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{Creepypasta Story} I mean, how do you describe... life, after death? It wasn't reincarnation. I was in the same.. beaten up, bloody, bruised body. But I felt myself... healing. Becoming stronger. And the thoughts of my enemies made my blood boil. The ones who ripped me apart were my allies. If I slaughtered them I'd just be running away from myself.... Again. Not again. Like I did in my 'previous' life. I wasn't sure what it was. A second chance perhaps.. To do something worth... being dead over? Or so I thought. That was before I discovered others like me.. But they killed innocent people for nothing. I wasn't as vengeant as them but.. I understood. But I couldn't watch them murder innocents. I had to do something. That was before I fell in love with one of the killers.