*Beep…beep…beep*
The sounds of a heart monitor ring throughout his head as he lay there…His nostrils filled with the scent of chemicals
An outsider would see his face and think he looks content…in reality he has become so weak he can't even move anymore
Inside his emotions were like whirlpool that never ends. Envy, anger, regret, and sadness
*Beep...…Beep*
As the heart moniter slows down his inner emotions grow more and more volatile… Thiugh I guess it would be better for you to listen to them yourself then hear from me…
'Why the fuck is it always me! I was born into poverty already but as soon as I get a job and escape that life I get a fucking tumor in my skull. Even if I could get surgery at this point I can't even pay for it. Why does everyone else get to live while I die alone?!'
You may think that he only thinks this due to desperation however he has always been the envious type…
*Beep......…beep*
*Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-*
His consciousness slowly drift off with the last things he hears is someone rushing in and attempting resuscitation
…or so he thought
His consciousness will return and he feels…
'Grass? Wind? Did they dump my body?'
He will open his eyes to see the blinding sun's rays, falling through the leaves he sits beneath.
He will block the sun with his hand only to do a doubt take
"W-wait I can move my hand?!" He will shoot up
"I can move! I can speak!" He will stand up expecting it to be hard due to atrophy but no
He will shoot up easier then ever before and look down…
"Huh? What the fuck happened to me when did I get these muscles" he will poke his own abs
Then his gaze will wander to his other hand and
"What the fuck? WHAT THE FUCK?! Why is my hand red!" As he said his entire hand and lower arm looks crimson red. Almost like darkened muscle tissue
He will try to calm himself down but he can't help but notice the fingers on that hand look like claws
"A-am i some sort of monster?" He will ask himself
He will try to calm himself down…his hands will shake violently for a while before he can get his nerves under control
"Ok…ok calm down maybe you were just reincarnated into a world where people look like this…reincarnation? Is that even what happened?" He will question himself
"Like those novels I read?…it doesn't matter right now" he will continue breathing slowly calming himself down
"Alright…for now I need sustenance" as he says that, almost as if his body is reacting to the need for food, he will pick up a smell… it smells earthy.
He will follow the scent slowly, following his body's instincts. Each step is light and calculated and he doesn't even know.
With each step he will get closer to the earthy smell before coming upon-
"Ah shit"…I was going to say a wolf before he cut in.
The wolf walks along in a way that is scary to his mind…but his body will act first and lunge towards it
'What the fuck am I doing?!'
Using the weight of his entire body he will slam into the wolf
There are a few sounds as he impacts it, a thump, yelp, and a distinct crack
The wolf staggers back a few paces seemingly down for the count until it stands back up. It's vicious maw opening up to show its sharp teeth soaked in blood from a recent kill
And despite his brain yelling his body to run, he will go forward swinging his red hand in a scratching sort of motion
He is already preparing to die for the second time in his king when he hears the noise of flesh tearing…
His hand slashed through the wolves flesh leaving deep red gashes that are bound to kill it from blood loss even if the fight doesn't continue. But his body won't stop even if he wanted it to.
The wolf will lash out with a bite, clawing, doing whatever it can. The bit lands squarely on red part of the arm but there is no pain…then it swill dig its claws into the non red part and there is a searing pain there
A pain he is ill equipped to deal with
Luckily he doesn't have to right now as his body acts for him wrenching his arm free and going to grab it
And he grips it's fur he will suddenly yank his hand downwards crushing the wolfs skull, it's grey matter scattering around the clearing
And suddenly he is back in control of his body and shivering. He looks to the scratched part of his arm to see
'It healed? Is that why I stopped feeling pain after a few seconds…more importantly what just happened to me'
He will look at the blood covered hand while shaking
'I-it's just an animal calm down' he will say…and ignore the body for now
He will gather some branches laying about and try to start a fire. Mostly trying the rubbing a stick method really fast…and after about 45 minutes it will work.
Now he has to look at the corpse to get the meat to cook, he will slowly walk over step after step planned in his mind and will try to take off a limb…but will gag while doing it
'God the brains are so fucking gross'
He will plant a foot on it with a thump then start attempting to rip off the leg. He will pull and pull flesh and skin tearing each time. The noise is grotesque and cruel as he continues trying before finally yanking off the leg
He will yank off the fur and start roasting it over the fire
Witch hr will burn to a crisp but he resolves himself to eating it anyways
He will take a bite and…
*Blegh*
immediately vomit, not due to taste, not due to texture. Just due to his body fiercely rejecting it. Not his mind but his own body won't let him eat it…
And his hunger will now grow…