The Thing
Pain. Excruciating agonizing never ending pain. For what seemed like since the time of its existence.
Was it created for the sole purpose of experiencing agony?
It remembered very little of a time before this. If there even was a time before this. It wasn't sure.
It remembered a booming voice "There are fates much worse then death, Tom"
It shivered and huddled closer to itself. Tom? What was a Tom? It seemed familiar somehow.
How much longer would it have to be this way?
It slowly dawned on its mind that there was such a thing as time.
It was missing something. Something important. It didn't know what. The only thing it understood was it was a part of something as and to be separated from it was agonizing pain.
It shivered and let out a pitiful moan. How long was it here? How much longer would it have to endure such pain? Would it ever end?
"Be a man Tom! Try! Try for some remorse!" The thing cried out again. That voice was familiar and at the same time caused more pain than imaginable.
He shuddered and brought the bloody stumps closer to its tiny chest. It moaned in agony.
It would do anything. It ddnt know what was happening but it would do anything to make it stop. For it all to simply end. But it would never end. It was sure it would never be granted such a mercy.
The thing was ready to do anything. It cried out pitifully and it's body was filled with a strange new feeling it had never felt before. It hugged itself closer and whimpered. This new pain was different and even more painful at the same time. It cried out loudly until it turned into soft wails when it heard footsteps.It opened its eyes and saw something. The sight of it made something soar in his chest. He was a beautiful child. Thick black hair was tousled on his head. His blue eyes sparkled in recognition. The thing felt familiarity.
