All Chapters of George's Last Reincarnation: Chapter 1
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CHAPTER ONE — THE NIGHT GEORGE DIED
Police sirens screamed in the distance, but they were the least of his problems.He pressed his back against a cold brick wall, chest heaving, heart slamming against his ribs like it wanted out.Two men lay motionless near a dumpster, their blood mixing with the rainwater at his feet. George wiped his knife on his shirt. “Come on,”he whispered to himself. “Move.”A voice echoed from the mouth of the alley: “GEORGE KANE! WE KNOW YOU’RE HERE!”Not police. Worse. Gang hunters. Eight of them. George slid deeper into the shadows. He knew the rules of the street, you survive by being louder, meaner, quicker. Tonight he wasn’t any of those.Tonight… it felt like the world wanted him gone. One of the hunters kicked a trash can aside. “He’s bleeding. Check the trail!”George looked at his arm, a bullet had grazed him earlier. Blood dripped steadily.They would find him soon. He tightened the grip on his knife, but his hand trembled. Not from fear. George didn’t fear men. He feared something e
CHAPTER TWO — THE FIRST WARNING
The world returned in a flood of warm sunlight. Days had passed, George could feel it in the weak rhythm of a newborn body slowly adjusting to life again. He lay in a small crib beside a window.His mother hummed a soft tune while folding tiny clothes. For a moment, one small, fragile moment, George felt peace. Then the door creaked open. A nurse entered, wheeling a small table. “Feeding time.”George watched carefully. He needed to learn. Every second mattered. As the nurse lifted him, she whispered: “You’re a quiet one, aren’t you?”George stared up at her. She smiled… but her smile froze. Her hands trembled. Her eyes widened as if she had seen something impossible behind him. “No…”she whispered. “Not again…”The room temperature dropped instantly. George felt frost crawl over the edges of the crib. His mother looked up. “Is something wrong?”The nurse stepped back, shaking. “There’s… there’s someone else here.”His mother frowned. “Who?”But George already knew. A shadow formed be
CHAPTER THREE — THE BOY WHO SHOULD NOT KNOW HIS NAME
Night pressed against the city like a living thing, heavy, cold, watching. George moved quickly through the alley, shoulders tense, senses sharp.He had dealt with killers, thieves, gang lords, and drug demons in his past lives… but nothing unnerved him like the strange boy who kept appearing. Five visits in three years. Five warnings.And tonight, George felt the sixth presence even before he saw him. A soft scrape echoed behind him.George spun, knife in hand. “Come out,”he growled. A child, no older than fourteen, stepped from the shadows. He wore a simple white shirt, barefoot, unfazed by the cold. His eyes were wrong for a child: ancient, calm, knowing.“George,”the boy whispered, “you’re running out of time.”George’s jaw clenched. “Not tonight. I’m not in the mood.”“You must listen.”The boy’s voice was soft, but the darkness seemed to quiet around it. “You’re living your last reincarnation.”George took a step back before he realized it. Fear, that rare, unfamiliar sensatio
CHAPTER FOUR — THE ROOM THAT REMEMBERS HIM
Light swallowed George whole. For a moment, he felt weightless, like his body had been peeled away, leaving only raw awareness floating in an empty space. No sound. No breath. No heartbeat.Then the light cracked apart. George stumbled forward, catching himself on cold stone. He blinked. He was inside… a room. A square chamber with walls carved from smooth white marble, glowing faintly from within. No windows. No doors.Except the one he came through. The red door now stood behind him. But something was wrong. The handle was gone. The keyhole was gone. The door had become a solid slab, as if it had never been meant to open again.George cursed under his breath. “What the hell did you drag me into?”A voice answered: “Your seventh chance.”George turned sharply. Someone was standing in the center of the room. Not the boy. A man, tall, calm, wearing simple grey robes. Barefoot. Dark hair tied loosely behind him. Eyes a still, impossible silver.George’s spine locked. He knew that face.
CHAPTER FIVE — THE CITY OF LOST BREATHS
George hit the ground hard enough to knock the air from his lungs. Dust exploded around him in a blue-lit cloud. His palms scraped against rough stone.For a moment he lay there, gasping, trying to understand what had happened, where he was, why everything felt wrong, heavy, unreal. Then he heard it.A low hum. Like thousands of distant whispers bleeding together. He pushed himself up The sight froze him.He stood on a platform overlooking a massive cavern a city carved into the rock, its walls glowing with blue veins of light. Towers twisted upward like spirals of bone.Bridges hung like spiderwebs between impossible structures. Below, countless translucent figures drifted, souls, wandering aimlessly, their faces blank and shimmering.The place pulsed with an energy he could feel through his skin. “Where the hell am I…?”His voice echoed strangely, swallowed by the humming below. A sharp whistle cut through the air. George turned just in time. The Collectors were coming.Descending l
CHAPTER SIX — THE EXECUTIONER OF THE VEIL
The tower quaked as the Sovereign stepped fully into the chamber, each footfall shaking the stone like a heartbeat made of thunder. Golden fire poured slowly from the creature’s hands, dripping like molten sunlight and burning the floor where it touched.George’s pulse spiked.Rion grabbed his arm. “Up the stairs! NOW!”George didn’t argue, he sprinted. The spiraling staircase clung to the inner wall of the tower, steep and narrow. Blue lanterns flickered wildly as he ran upward two steps at a time.Behind him, the Sovereign’s voice thundered: “SEVENTH-SOUL. YOUR THREAD ENDS HERE.” George shouted down, breath ragged. “Rion! Why is that thing after me?!”Rion sprinted behind him, cloak snapping like torn wings. “Sovereigns hunt what threatens the balance! Your stolen fates, your extra lives, they see all of it as corruption!”“I didn’t ask for any of this!”“Intent does not matter to a Sovereign!”A beam of golden fire ripped past them, blasting through the staircase. Stone crumbled. G
CHAPTER SEVEN THE BOY WHO NEVER AGED
Blue light shimmered against George’s skin as he stumbled through the underground hall. The walls pulsed like living veins, carrying streams of trapped souls whispering in languages older than Earth.He forced himself upright, breath ragged. Footsteps echoed behind him. Not the Collectors. Something softer. Smaller. A child’s steps. George spun, muscles tight, and froze. There he was.The Boy.The same boy who had appeared five times across three years. The boy who spoke prophecies no child should understand. The boy who never changed, never grew, never aged.Now he stood in the glowing corridor, barefoot, wearing the same white shirt and shorts, his eyes dark pools of knowing. “You’re late,”the boy said calmly. George’s throat went dry. “You, how did you get here?”“You’re not the only one who can cross the folds between lives,”the boy replied. His voice carried no echo in the cavern. “I warned you this would happen.”George stepped back. “You told me I was on my last reincarnation
CHAPTER EIGHT THE WHITE VOID AND THE FIRST TRUTH
George’s body plunged through the collapsing floor, swallowed by a blinding white abyss. No gravity.No sound. No air. Only endless brightness stretching in every direction.He twisted in free fall, arms flailing, but there was nothing to grab, nothing to slow him, nothing to define up or down. Just falling.Forever. “HELLO!”he shouted, but the sound scattered like dust in the void. His chest tightened. His breath vanished. His bones vibrated from the Sovereign’s touch that had seared into him like a brand. They built you to end everything.The words echoed again inside his skull. “No…”George gasped. “No, NO!”He tried to steady his mind, but fragments of visions slammed into him, destruction, flames, galaxies breaking apart, thousands of spirits bowing around a ritual circle.And at the center of the ritual, a child with his face. George clutched his head and screamed. “STOP! STOP SHOWING ME THIS!”The white void trembled. A ripple formed in the distance, spreading outward like a s
CHAPTER NINE THE AWAKENING THAT SHOULD NEVER HAPPEN
George slammed back into existence with a violent jolt, landing on hard stone. His breath ripped from his lungs as a shock of pain shot through his ribs. Darkness surrounded him. Cold. Heavy. Wrong.He coughed, pushing himself upright. The chamber he was in felt ancient, pillars carved with shifting spirals, walls breathing faint silver mist. The air tasted like metal and forgotten prayers. He wasn’t alone.A massive shadow formed behind him. George froze, every muscle locking. “Seventh Soul…”The voice was everywhere. Inside his ears. Inside his skull. Inside his bones. The Sovereign had followed him. “No,”George whispered, backing away. “You shouldn’t be here. The First Soul said”“The First Soul is gone,”the Sovereign rumbled. “The White Layer has broken. You cannot hide anymore.”The temperature dropped so fast George’s breath turned to frost. He forced himself to stand straighter.“You said they built me to end everything,” George spat. “Why me? Why not someone stronger? Smarte
CHAPTER TEN THE FINAL LIFE BEGINS
George hit the ground HARD.Air slammed out of his lungs, dust exploding upward as his body skidded across cracked pavement. The world around him spun, blinding light, blaring horns, shouting voices. He lay on his back, staring up at a gray morning sky. Rain clouds choked the horizon. Car tires screeched somewhere nearby.A woman shouted, “HEY! YOU ALMOST HIT HIM!”George groaned, pushing himself up. His bones felt… new. Softer. Younger. The familiar heaviness of a seasoned fighter was gone. His joints didn’t ache. His muscles were lean, not hardened by violence.He wasn’t broken. He wasn’t dying. He wasn’t bleeding. He was alive. And human again. A teenager, maybe seventeen. A crowd gathered around him.“Kid, you alright?”“Should we call someone?”“Is he hurt?”George blinked. Final life… this is my final life. The boy’s last warning echoed like thunder in his skull: “If Asher hesitates even once, RUN.”George staggered to his feet, ignoring the hands reaching to help him. He didn’