Every single time I was injured severely, I survived and was back up long before doctors predicted. I once got a skull fracture I wasn't supposed to survive according to the hospital staff, and was walking around on the second day, and actually was fit to leave the hospital on the third. I was never even knocked unconscious when it happened, and managed to walk an eighth of a mile, climb a fence, walk up stairs, and wait ten minutes. This was all before the wound was even cleaned, bleeding until I hit the fence.
The other thing is... It feels like there's something that's not actually me taking over at times. Especially in times of high stress. It doesn't even pause for wounds. It just... Takes over. If someone runs at me it/I detect (s) whoever it is from a block away easily and knows if they're running past or going to try something. It makes my body move way faster than it should be able to. I was able to beat a guys almost sprint with a moderate jog... With more weight on me than an average U.S. Marine carries. Then with half that weight... I was moving at twice the speed of one of our most fit ROTC guys easily... He managed to sneak up and playfully jump on me and my girlfriend... But it hurt her Achilles tendon. I looked at her for permission and she told me I could, and I/it was on him almost instantly... I crossed a road and went half a block in almost a third of the time it took him to sprint it, and was already there pinning him down, then it faded back.
Also, whenever my body gets injured. It goes even faster, and more brutal. I tripped one time while chasing someone who managed to keep their distance, and then I slid on my hands and knees for three feet, tearing my jeans open and putting a gash in my right palm. Then I/it pushed off the ground, losing no ground behind them, and then I was just out of arms reach fading back in. It felt like breath was not a factor and my body would not allow itself to be exhausted. I kept going for another half a mile at a sprint just behind them before the need for breath kicked back in.
Ever since these types of things with "it" have been happening the names Aegis and Wraith have been stuck in my head. One side very protective, the other very brutal.
The cuts on my hands and knees healed after only two days. Before "it" was in me, a cut would take months to heal, no matter how small.
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