Prologue- The God's Name is Abraxes
Yes, the prologue is short, no the first chap. Wont be up until next week because of exams
On the first night of the last day of my life, I realized that I was naked in a room full of people. Now don't get me wrong, I'm no prude, but then again I'm not one to run around exposing myself to one…two…three…four…yeah, four people. What the heck was I doing? Was it a dream? Yeah, probably. Then again, if it was a dream, why was I so acutely aware of my body being all wet and tingly?…Well, more than "tingly", it was more of a horrible, spine twisting feeling of agony. I was wet, though, which was a little weird. It couldn't have been water I was laying in because it was thick and smelled like ChuChu's litterbox when I'd forget to dump it. And, on top of that, everyone in the room was fuzzy and wiggling around like an airsock. This little tidbit made me consider the dream option again. I would've asked the Fuzzies what was going on but all that came out of my mouth was a rough gurgly sound, not unlike Saiyonji speaking. This was followed by rockets of searing pain coursing through my body, teeth to toes.
The Fuzzies yelled at me, but their voices were far away. Or I was incoherent, whichever one. This, along with my wet, nude body laying on the (hard and bumpy) floor started to make me panic a bit. As far as I was aware, that wasn't really a peachy condition to be in. naturally, panicking comes pre-equipped with increased heartrate, shallow breathing, and racing thoughts. I had all three, and, of course, the electric currents of pain just seemed to increase. The room temperature plummeted and I began to shiver in sync with the pain and my scraggly heartbeat. I gagged something up and upon closer inspection it turned out to be blood. In fact, as I became (more or less) coherent, I realized I was laying in a huge puddle of blood. Judging from my body state it was mine, although that didn't make it any less gross. At least I understood the temperature drop; seeing as how all my blood was seeping out of me it was only natural that I'd loose body warmth. Which wasn't really all that great either. At that moment I had the capacity to realize that I was going to die. I knew fully well why too, but that's an issue to be thought of whenever I'm done surfing through denial. Others have had worse experiences with it after all.
I suppose I had a few regrets about my situation, though not many. By then the pain was either ebbing away or I was just sinking further from consciousness- my whole body felt numb. One of the Fuzzy Four draped a blanket over me, and if I wasn't floating somewhere between this world and the next I probably would've laughed at the symbolism in the gesture. My head lolled backwards off my shoulder as I was lifted up off the ground, and even though I wanted to scream in agony, I was a little grateful for being lifted out of the crimson tide of my blood.
As I was carried out of one coffin and into the next, I was aware of the fact that I didn't know who these people were. For all I knew they could be one of them, sent to take me away and devoir me or use me in some creepy blood ritual. It could've been the other student council members, but that was a far-fetched and highly unlikely fantasy. I hoped that, whoever they were, they would make my death quick and put an end to the thing I would become. Sure, the whole situation was my fault, but I was still a bit of a child and wasn't ready to face the consequences of my actions. Not just then anyways. I didn't really want to die, but there are worse things in the world. Looked to me like I was finally going to see that eternity I was pining for.
Wow this is short…sorry, forensics final is due tomorrow and I have like a 12 so…yeah. On another note Idea of the Memory is getting updated tomorrow!