~~~~~~Awakening~~~~~~~
(Twenty years later.)
Blackness. ItÕs everywhere. What the fuck is this all about?! Where am I? What the hell happened?
I feel something. It is fairly strong. It is kpulling me out of the darkness. I realize IÕm deadÑwhy? IÕm not bvreathingÉ
I am wwaking up. Up out of my sleep. My sleep of death. Something is waking me up.
I hear a voice. A voice in my mind. (Not unusual atr allÑthat is how I communicate.) A childÕs voice.
But what child has this kind of ability? Especially a live one? I know of none.
I open my eyes. They hurt and it is dark. Wow. No change. Except that it is not completely black.
I remember all of a sudden, my last moments. Oh, god, I did not want to remember this! I know, I fear, IÕll go crazy! (As if IÕm not already.) Then I realize I am crazy.
SomethingÕs pulling me back to the present. ItÕs that voice dagain. That damned voice.
The voice, inside my head, is telling me to go to the surface. Why? Why wake me up from my sleep of death? And fill me with such a terrible hunger? I wonder.
*Revenge!*
*Who was that?* I ask of the voice inside my head that is louder than the rest. Who could it be? Am I picking up a historic/psychic imprint?
Surprisingly, I find myself answering the call. I rush toward the surface.
* * *
I break the surface, gasping for air. Wait a minuteÑif IÕm dead, do I really need air? At least do I really need it that bad? And I realize it was just instinct, old habit.
I dive back underwater and swim to shore.