Chapter 3 : Re-birth

Pain, nerve wrecking and skin numbing pain.

That was what Jason felt when he woke up. Something was definitely choking him to death. The worse part was that he could do nothing about it - don't even dare mention it! he had already tried. The first response that he had executed even before the pain registered in his brain was to try and pry away whatever it was that was killing him - all thanks to his instincts from his experiences as the mute Reaper but it was all in vain.

To make matters worse,the muscles of the uterus were slowly contracting and imposing some pressure on his fetal position and that was definitely not helping at all. For once in his life, he wanted to scream out loud and be heard, but he still could not.

"Was this what all newly born babies have to go through before birth?" he wondered. Special emphasis on those who had an umbilical cord tied and stuck around their necks Or was he the only one so embraced by misfortune such that even his birth was a tribulation.

His senses started to become hazy and his consciousness started to slowly drift away. He knew there and then that he was very close to blacking out again. "No..... No.....No....not again."

Was he going to be born as a still birth? Hell no. The chances of survival for babies born this way were questionable.

Sadly, even after he analysed and assessed his predicament over and over again, he came to the same unnerving conclusion: at that particular moment in time, there was absolutely nothing he could do to change what he could deem as his bewilding and frightening reality. The only viable option he was forced to accept was to only hope for the best and pray for luck.

Luck?

That was out of the question! Maybe he could do with hope. He hoped that his mother would discover his predicament and come to his rescue.

So there he was, a former apex predator waiting for help like a damsel in distress no matter how absurd the notion seemed . Oh, how he loathed relying on strangers for help. Others were supposed to rely on him, not the other way round.

In that moment he made a defining and significant decision that would later shape his fate : He had to make sure that he was never so weak, feeble and deficient ever again. But for now, he had to do with what he had at hand - so hope he did.

After what felt like eternity, his salvation came like a ray of light from the heavens. He was out. He was definitely out! He could feel the breeze caressing his face and feeling of inhaling the fresh breath of new beginnings was truly addictive. He even felt as if he was overflowing with limitless energy that begged to be expelled.Truly it was great to be alive again.