Survival Rebooted Chapter 1

(I've reworked this chapter at least 4 times, so I'd like to know if it still makes sense and is entertaining, thank you) 

A blade shaped like a saw, stained red in the blood of gods beneath the killers foot. A young man stands menacingly at the deathbed once called heaven, stating his name "Ex" before leaving his enemies to die. He approaches the final god,the sweat upon his forehead rolling off his face, refusing to move an inch as it lies elevated in mid air. The screaming and dying god's behind Ex moving slower and slower, until finally freezing alongside the sweat. The sweat pops as Ex continues to move at a normal pace, the heavens around him disintegrating into flame, yet his pace perfectly steady. As the flames begin to die off, blank faces stare down from the empty sky above.

Before the dream could finish, Ex woke up within his bed, his entire right forearm stained red- not by blood, but as if it was the color of his skin. Ex looked down at his right arm, trying to understand why his arm was red.

"Weird looking, isn't it?" A brown haired girl with freckles wearing a silver breastplate over modern looking t shirt and jeans said, staring down at Ex with a smile.

"M-Madison..." Ex groans.

"Save your breath. The regenerative opiates are numbing your nervous system until your arm is fully recovered. You'll start seeing things that won't make much sense, but it's the only way we'll get our power player back. We need you, Ex. Just fight through the visions, and everything will make sense again."

Ex simply nods, his head plopping back onto the headrest of the bed. Thompson, Madison's brother with nearly the same appearance but with a scar on his left eye and shorter hair, approaches with a vaccine in his hand.

"I"ve got the drugs, Madison." Thompson says.

"Thank you." She replies.

"Bring him back to us. We won't live this without Ex."

Madison swiftly stabs the needle into Ex's left arm, rushing to push the medicine into his body. She says goodbye one last time as his eyes close. As they open, Ex looks past an older version of himself, wearing a red cloak and wielding the bloody saw sword from the dream, staring at a skeletal dragon that planted it self just meters away from where the two stood.

"What are you looking at?" The older Ex asks.

"I need to kill... that." The younger Ex struggles to say his words.

"Is there nothing I can do to have you change your mind? Nothing?! That monster is responsible for everything that happened to me. To us! You really think a future where everything is destroyed is worth a temporary victory?"

"M-move!" Young Ex walks past old Ex.

The older Ex teleports backwards, pushing the young Ex onto the ground by landing where he stood. Old Ex points his sawblade at Ex's neck.

"You'll die if you continue. Is this really worth it?"

The young Ex grabs onto the saw blade, his hand slitting open instantly. However, he doesn't stop there. He continues to grab onto the saw blade, standing up completely and approaching the older Ex. His entire arm mutilated by the time their noses touch.

"My friends are worth it. No matter the cost."

"A foolish answer. Go on then. Kill it."

Young Ex pulls his arm back, the cells within regenerating and completely restoring his arm to full health, as he punched the old Ex, his body vanishing into dust. The vision ends. In the real world, he had his arm extended into a punch while sleeping. The regenerating red skin tone was no longer there.

"He's awake. Or... is he? He looks a bit off." Says Thompson.

"Ex, can you hear me?" Asks Madison.

"Yeah, I hear you." Ex grunts.

"Where are you from?" Asks Madison.

"Memramcook, Canada."

"Year?"

"2015."

"A couple off, but let's keep going. Who do you work for?"

"The Hollow Renegade."

"What is our current mission?"

"To assist the higher ups by clearing the path of undead leading up to the Orisha."

"That's two you've missed. Sorry, but we can't let you fight."

"What?! That was our mission!"

"You're wrong. The mission was for you to kill the Orisha yourself. It's what you've worked so hard for, is it not?"

Ex realized that what he was seeing was nothing more than a vision. Not from the drugs, but from his mind. Ex was already dead. Yet for some reason, his life kept repeating from this single moment. Losing his arm before his battle with the Orisha.

December 2012. It was the first day that anyone ever spotted a demon, and Ex was in for a surprise- as he was about to experience the first sighting firsthand.

Sitting down at a small blue plastic table, a mere 12 year old version of Ex clicks together red and green colored pencils.

"Mom..." He says to a tall woman wearing a brown rag dress, her face blank like the images in the firey dream before. Her hair breathed with the gentle flow of the wind that pushed out the cracked open window. Despite saying her name, she refused to respawn.

"Mom." He repeated. She still had no response.

"Mom!" Ex yells.

"H-huh? Where am I?!" She gasped.

"You zoned out again." Ex says.

The gentle breeze that once passed through the individual strands of his mother's hair threw a powerful punch, her hair flowing to the side before dropping back down to her back.

Silence radiated the room for a moment.

"Mom, I'm off to school." He spoke. He packed pencils and paper in his backpack before leaving. She simply stared blankly at the wall.

The bus took its time to arrive. As he stepped onto the bus, he felt a strange chill. It was as if everyone was staring into the depths of his soul, yet not a single pair of eyes met with mine.

"Good morning," He told the bus driver as he sat in the seat behind him.

"Good morning, Ex." He said.

Ex stared out the window for an hour and a half. Finally, the bus arrived. Ex carefully took his step as he descended down, and was quickly greeted by one of his best friends, Thompson.

"Yo, stupid! What's up?" Said Thompson as he punched Ex's arm.

"Stop calling me stupid. It's not funny." He replies.

"Aww, come on you dumby! Laugh a little."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're a real comedian. Anyways, where's Madison?"

"Madison he says! Madison!!! Oh great Madison, goddess of beauty, how I kneel down at your beloved feet! I, Ex, am but a mortal, and wish to wed thou and produce beautiful children!"

Ex gave Thompson a good punch in the arm. Thompson held his arm while mumbling an incomprehensible high pitched insult,.

"It's not like that. I mean, yeah she's really cool, but I'm not going to 'wed' her.

The both of them laughed, and walked with each other to class.

"So today class..." Said Ms. Adams as she marched elegantly around the room. Her dress was drenched in beautiful sparkles, and had a pink and purple color scheme. Her hair was braided and short.

"We are going to learn about-" The teacher was interrupted as the door opened. A beautiful young girl with long brown hair wearing a plain white t shirt and pink shorts walked in. This was Ex's other best friend, Madison.

"Sorry I'm late! I was busy doodling, and I totally forgot to show up for class!" She said while brushing some dirt off of her shorts.

Ex tried to stop himself from smiling, but he couldn't. As soon as he saw Madison, his entire day was brightened. She was such an amazing girl.

"Tell me, Madison. Do you believe your drawings are more important than your education?"

"Wha- no, that's not what I meant."

Ms. Adams hit her hand into Madison's face. Madison collapsed onto the ground.

"Focus on your studies. Do not miss school again over a drawing, or else you will be expelled."

Ex wanted to do something. He wanted to stand up and hit her back. But he knew he was too weak. In his town, children could be disciplined by any adult, including a teacher. It wasn't until Ms. Adams looked back at him that he realized his hand was in a fist, shaking angrily.

A bit of sweat rolls down Ex's forehead. He was absolutely terrified. Ms Adams simply stared at him, but it took him a moment to realize that she was literally staring. Not just looking, but frozen in place, the same way his mom would freeze when she was forgetting things.

He looked around. Everyone was frozen in place. Madison, Thompson, and all the other kids were trapped in time. As his sweat rolled off his face, even that drop of sweat wouldn't budge an inch, freezing in mid air. Ex softly touches the floating sweat, it popping and splattering onto the ground.

Ex faces toward the window, and freezes as well. He wasn't frozen like everyone else, but rather, afraid. Before him were a rows of jagged teeth complimenting a furious pair of lizard-like jaws.

"Wh-what the hell?!" He whispers under his breath.

The teeth began to move, slowly revealing the face and demonic eye of a moving, breathing, skeletal dragon. It's eye was glowing azure blue flames.

"Die..." It spoke.