The first thing he felt when he woke was pain. Pain and fear. Fear for his lif... He remembered. He had already been scared for his life. He had already died.
He tried to remember how he died and what went on before that but it wouldn't come to him. Every time he tried to remember his head felt fuzzy. Was there even anything before this? What if this was how life started? But his death felt so real. He could still feel where each knife wound was but as he lifted the rag that was serving as his only piece of clothing his body was completely clear. There were no marks what so ever. He couldn't remember anything too long before his death. Just a face... and the pain.
"What is this place?" he exclaimed out loud as he took in his surroundings. Although he couldn't remember anything he was fairly certain that those blue shimmery thing shouldn't be floating in balls around his head.
"That's called water." remarked a hoarse male voice from behind him. He turned around and immediately recognised the man. Who could forget the face of their killer?
He dashed towards the man at full speed but he started to get further and further away until he became but a tiny speck. His throat felt dry. He had been screaming. Screaming for his life that had already been taken from him. How long had he been running? Minutes? Days? Hours? It felt like a life time. It didn't matter, this man had to pay. He continued running. Closer, closer, closer until the speck started to become more humanlike in form again. He was right behind him now. His hair was longer though. His figure was rather feminine too. He turned around.
He turned out to be a she. But where had that man gone?
