Guys I know I have been slow, and it is because of work and I am sorry about that. But write to me your ideas on what should happen, I’ve got plenty of ideas but I do not know which one will be the most effective, also, a little spoiler but if it helps in any way, he won’t be stuck on earth.

Chapter 3

Siris’ reflection stared back, his eyes, dazed, showing glimpses of confusion and anxiety. He leant his arm against the wall, and sighed.

His daze cleared, a determined look appeared, and in his eyes his indomitable will could be seen.

“I’m going to find out what is happening to me” he spoke softly, but it held his fierceness and determination, reverberating through the bathroom like a wave.

 He walked through the gigantic house with a purpose. He was in his room again, looking for a notebook that would help him study…himself. He cringed at that thought, and feeling the hatred and anger welling up inside him, he dismissed that thought completely, and instead thought on survival.

A cold look flashed in his eyes, and a calming sensation flowed throughout him. He found the notebook, and with it, his “survival” would be made easier.

So, he started, let’s think on what’s going on.

1.      My senses have been upgraded

2.      A glass moved towards me when I wanted it

3.      I heard voiced in my mind

4.      I should be dead, but I don’t have a scar nor whatever that crystal was to give me any help

He stopped writing, he looked thoughtful after this, and a reluctant yet a motivated look passed through his face, and out of nowhere (John Cena came in ;)) he cut his wrist with his nail.

Deep, scarlet coloured blood flowed without reserve out of his wrist; its luminosity rivalled that of the stars. He moved quickly, placing a bowl under his arm, whilst he tried to suck some of the blood back into his body. There was pain, but Siris didn’t flinch or notice the deep and focused pain of having his arteries sliced.

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But in front of his eyes, the wound closed in a blink of an eye, the surrounding blood sucked in and sealed, like it never happened. Siris sat there, in silence, sweating bullets. This is too unreal, he thought, a major injury healed in a matter of a second?

Be realistic! He shouted within his mind, this is a world of science, not magic. He couldn’t accept what just happened, because he realised now, that after slicing his artery and it being healed, he felt no weakness, no flaws within his self, and his blood flowing fluidly, already back to regular levels.

He looked at the blood-soaked bowl, even with it being healed within a second, he managed to fill a large bowl of his blood, and usually, for Siris, that amount would have been recovered in a couple of days. But if it only took seconds, then he would never bleed out, and if all wounds healed at this rate.

The realisation came to him, I would essentially be… immortal, I couldn’t be killed because nothing can kill me that fast. He stared with dead eyes into his bowl of blood, and with a blank mind, swirled his fingers into his own blood.

Siris came out of his daze, and seeing the blood, said to him I need to get rid of that. So he could do the only thing without being suspicious to anybody, drank his own blood.

The metallic taste filled his senses, and he quickly gulped his blood down. As he finished the bowl, he looked over at his ‘research notes’, one mystery down, he lapped the last drop of blood up.

And a thousand more to go.