I was born with a talent, that my father said I could not speak of. I have the ability to see that which is hidden by flesh.

It was getting cold. My vision became darker, sounds became softer. I was gone…

"Hey! Buddy, c'mon, get up!" I awoke in a place that unlike any other that I had seen before. There was a man, no, a teen, standing before me. He looked important, and sick. "Hurry up! We have to get out of here!" He had my arm now and was dragging me down a long corridor. The floor was white, the walls, the doors, everything was white. Then we turned the corner, splatters of color everywhere, like someone killed the Skittles god. The strange man jerked me in the opposite direction. I finally gained back my stregnth and was able to run without his help.

"Hey, Where are we?" I said as we ran past more white. No answer. We ran into a door, beyond it was white, but this time, that was it. No color, walls, floors, or doors; just white.

"Listen, we don't have much time. You have to leave."

"Wait. From where am I leaving and to where am I going? How did I get here? Where is everyone? Why were we running? Why aren't you-"

"Listen, kid, I'm going to explain real fast and only once. Got it?" I nodded. "You're dead. This is a place where people's souls go when they are stolen before Death gets there. They harvest color from the soul. I escaped, and am helping others escape. Now go!"

"Why aren't you going?"

"It's too late for me kid, they got part of my soul. I'll die if I return without a full soul." I saw it. The sphere of his soul was more of a cresent-shape and was near colorless. I knew that this kid wasn't too much older than me and still had a life ahead of him. I don't know how, but I removed part of my soul and gave it to him. This process hurt like hell, but he needed it. My father taught me about souls. A soul has the ability to accept another persons or a synthetic soul as part of itself.

"Kid! What the hell!" He seemed in utter terror and shock after he realized what I had done.

I could see the soldiers running down the hall. Why are these soldiers so damn slow? "go...you're safe to..leave..." I was near powerless, barely able to walk.

"Dammit, you selfless brat! I was supposed to save you, not the other way around, so don't sit there and think I'm leaving y- wait where-STOP! YOU'LL DIE!" He jumped after me into the eternal whiteness.

It was the only way. He deserved to live. Everyone deserves a chance.