I floated in an endless blackness and muffled sounds that sounded like voices. I was mildly aware of something soft on my back, and an itchy cloth around my lower half. It was liked this for a very long time, and I was left to my muddled, and disorientated thoughts. When it finally did start to fade it was slow and somewhat annoying. The voices in my head made sense now as my body grew. The voices were people whose blurry figures slowly came into focus. Except there was one that seemed to have no body. It was familiar, and I passed the time by think speaking to it.
The voice was like a loving parent, and it soothed me when the people touched me. Their touch hurt, and every time I felt someone's hand against my skin images flashed through my mind. It was a brown-haired woman with a pale hand raised above a bruised blond girl cowering before her. It frightened me when then a new stone grave, decorated with poison ivy vines would appear. The grave was clean and new yet the vines grew. The stone had an inscription on it as well, but I couldn't read the language it was in.
The fear of being touched by the older people passed after a while and was replaced with a fear of people in general. They crowded me too much, and when they did I didn't cry but a reached out, and a black glow surrounded my hand. The people backed up then, looks of pure terror plastered on their face.
Perhaps, I had released too much KI (Killer intent) and started them too much, because as soon as I turned one they tossed me out. Their voices were still weirds, but when they screamed I understood.
I liked their screams.