The Revelations of a Remnant

2: Slave

The many deeds I had done under the influences of the darkness spanned from freestyle terrorism to outright genocide. I shed the blood of many famous people to help gain the darkness notoriety across the world. Hurt people who were once close to me just to get into the good books with the elders and visionaries of the darkness. The ways that they made people kill or torture those who they once knew was the most deformed manner of torture I have ever experienced.

You are cast back into a memory of your former self and your brain slowly processes the scenario as being real. In my case... it involved a girl who was once as close to me as the very heart that was beating in my chest. What I experienced was seeing her sat at the end of her bed inside what appeared to be her room. She was peering over at me with her intense hazel eyes which where tinted with a hint of blue and green. She was wearing a snow white shirt embedded with black and red lace around the neck and left hand side and a pair of matching leggings, strewed up with black ribbon. I wandered over slowly, gripping my hands tightly. I believed I was my former self, so nothing at all seemed unto-wards in my state. She moved away slowly to the other side of the bed, saying in a calm, dreary voice the words 'No. Go away. I no longer love you.'

It seemed like ritualistic chanting in my mind, repeating itself over and over again in the same dreary monotone voice. She moved further away, she was leaning square against a window on the far side of the bed as I continued to slowly move towards her. The chanting started to get louder and more intertwined with panic and hysteria. 

'Why? Why? Why has this happened!?' The chant changed and after a couple of seconds of those words in a high toned pitch of terror and panic it would revert to 'I no longer love you. Go!'

From my view, everything started to slowly cloud with dust, thickening black smoke with hints of yellow and red hazing over the room and the girl. My hands started to twitch with agonizing pain, my face feeling slowly disfigured and my skin sliding down my face. I felt my height and posture change as the smoke cleared up slowly to reveal that the girl was crouching by the window, crying in pain as the entire room was surrounded by wicked flames which had begun to engulf the outside of the window as well as the walls. I tried speaking but my lips felt tied shut by threads of metal and string. My hands loosened grip as a sharp but cold chunk of metal now seemed to be in my grasp. I pulled both my arms back, my voice growling indescribable noises of words I thought I was shouting as the chains flung forth. They darted through the flames, dancing around them like snakes rushing and surrounding their pray, ready to take that heavy dose of venom to succumb to their fate. 

I heard a sickening thud followed by a scream and then complete silence. Not even the flames made any sound of burning on as I pulled back on the chains. A small shadow followed my chains on their return to my side, which got bigger and bigger as the chains made their fast recoil. The girls head, charred and covered in multiple lacerations from the chains spiked links shot into my chest and bounced off, followed by a line of thick burnt blood, which smeared over my face and chest.

I peered down to make out the face but before I could even think about the actions, the darkness carried my body away with it's own chains, dragging me out of the room and back into the depths of the oblivion it had summoned me from to do it's dirty work.

This happened on almost every occasion the darkness decided to make me kill anyone I was close or had any memory of being with before it had taken me, always the same girl, no matter who it was I was actually slaughtering and decapitating with my chains. After each kill, my body would take more and more punishment, the skin on my body was barely able to latch onto the bones of my skeleton and I was to the point of wearing nothing more than a shroud of darkened crimson mist around my body, as the fires of each tormenting kill would burn the clothes I wore off.

The toll of those dream-like kills still have their mark on me to this very day. My bones even began to char away and become brittle and useless. I had to have metal embedded over parts of my body, mainly my spine, left arm and both legs. My skin, stitched all over with titanium staples and titanium thread. I am amazed I was able to grow hair after everything transpired. My appearance did not matter to me after I escaped the darkness to try and fight against it. I just wanted to try and unburden my darkness and salvage any humanity I had left to fight the darkness and rid it from the world.