I remember......I remember very little from that night. Rain, yes it was raining as i waited, I waited there for her. Why I was waiting there, how I came to be there, I do not know. All I do know is she came. Though she was not alone. I do not know who accompanied her. But someone was there. Perhaps it was in my mind, maybe she was alone, I do not know. I remember the rain, a steady, driving rain, falling on metal. I saw her. Why she came I do not know. She was there to see me, I guess. My memory is still fragmented, a thousand shards of a shattered mirror. Then came the pain, a sharp, burning pain. I heard nothing. All I know is that she fell. I remember her face, her azure eyes wide as she stared, stared as if she had come face to face with a ghastly spectre. Red rain soaked through her cloths. I watched her fall as pain tore at me. I could not see where she landed. I could not see anything. Only the sound of rain. Slow, driving rain as I collapsed.....
I remember nothing else, not her name, where I was, nothing. Perhaps it was all a dream, perhaps it never happened. Though, hard as I try, I cannot escape the images, the pain has not subsided since then, and so I continue to look for an escape from this searing pain that still burns within me. But no matter where I run, no matter what I do, still the nightmares continue.
I have no name, I cannot recall my parents, I know not of my siblings, nor do I care. It makes no differance now, all I do know is that I am bound, by the dark cruel fate of god....
I woke up, two years ago in a hospital bed, a man in a black suit hoovering over me. He held a tan file folder under his left arm, a silver backed jackal, neatly groomed, a funeral director perhaps. He then made me an offer. He told me that someone with my background, or lack thereof would be well suited to an employment opening he had in his company. I soon found myself in the company of one who called himself Anom, an assasin, a hired gun. He called me Oz, I do not know how it came about but that was what he called me. and now here she is, lying there on the bed, much like I was, what has led her down this road? Perhaps she shares something with me.....though it is insignificant now, for I am merely a nameless soldier whose been fighting for as long as he can remember, and so I continue to fight, knowing one day I shall die, to be buried in an unmarked tomb, to become another empty face in the sands of time...
I remember nothing else, not her name, where I was, nothing. Perhaps it was all a dream, perhaps it never happened. Though, hard as I try, I cannot escape the images, the pain has not subsided since then, and so I continue to look for an escape from this searing pain that still burns within me. But no matter where I run, no matter what I do, still the nightmares continue.
I have no name, I cannot recall my parents, I know not of my siblings, nor do I care. It makes no differance now, all I do know is that I am bound, by the dark cruel fate of god....
I woke up, two years ago in a hospital bed, a man in a black suit hoovering over me. He held a tan file folder under his left arm, a silver backed jackal, neatly groomed, a funeral director perhaps. He then made me an offer. He told me that someone with my background, or lack thereof would be well suited to an employment opening he had in his company. I soon found myself in the company of one who called himself Anom, an assasin, a hired gun. He called me Oz, I do not know how it came about but that was what he called me. and now here she is, lying there on the bed, much like I was, what has led her down this road? Perhaps she shares something with me.....though it is insignificant now, for I am merely a nameless soldier whose been fighting for as long as he can remember, and so I continue to fight, knowing one day I shall die, to be buried in an unmarked tomb, to become another empty face in the sands of time...
