Cold. That's how everything felt when I first woke up. Of course, it was probably because I woke up on the bank of a river with the bare minimum of clothing on. Only swaths of white cloth covering my womanly areas.
The next thing I felt was pain, ripping across my back, forearms, and left eye. Stitches lined my arms and my left eye was half covered by a loose bloody bandage. Although, it wasn't my injuries that scared me. It was the fact that I had no idea who I was. Frantically, I peeled the bandage off my face, leaving it on the muddy ground, and I clawed up the river bank with my injuries screaming at me. Cool rain began to fall from the overcast sky.
"Miss?" I whipped around to find a man had just appeared from the trees that line the river. "Are you all right?" His words were those of a concerned person, but his tone was menacing and his face twisted into a wicked grin.
I had a sudden realization. "You are an akuma!" I shouted. I could now see the tortured soul that was trapped in the akuma, but I wasn't sure how I could do this or even how I knew about akuma. However, I didn't pay too much attention to that fact. All I knew was I had to destroy this akuma and save the tortured soul.
"Ahh. An exorcist. Just as I thought." The akuma transformed into its true form of a giant mechanical serpant. It aimed its weapons at me. The word exorcist struck a chord in me and left me bitter.
That bitterness and anger fueled a fire inside me and at that moment two swords slid from the inside of my forearms. Dodging the akuma's attack, I cried out to activate the power in my swords, then brought them down in an arc to slay the akuma once and for all. It screamed in pain for a moment as I watched the trapped soul break free and move on to a better life.
With the soul being released, I whispered. "No. I am not."