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PROLOGUE
I glared down at my own hands, my bleak eyes intently analyzing their color- or lack thereof.
I could feel the expression on my face, something that was a mixture of disbelief, disgust, shock, and hopelessness.
Who was I?
I knew what I was. I flinched at the thought, baring my teeth against what I didn't want to admit.
My stomach rolled uneasily, as though it wanted nothing more than to detatch itself from the rest of me and escape the nightmare I had become.
Was living exactly the right word? I shook my head. No, not really.
I shuddered as the word 'undead' slipped through my mind like an eel, sending electric shocks down my spine.
My mouth was dry, and was set in a grim line. I could not, as an honest and god fearing man, let myself continue to exist.
I knew, and in that knowing I couldn't live on. I could feel my heart sinking in my chest.
Like any rational creature, I feared death. I hoped feverently that the things I'd spent years learning in church, and from my father, would be true.
That there would be a safe place waiting for me at the end. I was still terrified. All I could think of was blackness.
I wasn't a mortal man anymore, so would that change where I would end up?
I couldn't supress a mental image of flames licking up bare skin, and I cringed.
I hoped uselessly that the life I had lead would be enough to provide me deliverance from the unfair and evil card I had been dealt.
I'd never asked to be a monster, this wasn't a choice I had made for myself.
A macabre determination settled in the pit of my abdomen, digging in it's fingers and gripping tightly.
I would have to end this, what was left of my existance. It would go against everything I had been taught, to let myself continue.
I stood, brushing the as much dust from my dirty slacks as I could.
I flexed my fists, feeling the cold that seemed to radiate from somewhere inside me.
I pushed my thoughts away, fixed on my mission.
I would put this right.