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Well… There wasn’t much I could say about my past life before coming here. I was just one of many people who have an interest in the arts. I can play any instrument, paint landscapes, do song covers, and have played some games and sports that I'm decent at. Basically, I'm one of those who call themselves the ‘jack of all trades’. I was just a normal student who was about to be in his second year of college, but before I knew what was happening, there was a school shooting at my school. The alarms went off, and all students began to scramble and panic, bumping into each other as they rushed inside their classrooms. The other students were lucky, while the others? Not so much, and I'm one of those unlucky students. We heard screaming, gunshots, and fingernails scratching the wooden door. Some girl was gripping and shaking the door handle with her bloody hands—crying and begging them to let her in. Before she could say more, she got shot in the neck. The gunshot was terrifyingly close to where he was hiding. Without thinking, he silently slipped past the killer and hurried straight to the nearby library, heart pounding with every step. The chaos in the hallway faded as a new tension settled in.
Before he could enter, he noticed that the door was slightly ajar, he peeks inside, and as he confirms that there were no threats, he slips in quietly. He then surveys around the room, the books from the shelves are a mess, the lights flicker on and off just like a horror scene from a movie, well… maybe it is just like a horror scene from a movie!! save for the killer. He then heard tiny grunts of pain from someone in the corner. How did he know someone was in pain? Because there are literally small droplets of blood on the carpet!. His steps are measured when walking slowly towards the source of the sound.
“....Morpheus? Shit.”
He rushed toward his best friend's side, kneeling down to examine his visible injuries. Joining the Red Cross Youth since his junior years has really come in handy in this situation. A bruise on the head, he will probably have a possible head concussion. Tiny cuts from his cheek, we can put some ointments later, and then next is a—… a bullet wound from the abdomen. He then acts fast by ripping his lower shirt and tying it around the wound to prevent further bleeding. After he was done giving basic first aid to his friend, both of the boys heard footsteps coming in their direction.
“Don’t move, I will take a look.”
Morpheus knew the risk and was about to protest that it was dangerous, but he also knew that if they didn't take action now, maybe their life would be taken by the killer. He glanced at the edge of the shelves, where he saw a tiny hole through which he could view discreetly. He saw someone with a Polish shoe that was already soaked in red; beside them was what he assumed was the gun.
“I’ll try to snatch away his gun and toss it to you when you have it. I want you to run away as far as you can and regroup with the others. I bet the police are already outside surrounding the school.”
“I can’t just leave you here!” Morpheus hissed, “You would die!”
He grips his shoulder and stares at Morpheus, eyes vacant and unreadable, before smiling softly at him. Morpheus' face contorts into confusion, shock, anger, then resignation. He struggles to move his head to nod. Mc already knew that Morpheus also agreed to his plan. Even without looking at Morpheus, they both knew that this was the only choice they had left.
They both held their breaths when they noticed that the killer was extremely close to their hiding spot. He grabs a nearby chair and grips its leg, waiting for the killer to walk past him so he can knock them out with it. Just as he predicted, the killer seems not to have noticed he was there; he quietly slips to his back, and before the killer senses him. He slammed the chair into his dorsal, snapping their head back, only to be met with another blow straight to the face. The gun they were holding drops to the ground just a few inches from him. Mc snatches it without hesitation and tosses it to Morpheus.
“GO!”
Morpheus hesitates for a second before he reluctantly gets out of the library with difficulty while holding the gun close to his chest. Mc saw him leave the library. He was about to face the killer again, but before Mc could react, the killer lunged forward with a knife—too fast for the human eye, but his pivot was too slow. Making Mc avoid the attack, and was able to redirect the hit. He tried to snatch the knife away, but was later met with a grueling punch to the stomach.
“Urk— My breakfast was great before you ruined it,” He painfully spat to the killer.
“Well, maybe if you just surrender and die silently to me, then perhaps your breakfast can be saved, pretty boy.” The killer jeered when he noticed Mc’s face turned into a sneer.
He lunges forward, slamming the killer to the ground and sending out a handful of fists to his face. He suddenly feels a stinging sensation near his abdomen and sees that the killer has just stabbed him. He groans in pain when the killer deepens the knife further, making him lose so much blood in a matter of minutes. He takes one final swing from his legs, the adrenaline making him move past his limits, before kicking the knife away, far from the killer.
The door from the library slams open as multiple police officers barge in with paramedics. He felt his body getting tired, so he then lay down on the floor while the police handcuffed the killer. The medics rush beside him and do first aid procedures. But it was too late, he had already lost too much blood while fighting the killer. He was not some kind of hero who would save the day, but alas… at least He saved the others, especially Morpheus… I wonder what his reaction will be? I hope you will be happy and move on from my death. At least cherish the memories we have together, it will be the proof that I'm still alive in the memories we shared together. Farewell, Morpheus.
Welp, that's all that happened before I died, but I did not expect to become half fish! My parents from this life are quite alright; my father is a half-mer while my mother is an actual mer person. Mother told me that she was a moray eel, but she didn't say anything further, while Father explained that he is a half-human and siren since both his parents, a human and a siren, married together, so that makes me a quarter siren, but I do inherit Mother's genes— far too much. (Sorry Father, you’re also very stunning, but Mother just surpasses you in that area).
He can say that living with them has its perks, for example: He can wander around inside their home (which is a big and tall rock with holes by the way), can just ask their housekeeper some stuff He wants (yes, they have servants, so He's richy rich), and the bonus part? His parents are not arrogant! His father has a kind-hearted soul where he asks the workers about their well being everyday, and he even makes it a rule to take care of their own health. Mother is a tricky one. She can be kind, caring, sweet, a little unhinged but, He can say that she cares for her workers and clients (yes, she runs their family business), but when it comes to their misbehaving clients? Oho, she will not show any mercy— we will skip that part, as He still didn’t know more of their family business.
His age was now 2 years old, old enough to wander around their garden, which has seaweeds, sand, corals, more corals, kelps, oyster— Oysters? A shiver runs down his spine as he holds himself while looking at the oyster in disgust. He still remembers when he was still 6 months old, Mother feeding him raw oysters (Mother! It was raw, Raw and Alive I tell you!), but he will have to get used to it as he is now a moray eel.
He lazily swam above their garden's sand pit, tail slowly swaying on its own, same as the low currents He currently felt , calm and tamed. Until he felt a disturbance from the waters, he looked to his left and saw his Mother swimming towards him. He brushed off some sand that had been sticking to his scale before he swam towards her.
“Mother? Do you need something?”
His mother chuckled. She urged him to come closer and whisper something in his fin-ears, like it was some sort of secret.
“You see, we're going somewhere to pick up some gifts for someone special.” Curious, he questioned, “Who are we giving it to?” She smiled knowingly.
“A close relative of mine,” She looks at his son as she notices that stubborn gaze, piercing her as if urgently telling her who her close relative is. “It’s my younger sister”.His eyes widen in surprise. “I have an Aunt?” She just hums as she drags him on a shopping spree, just mother and son.
His mother was currently browsing through this one particular shop in the Coral Sea. I'd accompany her, of course, but did not go so far as to see what kind of stuff she buys for my aunt. And before I knew it, she had already dragged me to the next shop.
“What do you think of this jewelry?” She picked up the displayed pearly necklace with sea shells towards her son so he could observe it clearly.
“The pearl seems to have a nice glow to it—” “Then this it is!”
His Mother smiled before turning away to ask the shop owner for the item she wanted to buy. He just groaned. Why would she come up to me just to cut me off when I'm giving my opinion? He could never understand his mother's choice sometimes. He decided to wait outside the shop while waiting for his Mother to finish the purchase. The doorbell rang, and he then looked at the door and saw his mother approaching him with gift bags that were held up. He swam to his mother and decided to act like a gentleman. He held out his arm, already reaching towards the bag, and insisted on carrying the bags to lessen the burden for her.
“Awh~ How sweet of you, but this should be enough for you to handle,” She gushed at his action while giving him 2 bags. He gave her a confusing look.
“You’re still young, squirt. Grow first, then maybe I'll let you carry more.“ He unconsciously pouted to his mother, which she finds very amusing. They were now heading home to prepare for their upcoming visit to his mother’s sister and husband.