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I awoke with a scream of pain. No gentle arms this time, to ease me from a mother's womb. Rather, a cold pain in my chest, followed by a bone numbing jolt of naked skin against stone. Kneeling in a back alley, under the rainfall of a nameless city, I vommited into the river of mud bitterly.

 

I was naked, as I knew I would be somehow. The new memory runes etched in my flesh burned painfully, providing heat, and feeding several centuries of learning into a raw, throbbing body--and that was what counted, after all. More than the wholeness of physique or materiel possesions that I now lacked. No more timeless months, even years sometimes wandering in blissful amnesia, waiting for a chance trigger to tip the scales of forgetfulness.

 

No, this time they should have killed me outright. Humiliation is at an end before it even began, and before they realise it.

 

This time, vengance will be swift.

Edited by Valdar and Astralis
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Short but sweet... though perhaps "sour" would be a better adjective to use in this case. ;p The quality of the writing makes up for the brevity of the vignette, since it's excellent and had me cringing from start to finish. Having said this, this might be even better if it were expanded a bit... though then again, perhaps that would detract from the base emotions depicted in the post...

 

You set a morbid and hopeless yet angry and vengefull tone in an excellent manner, Valdar. Well done. :)

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