tearing through my leg and hitting me in the abdomen. But somehow the adrenaline in my body kept me standing as my legs locked up I was able to take aim and blow that cock-suckers head off. ‘Thank you Duke.’

Blood streaming out of my side and using the gun as a crutch I took a seat at a nearby table. The hostages including both of my friends hurried over to me.

“How many more.” I whispered as the nurse was checking me over. My sight was starting to fade.

One of the principles. A older man with balding hair answered my question most of the others stay quite. “Two went into the school building,that should be all of them. Hand me the gun I will take care of them.” He seemed grim. I chuckled.

Everyone jumped at the sudden laughter. Even the nurse who seemed to be tearing up. “It’s done…”I said in a weak voice as the nurse finished and went over to the principle..

“He’s not gonna make it.” The nurse whispered to the old man. His face became even grimmer.

“That bad huh doc…”I made a weary smile.trying to straighten up.

‘Fuck this shit hurts like a fucking biting whore!.’ I screamed inside my head.

“Well I don't want to die like a bitch.”I said starting to stand up. My only two friends were there and they helped me up.

“I should be able to stand guys…” John and Michael were balling. “Hey stop that I can’t die seeing my friends cry! I need you two to go have tons of kids to name after me and my super awesome hair…” they didn't seem to get the joke because they started to cry harder.

“Shit if you are gonna be sappy then I am going to go die under a nice tree...I should be the one crying since I am still a virgin!” I bellow some how as I hobble to the tree that sits in the center of the quad area. It is a giant oak the leaves were starting to turn and it was a nice day. As I walked to the tree to take my finale rest tears started to fall mixing in with the trail of blood.

As I sat a song seemed to play in my head as darkness enveloped my vision. I was left with only this song.

*Insert Dio-Walks on Water*