Prologue

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PROLOGUE(the before-everything-begins part)

            Since waking up in the alley, my memory has been nearly perfect.  I believe it is a side effect of what happened to me.  Or whatever that old man did to me before he died...or I killed him...or however it happened.  I can remember everything that's happened to me since waking up covered in blood.  Whenever I close my eyes, anything I’ve experienced since then comes rushing back to me as if I’m viewing the full-color pages of a book.  It's spooky.  I don't know if the memories will last forever.  I'm still learning the full extent of what I can do.

            It bothers me that I can’t remember the hours before I woke up.  Looking back, I suspect I know what might have happened to me, but there's no point in speculating.  I’m no longer the same person I was that evening.  Actually, I’m not sure I even still count as a person.  But I’ll get to that soon enough.

            For now, let's begin with that dark alley.  That’s where the nightmare began.

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