Rebirth of a fighter

[Yber]

//Note that it refers to the character, while as it may refer to anything else. Emphasis on this is in purpose for a better understanding on the character's point of view.

Undying

Surrounded by machines, it laid in a white dress. Unable to breath on its own, oxygen was brought through wires. Wires that covered its body, full of holes. Wires that connected its every part to these machines that allowed it to breath, diggest, and exist in a neverending parade of dying light and dying life.

Sometimes, the creature had dreams. Or was it only one?

Embedded in darkness, a figure stared at it. Maybe he had his eyes closed, but that was irrelevant. With a flexed right arm, the man aimed at his own chest.

The dreams, dream, was always the same. Though, that might not be true. For a while, the monster merely stood there, watching the man. Eventually however, it started walking towards him. Why did it know, that it was a man?

Every dream, it was slightly closer. Maybe it wasn't different dreams, but a really long one.

Figures dressed in white sometimes appeared around him. Ghosts, surely, ready to prey on it should his guard be down for a spare second.

At some point, the shadow of the man dissapeared. The darkness had turned slighly red, and it was sitting on the chair previously occupied by the man.

No matter how terrifying they are, dying monsters aren't monsters at all. Ghosts surrounded it from every side, like wolves would flank a wounded animal.

Sitting down in the crimson hall, alone in the dark, it felt a beat. Staring at its chest, a freezing feel shoock its broken spine. A lazy heart, ready to give up. Strength left it for dead, and so did every sense.

But a monster needs none of those. With a monster's grin, it sank its monstrous right arm that had been there for this very purpose and stroked the frozen heart, forcing the blood to flow once more.

Its eyes opened for the first time in a lifetime.

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inb4 Sirius gets renamed to XTF.