• 01.

    I was running.
    Icy splinter’s of rain pelting my face.
    The dread that flowed through my vein’s by this time was unbearable. I was on my own, separated from another and his apprentice. The darkness deepened as I pelted across the city. I felt the pain of my wound’s; the blood seeping out was hot, and the scent stung my nose.
    But I could not let myself be brought down by the enemy, the danger which was pursuing me.. I could hear they’re step’s behind me. Equaling my speed. The whole scene seemed like it was fading, my vision, fading in and fading out again into blackness.
    “No! Whatever you do, don’t go any closer”
    I argued with the voice in my head. I couldn't turn around.. What was he talking about?

    We call ourselves 'psychics'. We aren’t just born with a sixth sense..no, it was more like...well, there wasn’t really a word for it, but we’re were like..super human’s. heightened senses, and whatnot. We were not dangerous to your normal everyday human’s..so why did our they wish us erased from this planet, Earth?
    They called themselves holy, doing the work of God, riding the Earth of evil. They considered our power evil and un-holy. They wished us whipped clean of all our power, and turned human.

    From what I’ve heard it was immensely painful, and after it was done... well, it was pretty much like being stripped of your very flesh, your very being. All was gone afterward’s. Like an empty shell.
    It was like mind-control.
    I saw a light ahead, at the end of this long hallway of pitch blackness.
    “Don’t! Don’t! Go back!”
    The voice inside my head pleaded.
    I pictured my life if I was to be caught; empty, shell-like, nothingness. Within moment’s I realized that the light I was running toward’s couldn’t help one bit. It was death.
    Was that my only choice? Was I meant to simply die? Or be hallowed-out?
    My footstep’s became erratic, as the confusion of everything happening around me over-whelmed my senses.
    “Alex? Alex! Alex can you hear me? Alex, your going to make it through! Alex can you hear me? Please!”
    As I stumbled to the ground, being over-powered by the four 'holy-ones' that had been pursuing me, a sharp, burning pain erupted from my neck. “No!” I shouted, knowing, only too well, what the pain was from. I couldn’t let them do this to me!
    I Blinked, and I was no longer running through the street’s, but laying—struggling, and flailing my arm’s—on a cold, metal table. The screaming around me had turned purely metallic..then I realized that I was the one screaming. They had injected me..and the pain felt like nothing I had ever experienced before..like fire blazing, burning me out from the inside.
    How long had I been here? It suddenly felt like hour’s..
    Where was I again? I asked myself, but I was going, leaving this body. I could already see the false memories they were installing into my brain. Like vision’s, they were flashing in front of me at lighting speed;
    One were I four-years-old walking with my false mother on a beach, chasing the wave’s out into the ocean and racing them back into the shore.
    Then came another of me at about seven, running around in circle’s, being playfully chased by a large, brown dog.
    And another of me at twelve, sitting on the floor next to a colorfully, decorated Christmas tree, holding a portable CD player.
    One, by, one the memories came, replacing my real one’s. I screamed again from the pain. Who was I?
    I was flailing my arm’s and leg’s trying to get the men away from me. It was working, they were losing they’re grip on my wrist’s and ankles. “Restrain her!” One of the men ordered the three other’s. “Stay away from me!” I growled.
    But I was losing my strength.. I was..who? My heartbeat was slowing, I was becoming disoriented. My vision was fading in and out in blur’s. The three men strapped my arm’s down with something..
    Who was I? The flaming pain flared into my head.
    Where was I?
    What was I doing here?
    I could hear a faint, voice in my head. I couldn’t understand what they were saying...
    “Alex—”
    Who?
    “Just don’t—”
    As I became weaker, and my vision blackened into nothing blankness. I couldn’t help but drop my arm’s and leg’s. Soon, the pain engulfed my entire body and consciousness. I was in pain. I was confused. And I was drowning in all of my childhood memories.