Intrinsic Instincts

His eyes opened and he saw the ground. Instead, this ground was the earth. It took a minute to figure out that he was up by a couple of thousand feet. The air felt like he was upon the ground. He was at max velocity.

Underneath him, he saw dry mountains, trails, and canyons. At the distance, he could see the curvature of the planet. He realized he was in a perfect falling position. It felt like his unconscious-self already knew there was a long fall taking place before he opened his eyes.

He tried to feel for a parachute behind his back. There was none. Suddenly, a thought or a voice, something he could not explain, it was instinct perhaps, but it made sense in his mind. He concentrated, kept listening to that particular thought or voice, as he kept flying straight down to Earth.

He felt a bubble around him hardening. It was like a shell or a light that lit around him. His mind started to transcend. He felt awe, a beautiful void.

This light that shielded him left a trail as he came down to earth like a lightning rod. Right before impact, he honed his energy by bringing his arms and legs in front of him. With his arms in front of him like parallel bars, and his legs curled up covering his stomach. He felt his speed affected when the light around him came close to hitting the earth seconds before impact.

Boom, the sound of a meteor sounded across the valley. Dust arose and clots of dry earth came down around insects that roamed the area.

He was faced down on the crater he had created. His arms were underneath him and they were hurting. His legs were numb. He felt pain. It burned in his mind as a voice or this thought, it was almost like a memory speaking to him, kept him calm. He was hurting tremendously. Tears cut through his dusty face as he tried to pry himself up with his broken arms.

He turned over and did not look at the damage. He felt heat and movement around his arms and legs. He felt it around his torso which made him look down at his body.

He could not believe what he was looking at. If his old mind would have seen this, it would have thought that it was a miracle. However, he had a new mind now it seemed. He knew what was going on with his body without really knowing. The memory voice in his head told him so.

He saw his body fixing itself. He saw his hyperextended arm, totally fractured in three places, come back around and straightened up. The pain was sharp. He could hear some bones popping back in place. His shoulder slipping back to normal, as he sat up in the middle of this crater that he had just created. Sitting upright, one leg popped back into place at the knee while the other looked like it was unharmed.

After the bones, came the flesh. He didn’t have any missing, but he did have some lacerations that healed themselves with no scars.

When it was over, he felt normal. He felt brand new. The thoughts that crossed his mind were from his old mind. The memory voice or innate feelings he had while falling and healing were gone. He was human again.

Maybe he wasn’t human, he thought for a second.

He stood up and felt like a million dollars. He looked up and saw the beautiful, open, blue sky. Nothing above but blue with a few clouds that looked like giant cotton balls. It was a beautiful hot day. He was in the middle of the desert.

He had clothes. They were dirty and ripped, but his clothes were there. Some blood spots here and there, but he had clothes. He started walking, looking back at the crater he made from the impact. He did not know what to think. He looked like he was clueless, as he was for his thoughts amounted to nothing at that moment.

He walked straight not knowing where he was going. Surprisingly, he saw a digital compass in the air, right in front of him. It sat at the upper right corner of his vision. Whenever he tried looking at it, it moved away from his peripheral. The man somehow knew this was now normal. He just went with it.

While he walked where this holographic compass led him, the man wondered, if other people were around, if they would be able to see it. The man’s questioning did not go far as he already knew the answer. It was innate.

Another quick question popped into the man’s mind: “Was he an android?” No way, he saw blood earlier while healing from his long fall. Then another question: “Was he an Angel?” Wait, what? The idea of being an angel did not seem to not make any sense in his jolted brain.

He walked and walked with questions, but those wonderments did not last. They were answered in his head, his heart, or something answered that made him feel better.

He knew he was going the right way. No questions asked. He just went with his instincts and the holographic images in his sight that led him, guided him. The man figured out how to switch the guiding system off eventually, but it was a bad idea for now.

He figured he was on a mission. Eventually, it will come to him what this mission is. He was on a path. It was a feeling of being born again or that he was a new person.

The man kept walking the desert and entering a world of maladjusted souls that needed a bit of cleansing. Tears of anger grew in him as memories came to him.

It was love.

It was a very painful memory of another life he lived. It was a memory that drove him and made him a slave to his fate. The man did not know how it came to this. He just wanted to walk the path that lit up in his sights. It was a message. It was a hand to avenge something or someone he lost dearly.

The man walked with his bare feet across the hot desert. The pain was felt but it went away as his feet healed from the burns they received from the scorched earth. He was walking through a hell that did not even affect his mind and soul, for his mind and soul were elsewhere.

The man was on autopilot like most people living their everyday lives trying to survive in a heartless world with no one behind the wheel.

The man was coming to affect many people’s lives, for no one will know where he came from. He has come to be an artist. He has come to paint his canvases with the blood of the people that have done him and others wrong. These thoughts kept running through his head.

He felt like he has come on a leash to settle justice.