Phantom origins - Deaths apprentice

Chapter 2 - Insanity

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Chapter 2 - Insanity

Recap:

Cold consumes me and goosebumps rise all over my body. The temperature of the water plummets causing my body to shiver.

"I have many names. Some call me Abaddon the Destroyer, others call me Archangel Sameul, in europe i'm known more commonly as the Angel of Darkness, Lord of the Abyss. Many know of me as the Grim Reaper, but you Aidan O'Dwyer may call me Death."

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"Death." i repeated in disbelief

Laughing cynically i raised a wrinkled hand to my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. Not only have i no memories of my past but my mind is nearly completely lost. The only plus side to this situation was that i have a name.

Whispering it over and over in my mind, trying to keep hold of some information.

"Do you know why you are here?" Death asked again

"Because i'm insane?" was my reply and a deep chuckle ricocheted off the mossy walls.

"You are here because of your ability, those who betrayed you are not stupid. By trapping you in a water confined space filled with Epsom, they are putting your body through the sensory deprivation process, in hopes to purge your bloodline from existence. In effect it will prevent you from using your ability. Tomorrow you mind will go through the second stages."

"Theres stages? Why not just kill me?"

Shaking my head i sighed, immediatley regretting doing so as sharp cramps gripped my sides.

Pain pierced my skull and ice cold shocks erupted through my brain causing my body to spasm and thrash about in the freezing water.

When would this torture end! Spluttering out the salt water that was choking me i grasped my head with both hands, feeling the cold, boney fingers that were there, desperately trying to rip them off.

"Don't resist, you must regain some of what has been lost to understand your purpose." Death explained and immediately lights flashed in my brain.

Image after image displayed and replaced, all were in black and white. Memories of me as a young boy, two dead parents laying either side of me.

A policeman hand cuffing a teenage version of me, my neighbours standing by watching in fear.

Behind bars again on my 20th birthday for terrorising an elderly gentlman.

Non of these images made sense yet i understood parts, people were afraid of me, they hated me for what i could do; Commune with the dead.

Because of my "difference" my own father went so far as to murder my mother for giving birth to such an abnormal child. Grief striken with guilt, he commited suicide leaving me in the hands of the authorities.

More memories invaded my brain, leaving me breathless. They were all to abrupt to make any sense out of them, each time i tried to catch a fragment of memory, shards of crystalised ice would stab at my brain. Some memories stood out; being in a laboratory of some kind, large glass tanks, a woman with raven hair. The overall emotion these memories triggered was betrayal.

The lights vanished and my mind was plunged into darkness again, most of what was seen was forgotten, the only real knowledge i'd received was that i can talk to the dead and have been betrayed.

"What....the... hell!" i managed to gasp as the pain slowly faded. No reply came and waiting for one was becoming agonizing.

Noticing the water was no longer cold i could only assume Death had left me. Snickering as the thought came to mind; has Death left me for dead?

What if it was just my imagination? Is any of it real?

Sighing in self pity i lay on my back and float, feeling weightless, my stomach feels like ice and a migraine was settling in my temples.

Closing my heavy eyes i slowly drift into oblivion...

Her blue eyes brimmed with hot tears as she re-read the letter;

Dear D,

It is with great pleasure that i inform you of C's sucess in erradicating the last SHADE. We understand and sympathise with how difficult the past three years must have been for you, due to your 'involvement' with the Subject 6, but are pleased with your loyalty and co-operation with the organisation.

'Life Is God's Heart Tune... Light shall provail'

Regards,

H

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