Warning: This part may be graphic for some viewers so please proceed with caution and read at your own risk. This will be more like Danny is in the story he's telling. That's why there's no quotation marks in certain places, and because I'm too lazy to do it any other way. Also, I'm really sorry for not updating in so long. It's just been a lot of shitty things happening all at once.

I was born seeing blood red skies and feeling the smooth warm ground. I could feel it almost...pulsating, like it had a heartbeat. The was blistering hot, and seemed to burn my skin, but I felt so safe at the same time.

That is the first thing I remember. These memories... are from my infancy. I know it's not normal, and believe me I wish I didn't remember these things, but just try to bear with me.

Then I felt myself being ripped apart. Not ripped limb from limb, but like every cell was being plucked individually and left to drift. I could feel myself drift too, every particle of me was connected and conscious. Suddenly, I could feel them being pulled together and every atom finding it's original place. I felt cold damp concrete on my back that scraped and bruised my body every time I moved. was covered in a small thin white cloth that did nothing to shield me from the frozen air around me. The room I was in was small and dark. It had no windows, but a lot of doors.

The most disturbing thing though, was the absolute darkness. I could see only a few yards around me, which was weird, because there wasn't any light source in the room. It was just somehow a little brighter where we were. The darkness was so thick though it looked like I could touch it, and actually feel it.

Suddenly, some invisible force turned me onto my side, and slipped the cloth off my head for me to see a woman next to me coated in sweat and grime, with slick black hair clinging to her face and neck, and tears were streaming down her face. She scrambled away from me with limbs of skin and bone, and put her back against the wall. She was screaming, and her simple white dress was stained with crimson blood.

"She was like all of you, I could...um, sense it," I said uneasily. Chiron and the others looked confused, but didn't interrupt.

I started crying because, of course, I was just a baby, and I wasn't in a... comfortable situation like most newborns are. I stopped though, when I heard a gravely, hushed voice. A voice that felt like long gnarled slick fingers were cutting their way into me and putting poisoned words into my mind. I'll never forget those three simple words, that I still can't make sense of. 'Soon, you'll see.' A wave of fatigue washed over me, and I was out cold.

When I woke up there wasn't any screaming, instead I heard something like bone scraping against bone. Where the woman was before, there was now a group of humanoid figures. Their skin was red, and had thick purple veins streaming along their bodies. Their bruises were bulging from their skin like giant zits, and where there eyes should be there were only gaping holes. One of them looked up from it's meal, holding what looked like a stark white rib and saw me squirming in the white blanket. The thing started crawling towards me sluggishly, like it had all the time in the world, with movements somewhere in between a stalking tiger and a spider. It started making strange and frightening noises like a mix between someone taking in a slow raspy breath and a growl. A smile crept across his face with an enormous mouth. The others noticed their friend and moving towards me with the same eerie crawl.

As they left their last meal I saw the stark white bones of my mother. They hadn't left a scrap of meat, and had even snapped most of the bones to get at the marrow inside. They surrounded me, then started snapping at each other to compete for the first bite. When it was settled a disfigured hand reached for my arm.

The creature stopped though, when I felt low growl sound in the doorway to my right. And I mean felt it too. I could feel the vibrations like a bass drum. The creatures all snapped their heads towards the doorway. Two glowing red eyes emerged from the total darkness. The creatures surrounding me started backing away slowly. A muzzle shot out like a bullet right above me in a lunge. The creatures all scrambled over each other to escape the monster. As the last one melted into the darkness I saw one peer out of one of the inky black corridors, and just stare at me like a piece of meat. It was like a promise that he would kill me next time.

As soon as they were all gone the muzzle jerked it's head quickly towards me and started licking my face. I know it sounds gross, but at the time it was only comforting. It was like a warm hug, except a lot sloppier. The things tongue twice the size of my head right then so there wasn't an inch of me covered in the warm saliva. When it was done giving me the disgusting bath it used it's teeth to wrap the thin cloth back around me. Then clamped the edges between it's jaws and lifted me into the air.

The thing started moving extremely fast, with every step feeling like a boulder was spitting on the ground. This thing had to be at least the size of a car or bigger. I still don't know though, because the only thing I could see were it's neck and the bottom of it's jaws through the blanket. When we finally stopped we were in a huge room as big as a gym with beautiful stained glass windows.

We went to the other end of the room until I heard someone say in an older voice and a caring tone, "Finally back, huh? What did you bring with you this time? Another dead rat or a sock? You should play with the damn chew toys I give you instead."

The monster gently set me down and I could feel a hard floor warmed be the light streaming through the windows. Loud steps came towards me and lifted the blanket from over my head. "What the hell!?" he exclaimed. There was an man standing over me with short gray hair and a clipped beard. He was wearing dark blue jeans, work boots, and a loose black t-shirt. "How the hell did you get this little guy Mrs. O'Leary?"

He picked me up and held me at arms length to look me over. "What were you doing in my labyrinth?" he asked in a confused tone. I started to feel hungry for the first time. I didn't really like being hungry so I started crying 'like a baby.' "Oh, um," he said in a concerned, and shaky tone. He rushed around looking for something while I was screaming in his arms. He went to a large wooden desk with a running laptop on it, and picked up a glass. He looked inside saying, "No, babies drink milk, not red wine."

Next he went to the mini fridge and frantically searched through the shelves. While I started to get louder and louder he yelled, "Milk! Don't I ever have any god damned milk here?" When he finally found some there he pulled it out, got a glass, and poured out something that looked like chunky cottage cheese, but smelled like something died. "Damn it!"

He went back to the fridge, got another gallon of milk with a glass, and started pouring a second time. He suddenly stopped and murmured, "Nipples." He set me down in his desk chair and ran off screaming, "Nipples! I need bottles with NIPPLES!" He ventured off into what looked like a workshop, and started crafting. In almost five minutes flat he walked out with a rubber nipple that you would normally see on top of a bottle. He went to the fresh glass of milk, sniffed it once just to be sure, and stuck the bottle top on. He put it in my mouth to stop my hysterical crying, and like a natural I started to drink away.

In those few minutes I saw his face relax into relief. Then his face became softer, almost caring, like he was happy. The happiness started to melt away until I could start to see tears well up in his eyes. When I finished the milk he picked me up again, "What am I going to do with you?"