1 The death of Yin Kamoto

He was dying, nearly every bone in his body had been fractured and is organs probably looked like applesauce with a side of gore. He knew it was the end as each breath became painfully more difficult to draw. He felt he wasn't done, that it wasn't his time yet, he hadn't taken revenge. He came so close he could hear his heart pumping in his ears and his stomach turn, yet they had seen through his intentions. For all his training, against a speeding truck he was nothing. He could only think back to the time he spent with his father as he drew what he knew was his last breath and closed his eyes.

As his consousness slipped from reality and his memory disappeared, he could feel he had lost something deeply valuable. His will and his feeling began to slip away from him, leaving him to drift in the nothing, remembering nothing, experiencing nothing. But suddenly an unnatural force pulled them back to him, giving his consousness a shock. He felt himself being pulled somewhere, completely at the mercy of another being. But he did not, could not react. Soon he felt a presence of another will passing him by, moved b the same uncanny force. It was as if the where trading places. Soon he began to feel something familiar, yet unknown come back to him.