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re·birth:

noun

the process of being reincarnated or born again.

"the endless cycle of birth, death, and rebirth"

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"The people experiencing the most pain tend to be the ones who are always trying to make others smile."

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Blood. Pain. Death.

The three words that defined his life.

Whoever got close to him, whoever tried to peel away the walls he put up, whoever loved him always seemed to die.

His mother died when he was less than a week old.

His father died when he was only three.

His siblings died when he was eleven.

And she died when he was twenty-six.

He couldn't explain their relationship. He wanted to love her, but she was much too young. Besides, her brother would skin him if he found out about his feelings for her. If there were any at all.

His life had always been filled with negative emotions.

When he was young he was happy, but after he turned three, he never could let go of the hatred he felt. He could never let go of the rage that burned through him after learning how his mother died. When his siblings were run through with swords, he ripped the assailants throats out with his bare hands.

His breath faltered as he remembered all the blood on his hands.

Her blood was on his hands too.

She tried to save him while they were in the castle. She did everything in her power, but she still had her body torn for being near him. He cradled her in his hands, but she didn't make it.

That made him go over the edge.

He murdered anyone that came in his path. He didn't care if they were good or bad, he had to let go of all the rage this land had caused him. These people had caused. Their actions had caused him.

Revenge over took him.

Her last words were to be strong, and to let her go. He ignored them, and went the opposite way.

When he came across her brother, he was shocked at the crimson that drenched his clothes, stained his skin, branded his very soul.

His pure look was tainted.

She always told him he looked like this because he was completely pure. He only killed the bad guys.

He hated when she said that.

The bad guys to him were the same people she looked up to, the same people that praised them for defeating the 'bad guys'.

Some of the bad guys were like him.

He never intervened on those ones, and always let them escape if they were fighting him.

When she found her body, she screamed her name. Her brother turned around to see his sister lying limply in her arms, her skin gone of life.

His head swiveled to his, and he asked if he killed her.

His friends all stood there. He knew his answer before he was asked.

"Yes."

Yes, I did it. I killed her. I killed her. I killed her. I killed her. I killed her. I am the one who brought her short life to an end because I couldn't protect her.

That's when he attacked, fire encasing his body. He knew this was going to come, and he accepted it. However, a rush of water and air slowed him to a stop. He screamed profanities at the others, while his best friend looked at him.

"Why?"

Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why did she have to die? Why not him? Why did they have to punish him for being alive? Was his existent that bad in the world?

He never answered. Instead, he looked at the blood on his hands, and clenched his fists. Why did it have to end this way? Why couldn't he have one person he loved stay with him?

Looking up, he saw the only other people he cared for. Even though they were annoying and always tried to make him seem weak, he loved them. He would die for them.

And that's what he decided to do.

"I can't answer that. I'll never answer that. It's best you never see me again. Otherwise, I'll kill you too." He answered as he turned to leave.

He heard him calling out his name. He didn't turn back. He couldn't.

After a day of running, he looked at the blood that caked his body. He dove into the nearest river he could find, and tried to scrub the blood off. As the river stained red, he sobbed.

The feeling of their flesh being torn as he dug his hands into it lingered on his hands. Blood forever wafted through his mind, the smell never leaving him.

Eventually, the only place he could go was home.

So he did.

He took the one way there.

It was terrible, feeling the way he did.

It was worse upon seeing the ruins he knew he'd see.

He had made a promise, but he had to break it. They'd understand, right?

After finding his old home, he fell into the rubble and laid there. He didn't move. He just laid there until his body gave way.

Now, he was floating through the darkness.

He thought he was cursed.

He had to be, right?

Cursed to forever float in the void. Cursed to never leave the dark abyss that was his mind. Cursed to always think of the memories he wanted to forget.

And after what seemed eons, he finally noticed something different.

A white light.

His body seemed drawn to it, so he didn't fight. Perhaps this was his chance to finally go to the even more terrible of punishments.

Once the light flooded his face, a voice spoke to him, telling him what to was happen and why it was going to happen. It explained the new ways of the world, and explained what happened to his old friends. He felt tears rolling down his cheeks when he heard that part.

Then, the light warmed his frigid body, and the darkness vanished, never to be toyed with again.

Unless he was instructed to.

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His breath faltered as he stumbled into the house. The smell of Alcohol was protruding from him like a foul cloud. His movements were sluggish and his sight dimmed. His eyes were glazed over, and his words swam through their ears as they sat in the room.

"It's almost been a whole millennia and I still have yet to get over it." He slurred.

She frowned as she sat on the couch, watching her husband. "Manny, you have to get over this-"

"No!" He screamed. "His words have haunted me forever. He said he'd kill us, kill me! His best friend!"

The other man cleared his throat. "He murdered my sister and you don't see me drinking a whole bar to drown out my worries."

"Aaron, I didn't ask for your op-"

"Manuel! Aaron! Stop it!" She cried out, throwing her hands out.

Manuel and Aaron stopped their bickering and turned to see the tears falling from her face. "God, now you have me crying!" She exclaimed as she dabbed at her wet face.

"Venus-"

"Save it, Aaron." Venus snapped as she wiped her eyes with the sleeves of her dress. "This day is hard on us all and we deal with it in our own ways."

Aaron sighed. "I just don't want to see Manuel wandering around drunk every single time this day rolls around."

Manuel poked his cheek out with his tongue as he pondered over Aaron's words. Venus shook her head as she made her way over to him. She gently wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him close to her. As soon as his head fell into her neck, water began to hit it. She rubbed his back. "Oh, Manny..."

His sobs rang through her ears as she comforted him. Aaron walked over and stared sadly at Manuel. He looked over at the fireplace and waved his hand in front of it. Fire began to lick up the dry wood in it, allowing the room to heat up nicely. Venus gently led Manuel over to the chair by the fire and sat him down in it.

Eventually, his cries went silent, and his eyes shut. His breath became soft and light, telling Venus that her husband had drifted off to sleep.

Venus turned to Aaron, who was staring into space. She opened her mouth to say something when a shiver ran down her spine. Aaron seemed affected as well, and Manuel snapped awake, a gasp escaping his lips.

They all glanced at each other, confused at what that was.

They would soon find out, though.

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The woman looked down at the child that lay in her arms. His skin was a ghostly pale and the little hair he had was a pure white. He gurgled softly in her arms as he slept, causing her to begin gushing over him.

Her husband smiled at the boy, the sides of his eyes crinkling as he saw him. He looked nothing like the two, but that didn't stop them from already being in love with him.

The boy walked over, narrowing his eyes at the boy's appearance. "Mom, why does he look like that?"

"Daniel, your brother looks perfectly fine." She snapped, but then relaxed after hearing her tone.

Daniel bit his bottom lip. He opened his mouth to say something, but then the baby opened his eyes, revealing the most stunning, violet eyes the woman had ever seen. He giggled at their expression, and then closed his eyes once more, drifting off to sleep.

"He's perfect, our little Nathan." The woman remarked to her husband.

Her husband nodded. "He's perfect."

Daniel scrunched up, but said nothing.

He felt uneasy about this.

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Hey there, my peeps!

What do you think of the redone version of Spirit so far? I hope this will be better than the last version...

I seriously messed it up and confused even myself in the direction it started in and then ended in.

Anyways...

I was watching The Flash on Hulu because I don't own cable and it isn't on Netflix yet, so I was hoping to get the episodes that have been made so far for the season watched while I typed this up.

I made it to the second episode and then went to the third one, but in the part where it does the 'previously' stuff, I saw things that I had yet to see, and then it started talking about Barry being dead, and I was so confused so I pressed back, and it turns out it skips about nineteen episodes in the season.

I wanted to murder someone.

But, I shrugged it off and checked out Arrow, but it skipped TWENTY-ONE episodes in the season, so then I felt like murdering a group of people.

So, to appease my murderous rage, I checked out Agents of Shield only to find that it was the same deal! I mean, I have yet to finish the second season yet, but I was hoping it be better!

Then, I saw Agent Carter, and I almost jumped out of my bed in happiness, but upon opening it, I saw it only had the second season on, and it started at episode six.

And that's how I'm ending my day. Yay...

-Paige