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97. The Ramen Shop
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The dock was quiet, shrouded in a cold stillness that matched the steel-gray water stretching beneath the boats. Dock #6 was lined with vessels of all sizes, their moored hulls creaking faintly with the occasional ripple of the tide. I stood alone, my breath visible in the frigid air, waiting for Orla to emerge from her hiding spot. Around me, Damien, Honey, Jared, and Jason worked to ensure no one could approach the boats, sweeping the area to block off any possible escape route she might attempt. Finally, movement caught my eye. A figure hesitantly stepped out from one of the boats, glancing around nervously. There she is. "Hey! Took you long enough, Orla!" I called, my voice cutting through the silence, snapping her attention toward me. "Did you really think you could get away so easily?" "J-Jack?!" she stammered, her face a mix of shock and dread. "How did you—" "How?" I smirked. "You're easy to find because you're you. Thanks for not listening to your husband, by the way. I
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I woke up in a large, fluffy bed, feeling oddly invigorated. The last thing I remembered was being stabbed—multiple times—left bleeding out in the mud. But now, there was no pain, no aching wounds, nothing. I ran my hands over my body, half expecting to find blood-soaked bandages, but my skin was smooth, unblemished. I was sure I'd died in the woods. "I just don't feel 32 anymore," I murmured, flexing my fingers. My hands... had they ever been this soft? This small? My skin was paler than I remembered, almost delicate. It felt unnatural. Panic gnawed at my gut as I took in my surroundings. This wasn't a hospital. It was a fucking kid's bedroom. The walls were covered in posters of classic rock bands, the shelves cluttered with trophies and Power Ranger action figures. The bedspread was dark blue, patterned with white stars, and a scratched-up desk stood by the window, covered in doodles and stickers. Nothing about this place felt familiar. Did someone find me? Patch me up? Coul
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I left for school on my own, skipping breakfast with the so-called family. If they didn't care about me, I wasn't going to waste my time trying to know them either. Besides, I had much more important things to focus on—like the insane amount of money sitting in my bank account. Apparently, my "dad," Leigh Spencer, ran a massive luxury retail franchise, and my "mom" owned a financial consulting firm. Together, they were almost billionaires. Even this loser kid's personal bank account held a staggering $15 million—all because he got a ridiculously high allowance and never spent a dime. I'd never seen that much legal money in one place before. It was just sitting there, untouched, waiting for me to burn through it. I couldn't fucking wait. "We've arrived, young master," Erwin announced as the car rolled to a stop. I looked out the window and holy shit. The school in front of me wasn't just a school—it was a goddamn castle. It looked like one of those elite European academies
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"... and then you solve for X. Does anyone want to take a guess at the answer?" The math teacher beamed at the front of the room, seemingly oblivious to the collective groan that went through the students. Who the hell wanted a math lesson on the first day? Certainly not me. "How about Jack Spencer?" I glared at her. There were clearly other people with their hands raised—eager little nerds desperate to make a good first impression—but she picked me instead. She wasn't slick. She wanted to humiliate me, probably assuming I wasn't paying attention. "It's 45.7%," I said, barely sparing a glance at the problem. For some reason, I just knew the answer, even though, in my last life, I hadn't made it past Algebra I. I guess this Spencer kid was actually smart. "That's correct," the teacher said, a little too surprised. "I thought you weren't paying attention, but I guess I was mistaken." So she was trying to embarrass me? This was exactly why I hated school. Teachers were all the
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Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 98. Dock #6
The dock was quiet, shrouded in a cold stillness that matched the steel-gray water stretching beneath the boats. Dock #6 was lined with vessels of all sizes, their moored hulls creaking faintly with the occasional ripple of the tide. I stood alone, my breath visible in the frigid air, waiting for Orla to emerge from her hiding spot. Around me, Damien, Honey, Jared, and Jason worked to ensure no one could approach the boats, sweeping the area to block off any possible escape route she might attempt. Finally, movement caught my eye. A figure hesitantly stepped out from one of the boats, glancing around nervously. There she is. "Hey! Took you long enough, Orla!" I called, my voice cutting through the silence, snapping her attention toward me. "Did you really think you could get away so easily?" "J-Jack?!" she stammered, her face a mix of shock and dread. "How did you—" "How?" I smirked. "You're easy to find because you're you. Thanks for not listening to your husband, by the way. I
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 97. The Ramen Shop
"What are you doing?!" Jason yelled. "Can't you see? We're running away, motherfucker!" I shot him a grin and flipped him off over my shoulder. We rounded the corner at full speed, the sound of sirens and shouting fading behind us. Just as we were about to take another turn, Honey emerged casually from the opposite side of the building. I skidded to a stop, nearly crashing into her. "I assume it's all there?" I asked, straightening up and catching my breath. "Yup," Honey replied, unbothered. We kept moving, walking briskly toward the car. "What's all up there?" Jared asked, glancing back at the building. "Remember those drugs that were just sitting around?" Honey smirked. "They've been offloaded into that lady's apartment. Stashed everywhere, too—closets, drawers, vents. There's no quick fix for her now." Jason's eyes widened in realization. "Ohhh, no wonder you only let me fight!" "Exactly," I nodded. "If Damien got caught on camera fighting, it'd look really bad as the chie
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 96. Orla’s Husband
{TW: Violence} "You shitheads!" Matthew roared, his voice raw with fury. "Today's your last day in this world! Thirty minutes?! I only need five to bash your fucking heads in!" He charged at me again, throwing a flurry of punches so fast they started to lose precision. His movements were messy, driven by panic and desperation, but the sheer force behind them made them dangerous. I ducked and dodged, his fists whistling past my head, occasionally countering with sharp, punishing blows. "Don't get too cocky," I warned just before I landed a devastating uppercut that sent Matthew crashing to the ground. I stepped closer, smirking down at the groaning man. "Hey, I thought you needed five minutes. It's barely been three!" I taunted. "What a disappointment." Matthew's face twisted in fury, his teeth gritted as he forced himself up. "What, you fucker?! Disappointment?!" His glare burned into me, pure venom. "You didn't even do shit! You cowardly asshole! You're dead!" I didn't even
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 95. Breaking Bracelets
Jason pulled open my car door, and I took a second to adjust my t-shirt, airing myself out from the lingering heat of adrenaline. He was already in mission mode—his usual smirk replaced by a focused, grim determination. According to Paul, some of Orla's men were holed up in a nearby brownstone apartment. Seven of them in one place. If we played this right, we could take them all down in one sweep. "No way they don't know I'm coming for them," I muttered as we approached the building. "And yet, they're still cozying up to Aunt Orla like nothing's wrong." Jason's lips twitched into the faintest smirk. "Guess we'll see just how brave they are." "It won't matter. Damien's going to get the credit for calling them in anyway." I sighed. Damien had been on clean-up duty for a while now. I just couldn't bring myself to involve him in this side of things. But in a way, it worked in his favor—his tip-offs had skyrocketed his father's reputation with the police force. The Chief of Police had
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 94. Corporate Warfare
Jared approached me with his usual smug grin, holding up a bag in one hand. "Hey Jack! Sorry I'm late, but I thought you'd want a snack." I eyed the bag warily before snatching it out of his hand, the smell of warm beef patty hitting my nose. "Oh, you bastard! How thoughtful!" I said, already taking a bite. The flaky crust and seasoned beef were a much-needed comfort after everything that had happened in the Deans office. "How's the investigation going?" Jared's expression shifted slightly. "Nothing's really changed. Riley is in prison, and that aunt of yours is laying low, but I was able to find out some things. Whatever scared act she's pulling is fake. She's an active participant." I paused mid-bite. "Elaborate." "She's running McIntyre Baked Goods, but her nickname in the streets is 'The Shapeshifter,'" Jared explained. "She plays the part of a scared, innocent little lamb to avoid trouble, but she's your uncle's largest supporter. She's been like that before you were born. Sh
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 93. Cheater Allegations
Three fucking days of silence! No test results, nothing from the Roth gang or the McIntyre family, no system missions—just the same monotonous grind of school. I hated to admit it, but I was bored. Really bored. My mind wandered endlessly, trying to imagine the possibilities for what could happen next. But no, nothing. No updates, no action, just me stuck in this mundane loop of school and home. And then the voice over the intercom broke through my thoughts. "Jack Spencer to the principal's office. Now, please." Maybe this was the system finally rewarding me. Maybe I had improved more than anyone else at this school—no unexcused absences, a few tardies, and some detentions. I grabbed my bag and walked out of class as quickly as I could, hoping this was some good news. The hallways felt unusually quiet as I made my way to the office, the echoes of my footsteps punctuating the tense silence. "Go right in," the receptionist said, barely sparing me a glance as she typed away at her
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 92. Midterms
The aftermath of everything was truly uneventful. The attorney general denied his involvement in everything the livestream had exposed, but he somehow managed to keep his position. All mentions of me being a suspect were overshadowed by Riley McIntyre's arrest and the scrutiny directed at the Attorney General's office. I was grounded, naturally. My mom was furious with me for not letting the whole McIntyre thing go and for continuing to dig into her past. Apparently, my obsession with fighting the McIntyre family made her think I wasn't putting enough focus on my schoolwork. So, no going out again until school started. Which, of course, sucked. Not just because I was stuck in the house, but because midterms were here. And I hadn't studied for a damn thing. Not a page. I hadn't had the time with everything that was going on, and frankly, I hadn't cared much. "This academy prides itself on excelling in all aspects of its curriculum!" the examiner announced as he passed out thick
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 91. The Final Play
The screen flickered as the livestream began, showing an empty bedroom. The room was all too familiar. It was my house. Confusion clouded my thoughts as I watched the chat flood with comments. "Why the hell is this on my feed?" "What's going on here?" "Clickbait much?" I couldn't help but wonder what kind of sick game this was. But then the door suddenly burst open. Riley McIntyre stormed in, his face twisted with fury. His arm wasn't in a cast, which caught me off guard, but his rage was unmistakable. *************** "Eva Spencer! I finally found—" Riley started, his voice cracking as he scanned the empty room. His frustration was palpable. "What the fuck? Where'd that bitch go? Again with the bull—" "I knew you'd come," came a calm, cold voice from the doorway. Damien stepped into view, his gaze sharp and unwavering as he locked eyes with Riley. *************** My mom gasped beside me. "What's he doing?" I quickly shushed her, not wanting to make a sound. My focus was comp
Rebirth: What’s Left Of Me 90. Calculated Risk
{TW: Violence} The fight began the moment I stepped into the room. Riley's shocked expression quickly turned into a snarl, but before I could get to him, the man in the suit stepped in, trying to block my path. "Hey!" he yelled, throwing a wild punch that connected with the side of my face. The impact made me stumble, but I powered through, shoving him aside as hard as I could. Riley had barely risen from his chair when I swung my fist. My punch landed cleanly on the side of his head, sending him sprawling out of the chair. The man may have been big, but he was old, and it was clear he hadn't kept up with his regimen. His face twisted in pain as he hit the floor. The man in the suit gasped and screamed at me. "If you joke around about the law, do you expect me to do nothing?!" "You fucker!" Riley growled, scrambling back to his feet. I didn't give him the chance to recover and brought my foot down hard, aiming for him again. Riley dodged and, in one swift motion, grabbed the cha
