HERO'S LUCK: START OF A NEW ERA

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Trying something different so...

Hill point of view

"I get this is karma and all but I AM TIRED FROM THIS!"I yell. Hands frustratingly hitting the driving wheel. I have been living the same scene for what feels like a decade, me living the last day of my life.

It's like a never ending cycle that keeps on rewiring over and over. At first, I tried to stop faith. But we all know no mortal can change it

It a trap that I couldn't escape even if I had to sell my soul to the immortal spirits in Macbeth

It boils me to think that just a simple mistake of leaving my house would get me to this shit hole

"If this is the afterlife it sucks a hell would be better than this!" I yell at the killer as he strangers me

It goes dark

The drunk hope I had in escaping died. The start of a new type of feeling of uselessness

Suddenly it stopped

My eyes feel dry and so is my throat. i hear voices but can't make out a word, my legs feel numb as if i haven't used them very long.

I feel energy floating through my body

The voices suddenly stopped and one only began to speak:

"Mister Hallmenn are you awake? if you are, please move your index finger ." i did as i told

I wanted to open my eyes but they were too heavy. It puzzled me when I couldn't get out words from my mouth

And then I got it

That whole thing was all an illusion made by my mind

Fake

Unreal

Back to third person POV

Three Doctors, all from different generations..examined Hill they were told that if hill awakes they to inform the general and his vice.

"He's awake, Doctor jobs." Said the only female in the group formally known as Doctor Even

"Thee are tru' doth I mistake." The father of Hill spoke, eyes looming in concern. It was his lad after all. The dry rough surface of Malcolm's hands touched Hill's cheek that was buried by his 3-month-old grown out anchor beard.

A growl was made by Hill it then changed into a hiss. All who were in the room went wild. adrenaline pumped through Malcolm's veins the fact that he will finally be with his son. He wished that his son would wake up in ease, he still remembers the time he woke up in the same white bed hill is hibernating on.

"Mr Hallmenn-" said Doctor James

The hissing of pain just increases and eventually become a scream. Hill's body vibrated, his pores became filled with perspiration and his Baritone screams became louder with every breath he took.

Rabid black was soaking his veins. Every bone in his body ached. tiredness and pain were all that crossed his mind.

His once tremulous figure became steady. Eyes never felt so light; they flew open but no information was received to his optic nerve. Pitch black was all Hill could see. His eyes went blind." What the fuck is going on?" he demanded tone too weak for his liking

"Your temporary blindness has happened meaning It will go away. Now tell me how are you feeling mister Hill?" asked Jobs

"Like shit man! I'm fucking blind for god's sake."

"Would you like something else before we escort you to your room?" asked doctor James English

"cigarettes."

"Thus thought you hath unhooked that disgusting faze"? The voice that hill heard wasn't foreign to his ears

"Thee is who? The noble needs a namth." The old man chuckled seeing that nothing changed in Hill's brain while he was gone. His flame hasn't died down which makes it easier to change him for the better

"Sense my voice, lad."

Hill pulsed. mouth moving by their own he whispered "dad." sadness clear in his voice his body shivered when feeling arms wrapping on him with a pythonic grim.

"We are going to...give you some privacy "one of the Doctors spoke and all exit

"My son I smell fear."malcolm stretched lip to form a thin straight line

What could the son answer with? That he is indeed sacred? That his body is drained by it? Or that his heart is running on anxiety? He is feeling useless, and no one is here to save him. So he remained silent, further isolating his fear with quiet denial

The father grabbed his son's hands slightly squeezing them. His face dulled a shade as he spoke words too wise for some "Thy who denial , seek treatment the most."Hill didn't respond, His temporarily blindness became weak and a source of lightning hit his orbs chewing his eyes to constrict .The muted hiss he released in his mind was heard by no one. The flesh that covered his eyes;lided his orbs multiple of times. sight slowly orbited Hill's brown pair of globular organs

The first hill's eyes viewed what the aged man that raised him. The deep dimples on malcolm's face sparked making his now thick smile glow

Overwhelmed. Hill rose and horsed away. To his surprise, he felt no dizziness. Powerful he felt like he could break a mountain in half with just a blow, like he can burn a whole kingdom with just a torch. His fingers travelled to his strong abdominal muscle

"this. wasn't there before." His finger outlined his body parts

He paused his eyes looked around the bland room. There was a lack of antique in space, the only furniture placed there other than the white bed was a woden table

As if a syringe filled with knowledge released in his brain, cells all became filled with the unseen liquid, things became to change in his mind everything is more shown he could hear the song that played when he was inside his dead mother's womb, he became very observant. details that he never cared about like wrinkled clothes and untied shoes are now the eye of the soul it's master's.

"What the fuck?" He whispered breath heavily exited his