Preface.
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. They almost equaled my speed. The whole scene seemed like it was fading though. My vision was 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 entirely 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? No way I was going to die here. I'm not that weak.
My footstep’s became erratic, as the confusion of everything happening around me over-whelmed my senses.
NOTE. This is still a really bad, un-edited version. Please deal with any typo's or mistakes. sweatdrop
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. They almost equaled my speed. The whole scene seemed like it was fading though. My vision was 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 entirely 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? No way I was going to die here. I'm not that weak.
My footstep’s became erratic, as the confusion of everything happening around me over-whelmed my senses.
NOTE. This is still a really bad, un-edited version. Please deal with any typo's or mistakes. sweatdrop
