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Everything is dark, as far as the eye can see, only darkness, and yet, you know you're looking towards the sky.No clouds, no stars, no lamp post, no building, nothing.your fingers twist, you know your brain is sending the comand, electricity traveling from the inside of your cranium to the neck, to the arm and to the hand, it has been explained to you, how limbs work, how they stop working if you inflict trauma either to the limb itself or to what is inside the cranium, you have put that infomration to good use over the last month or so.How many time has passed? time as a concept seem to have lost all meaning and yet... you feel like every breath is an eternity. A door is now before you, as generic as it can be, stained glass held together by lead darkned, surrounding it a frame of sturdy red brick, you have seen many like these, you have passed by many more, glass in the shape of flowers, dead, unmoving, unrotting, sometimes shattered.The door opens and you step in, a dark figure aproaches, you're quicker.In the blink of an eye there is darkness leaking into the carpet, staining the already dirty intricatye and colorful design, that doesn't matter and you don't care, there is more of that dark matter to spill.Room by room there are more of them, tweaking shapes untouched by the flickering lighs of the ceiling and the lamps, but you know well what they are: obstacles in your path.Another door turns into a long hallway, you feel a sudden change in the air, whatever is behind that door is... it doesn't matter, you push the thought away aswell as the door from your pathsuddenly... nothing.Again you stare at the sky, as empty as it always was... was it always like this? you cannot remember and you don't care, at least that is what you tell yourself.The door is now in fornt of you, again, but this time you knock.The door unlocks and you kick it, bringing down the flowers into a rain of shattered glass alongside the person who openedNow their head is open, even in the low light you can see the head open and pour its contents on the same carpetYou continue, but this time you don't get that far, before you reach that door, that door at the end of a long hallway you feel the pull of the earth sending you toppling down and then...The sky, featureless, you try to move and yet your body doesn't respond, electricity travels, there is an input, but there is no output.You don't need to look to know this time is you who are spilling your dark contents onto the ground, precious liquid used by your body as fuel, lose too much and you won't see the sky again, just like...Just like who?The door is there again, this time your body doesn't feel like your own, as if you're looking at it from skyward, repeat the same motions again and again, punching, kicking, slashing, grabbing and tossing, smashing objects into one another until one gives and something, many, many somethings stop moving forever.This time form your vantage point you can see behind the door, a dark room, there is someone there, trembling yet holding an arm in front with something being held firmly.you can see them, but they cannot see youOpen the doorDarkness, silence... nothingnesswho was that?*ring ring*It was different from the other shapes*ring ring*it... They, were wounded, youre sure of it...*ring ring*it said something, right before the darkness overtook you, but just what did they-"aren't you gonna answer? -*ring ring*- Im quite sure that one is for you"The phone kept rining, even if you wanted to answer you can't, your muscles refuse to respond, but why?*ring ring*was it a really a can't situation...*ring ring*or a Won't?"Answer the phone, Slayer"Slayer... that wordIt had a nice ring to it"You really are warming up to the title, huh? its plastered all over the news at the fuckup of -------"Slayer...Slayer...Slayer...To truly become that, first you need to know just WHAT are you gonna slayThe answer lies at your feet, the dark figure, it suddenly becomes clearer at each blink, a face, or what remains of itYou see the mouth move but no air escapes, their lungs must have collapsed already if the screwdriver in their torso is an indication of what they went throughYet you know exactly what they're sayingThe mouth moves again, this time with more urgency... no, its hate, pure hate directed at you, despite the bloodshot eyes and collpased pupils you can feel its stare try to burn a hole through youone final time, the chest expands despite the obvious pain this one must be in, drawing as much air as the can, come on say it, loud and clear, we want to hear itThe wolrd stands still and then...---------------"ORCBOLG!"Hearing the scream so close to him, his eyes go wide and his head rises in the split of a second, tensing like a spring ready to let loose, he looks aroudn the room, preparing, ready to attack, but nothing comes as his eyes adjust to the muted lights passing by the window.He is inside a car, not a room, his back, now straight as a flagpole, feels the coldness of sweat pierce at his skin, in front of him, a woman, he knows her, she knows him, of this he is absolutely sure.The woman's green eyes travel from side to side, trying to break the barrier between them and see him in the eyes, truly look at him despite the helmet, her mouth forms a very thin line, brows creased into a frown as she looks down"You okay?"Her head nods towards him, pointing at his hands with her gaze.He looks down and sees shatered glass between his digits, opening the hand, revealing the palm the little and medium shards fall to the ground, sound muted by the soft floor and the purring of the engine underneath the car, using his thumb he wipes the rest of the cristaline material off, the gloves don't seem any more bruised than before, patches of off colored leather and small gaps showing cloth and dirty gauze unnderneath, however no blood splatter is new nor coming from the insideStill, as he recovers one thought rings and lands, making his mouth move without command"You drugged me..." there is no accusation even if the word was intended as one, he sounds more surprised than anything else The woman seems to share the snetiment, her eyes going wide for a second, her mouth opening and closing, trying to find what words to say, her eyes again move from side to side, again looking for the eyes she can feel but not truly see"N...No, we drank from the same bottle, and we wouldn't so something like that" her stuttering doesn't reveal a lie, only a shock, now she looks at him like he has gone crazy, like she is seeing a completely different person.The silence left after that statement gets pierced by a buzz, she picks up a vintage looking radio and whispers something onto the reciever, there is an answer he cannot hear, she whispers again and hangs upHer gaze falls to the ground then to the man in front of her, her mouth twists into variopus shapes, all of them spelling worry before she shakes her head and sighs"Clear your head-She commands with an even tone, now looking at him as if the barrier is invisible-, this is the last job, there is no room for failure, everyone else is in position, are you ready?"He takes a minute to process, just what compelled that accusation to be voiced? no matter, he is back in the momentClosing his eyes and letting them adjust to the darkness behind his eyelids, much similar to that one present on a cave he breathesBut before he can asnwer...-P A U S E -This is too far into the story, so why don't we-R E W I N D-Into a better point to pick up the pace?Not the very beggining, that would be boring, i think we can go to where this story truly started...yes, yes, i stil remeber that day, so... Now lets -P L A Y-