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'There I was floating among and into the darkness, holding my soul together with the fragile nature of my own mind. I couldn't move, the spread. that's what I will call it, was trying to pull me apart. no eyes, the darkness ever present. no hands, only a sense of touch, like i had been paste between two layers. breathing, i wasn't breathing. there was no sensation at all of a heartbeat, or pulse. was I even alive?'

a Light.

'I released myself in a manner of speaking. letting myself drift toward it. then i awoke. It didn't look like my tribe, it didn't look like my family that stood above him.

A Woman in a pale dress stood in the corner, she seemed guarded and agitated. a scowl crossed her face and she was lost in my eyes. She had been ever since he had had awoken.

'Eyes, I have Eyes.' The another thought came into his brain, then a rush of nerve pain.

"Echechechh-h" A word came out. He felt unfamiliar, disoriented and wobbled.

"Broken" The woman looked him over, tossed a towel into his face and ran out of the doorway.

Exactly what she was upset over, he couldn't be sure.

'I know what a Towel is' Clearing his face of sweat with the basin by the window, a pasture was in view. Strange creatures rushed about, some looked less friendly than others.

"What is this place?" The words were stuck in his throat but managed to come out after a brief coughing fit. It seemed like talking was something that hadn't been done in some time, the intermitent voice cracked and hurt.

Walking to a mirror in another corner, he saw it.

'A cut mark across the throat, it had healed over somewhat but I should have died from it.' Pounding, a great pounding came from the side of his head. It was a rush of awareness, a hypersensitivity to his surroundings. "This can't be real." washing his face, only intensified things.

he could feel the droplets that came as a whole when his fingers flowed through its condensation. The tap on the sink was barely running, a minute had passed and he stood there frozen.

'Memories,' it was memories that he needed. "What happened to me?" The headache continued. Finding the bed, he laid back down.

The Sink ran in the background.

Water began to fill the basin and dribble to the floor. It was cold, as the droplets rolled across the floor they picked up some of the dirt and carried it to his fingertips.

He could feel the dirt, the composition of its components. he could see it all.

Flicking it from his forefinger, he got up. "The Fuck." 'The Faucet,' "Shit."

Rolling from the bed, he ran through the puddle to the basin and turned the lever down.

"Damn. Its wet everywhere now." Looking across the room, the floor was matted. It looked like this had happened before.

The Girl came back inside after he had finished speaking. "You dumb shit, what's your fucking problem?" thrashing, she smacked his head with her belongings. It was a pity for her than she didn't have a brick inside of her purse, she would have injured him greatly but for the man, the humility of the situation was even worse.

"I don't.." the words tried to come out while he was being beaten back into the bed.

"I don't know .. I don't know.." he sat down while she continued to slap her purse across his body.

"I don't remember anything. I don't even know why your angry." Finally, a sentence had come from his mouth. Satisfied, he smiled but it was a bit premature.

She began to yell again.

Smells of aromatics in the Air, insense in the corner. Barefeet strode across the wooden floor. Hand raised, there was a moment he flinched. Her hand struck the side of his face and she kept berating him throughout the evening.

He learned many things during her fuss.

One. - This Woman was the Devil.

Two. - He couldn't understand what she kept prattling on about.

Three - This was not his original body.

"Umm. Excuse me." He stood up and grabbed her hand as it was coming back down again. It was an action she had never seen him take before.

her wrist in hand, he could feel her pulse, the anxiety that was subsiding and the amazement that was coming quickly through every fiber of her being. "Let go. NOW." She yelled and dropped her weight from her feet, her body wanted to weigh down his arms and bring him to her level.

It didn't work.

She lifted her feet from the ground to aide in the displacement but she only looked like a melon grasped and held out.

Black lines covered her face, she had been handled, held outright, literally. The embarrassment was hers alone, he looked on with what looked like blank stares that scanned the room and her body.

"What are you looking at?!" She kicked.

Nothing.

"You are a strange one." He spoke, squeezed his hand a bit and the noise stopped.

"Oh?" An exclamation of delight came over his face, he seemed much stronger than he had in the hours before. Then he looked over the mess on the floor, the bowels of the woman had voided in the room. Lifeless, her corpse thud against the expensive looking floor.

"I wonder what this world has to offer." Everything was new, he had given it a chance. Kindness to the world.

Errit had been confused about everything since his awakening, but slowly he regained himself bit by bit. All directions pointed him in the same route he had already chosen in his mind.

"What?" Doctor Harpur walked in the room and saw that Errit was awake.