The sky of Tarsonis turned black. The swarms of zerg loomed like a great shadow over the confederate capitol. The innocents fled, but running from the swarm would gain no more then as if you were running from your own shadow. The rich would find a way out, catch a ride on a battle cruiser or KelMorine mineral transport. The confederate missile turrets quickly ran out of ammo, constantly having a target to aim at until they themselves became the targets. A force of guardians warped in, after that a force of ultralisks, hydralisks, anything Char had on its red surface worked to turn Tarsonis into Chars likeness. Defilairs, mutalisks, and then....the zerglings. They were my zergling. I now say "they were my" because it wasn't me, there was no me. The panicked screams of the terrens meant nothing at all to me. I grabbed a fire bat by the leg with a long claw, I would have been toast for a move like that, if it were not for another hydralisk. I ran, short legs sending dust into Tasoess' air, Claws propelling me toward a brave marine, trying to save a wounded friend. I would have felt guilty for killing him for killing someone who was only helping a wounded man, if such a thing had ever existed crossed my small mind like guilt. His rifle turned towards me, my arm moved too quickly for him to pull a trigger. He fell back. Minus one arm. His pulled out a small sidearm, bullets ripping through my body. This meant nothing to me. I leaped onto him and smeared myself with his blood. A second marine, I stabbed into his arm with one sharp claw, lifted him off his feet and tossed him over my shoulder. Another terren flew at me with nothing but a knife, he slashed my chest. I fell, but as you can imagine a marine with only a knife wouldn't be alive long enough to kill a fly. Another marine, I stabbed wildly at him with my claws, I slashed at him with my tail. I bit him with my impossibly large teeth. I finished him off with my legs.

The over mind stabbed at him with my claws

Zhaz slashed at him with my tail

Daggoth bit at him with my teeth

And Kerrigan finished him off

And because they were doing this through my body, my brain said that I loved it, that I loved having my enemys blood run down my mouth, I loved to kill is what they put into my mind.

Kerrigan, My future savior who would open a chest of opportunity that would be my mind, and free me from chains that I never knew existed.

I lay there, regenerating not worrying about nearly being trampled by ultralisks. They repeated this process with the shell that was I many times.

Run

Kill

Be wounded

Regenerate

......Die?

I can not be sure how many times this process was repeated, my memory didn't last much more then a week unless a cerebrate wanted it to be so. I would soon be free to decide that for myself.