Chapter 1 Phuture
Agonizing screams shrieked out, pain overwhelmed the body until the state of numbness.
So much pain! My chest, hips, waist, arms, and my head!
Her entire body felt brutally beaten and mutilated, from head down to the toes. Like she had been savagely attacked by multiple beings at once, or just forced down and overpowered for an extended period of time.
Possibly even both.
Disoriented, she tried to stand, falling back to her stomach.
Phuture, a woman who's lived a long life of confusion and adversity, still was unable to wrap her mind of wisdom around the situation.
Questions continued flustering her brain while she laid in muddy dirt, her body too dismantled for an escape.
How did I suddenly end up outside in the middle of the woods? The full moon is low on the western horizon, symbolizing that the sun will be arising in a couple hours. Maybe... it's about 4A.M? Where the hell is my husband? My baby girl?
More fiery screams of agony.
My family needs me more than ever, and I'm trapped within dirt in the freakin' woods!
Wait!
The pain eases down gradually as minutes had gone by, am I healing from injuries? Of course! This pain had to come from something, and now I'm rapidly recovering!
My spiritual energy is extremely low though... which means I'm still near death. Am I really going to die here?
Subconsciously, willpower for staying alived pushed her to building up more strength, lifting herself from the mud swamp she bathed in.
Absolutely disgusting!
Wait, I'm naked! Who the hell did this to me?
Breaking free had been accomplished, however there was no trace of memory regarding her whereabouts. No matter how hard she attempted to remember, there was nothing in mind to restore her memory. There was too many questions, too many holes and missing pieces to puzzle.
Dazzled and faint, she stumbled to a nearby tree and leaned against it.
A fuckin' swamp?
There was a bible a few feet away on top of ripped up clothing, just across from the swamp she dug herself out. She grabbed that bible and used the ripped up clothing to cover herself much as she could. Much of her body was still exposed, but she made sure to cover her private areas.
Being naked was the least of her issues at the moment. Her family was the priority, finding her husband and children was the main concern.
She came cross tons of mud, ashes scattering away from the wind, and pools of blood on her way to the bible and clothing
Something horrible happened, but her pain became little to nothing. There was still a sting inside though, as if her spirit was still damaged.
She spent hours of walking, running, jogging through the wooded area with extreme frustration and little to no hope. There was a desperation to survive that kept her running, until she finally could hear voices of men nearby.
Horse. She could also hear a horse nearby as well, but her body instinctively hesitated on going towards them for help.
Are they...the threat? Trust your instinct Phuture, always put your intuition first.
After the slight hesitation of going there direction for help, she'd stealth towards them to find a pathway for freedom.
She decided on scoping the area, possibly finding out what the hell was really going on.
She was kneeled down by trees hiding with the darkness, reaching the sounds of men and their horse.
Three men were conversing amongst each other, all of them standing with rifles beside their horse.
Guns.
Am I strong enough to fight against rifles? I'm unsure because my spirit is still significantly damaged... at least I know one thing for sure...this is not my home! Guns are basically extinct in my world, those acts of savagery were replaced with another form of killing. Using our own spiritual energy.
"The little bitch thought she was so smart." One of the men said. "Tryna' read books and shit! Conspiring to free the whole plantation!"
Those words caught her attention the most, and she tuned into the rest of the conversation afterwards.
Trying to read books? Am I... am I a slave? What the hell?! How the hell am I supposes to get home?
The moonlight glistened down upon them, triggering her rotation around on the tree to remain in the shadows. But during her rotation and brief moment under the moonlight, she realized her skin was darker than usual. She touched her face and nearly shrieked again, finally coming to the conclusion that she wasn't herself.
Not only was she so confused that she wasn't herself metaphorically, but she quite literally wasn't her physical self either.
Critical thinking was an importance to staying alive when spirtual energy is low, pushing her to remaining calm under unclear circumstances.
Transmigration? It's clear they just killed this woman... did I happen to die and reincarnate as a slave? I can still sense my spiritual pressure, and I can still contain all the memories of my previous life. I need answers!
All three of the men in front of her where obviously hostile, and there was still questions regarding her strength.
Phuture was afraid and experienced actual fear for the first time in years. Normally she'd curmudgeonly snap out, what they call a crash out in her world. So she steadied her heartbeat with repeated breathing, trying her hardest not to let this horrific scenery cause a panic.
Her eyes glanced at the rifles armed on the three men, all of them were suspects of killing the woman she'd transmigrated into.
Who am I? Investigate or attack?
In Phuture's world she was a dominant force to reckon a battle with, and there was only a couple spiritual beings who were stronger than her. She had been through enough pain and suffering, to the point where she didn't hesitate to kill before being killed.
Phuture took one last deep breath and exhaled, she stepped away from the tree calling out to the men.
The men heard branches cracking, hearing her footsteps coming towards them before turning to the shocking image of an unwounded slave woman.
An unwounded slave woman that they've just killed less than an about eighty minutes ago. Not only was the woman miraculously alive, but she was also feeling healed of all injuries. They had beaten her, raped her, strangled her, and even shot the woman in the head.
None of them spoke a word or lifted their guns, choked by the shocking phenomenon before their eyes.
Phuture questioned the men. "Who am I?"