He awoke to pain. His voice was already horse from screaming while unconscious, and by the gods what a voice he had! The pain continued, tearing at his nerves, he had to look to be sure his skin wasn't splitting from some un-seen weapon. There was nothing in the room with him, but one of those creatures stood with his head poking in through the bars of his door. Energy radiated from the Being, and he knew these Things (monsters!) were the cause of his pain. Something surged from his core, attempting to sooth the thousands of knife wounds buried under his skin. It didn't seem to do much good, but as that energy faded, drained into doing a useless, pointless, unaccomplishable task, his skin became colder as frost spidered out from his body. That was bad. That was very bad. He had to stop it-to stop that from spreading-but he hadn't any energy left to hold it back! He couldn't stop it-he couldn't stop it!-there was no way for him to stop it! He could feel his heart racing, (he had no heart, Monsters didn't have hearts!) his pulse increased, pumping the cold through him that much faster. He looked at his hands in horror. (They were blue! MONSTER!) The damp fog froze to snowflakes as his screams reached their crescendo.

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