A Second Chance Chris Howard 12/02/12

Cloudy thoughts and memories littered my mind sending me into turmoil and confusion. "Get up.". That voice, so distinct. I was too familiar with it. It was me only...not -me-."I said get up!".My head shot up and my body along with so I was sitting up. Still everything was blurry but I could make out a ring of orcs around me all waiting me for me to stand. I could not see past their broad shoulders and chests but I knew I had to get away. Next to me lay my runesword, glittered in blood which shone in the light. "Get up! You wont last if you're on your behind!".She was right, I wouldn't I grabbed the runesword by its hilt and slowly dragged it up as I stood. It's power ran through my arm back into me surging me into a new life. How I ended on the floor was beyond me but I wouldn't let it happen again. I put my already broken and battered body into battle stance again. Blood dripped from my wounds. It didn't bother me. "There we go, shall we finish this?" A gut wrenching laughter sounded from the back of my mind which made me duplicate it. A horrible laughter, filled with anger and menace but most of all, it was filled with the need to kill.

And I loved it.