Memories of times that he never experienced run throughout his mind...
Where did these thoughts come from?
Each memory coming complete with it's own emotion.
The Warlord..
With the anger of his fallen running through his veins, he slashes through the many foes that lie before him. His blade running smoothly through the flesh of his enemies.
The thought runs through his mind constantly. Every time it plays it becomes more vivid. More real....
"Awaken.."
A sweet voice called out to him from what he thought was heaven.
He awoke to find himself in a white room with no windows, no doors, no people.
A single stretcher was in the middle of the room, the smell of something burning caught his attention.
He glanced once more upon the stretcher to find what looked as if acid had burnt through it.
He went to touch, but better judgment told him it was indeed a bad idea.
He scanned the room in search of an exit.
He ran his hands feverishly along the walls hoping to find something.
A long narrow crack ran down the side of one of the walls.
He looked through it, but all all he saw was grey. A ray of heat graced his face as he looked into it.
The smell of hot steel filled his nostrils.
They welded the door shut.
No vents, no fans no nothing to give him air.
He began to panic even more so now.
He fell to the floor where he stood and began to think what happened to him.
Why was he here? How did he get here? Would he die here?
He became confused at the thought and became filled with rage at this madness that was happening to him.
It was going to happen. He felt this feeling before. The memory filled his head again...
The Warlord was running once more through the fields of the dead.
Slicing, hacking, punching, gripping, biting, tearing.
Anything to get to where he was going. Anything to complete his objective.
He used brute force to achieve what he needed.
He left not one alive that he laid his eyes on.
A killing machine...
He came to in a hallway.
He looked around, even more confused now.
He turned to see a hole in the wall where he was previously standing.
He noticed.. he was a good 100 feet away from it.. and along the narrow corridor
leading to his feet laid the bodies of what looked like bio techs.
Brutally murdered where they stood.
Limbs torn off, head severed, broken bones.
Deja-vu took a hold of him as he looked at the bodies.
He saw a madman, with a sword on his back and cuts on his body.
This time, no black out.
What was going on?
Where did these thoughts come from?
Each memory coming complete with it's own emotion.
The Warlord..
With the anger of his fallen running through his veins, he slashes through the many foes that lie before him. His blade running smoothly through the flesh of his enemies.
The thought runs through his mind constantly. Every time it plays it becomes more vivid. More real....
"Awaken.."
A sweet voice called out to him from what he thought was heaven.
He awoke to find himself in a white room with no windows, no doors, no people.
A single stretcher was in the middle of the room, the smell of something burning caught his attention.
He glanced once more upon the stretcher to find what looked as if acid had burnt through it.
He went to touch, but better judgment told him it was indeed a bad idea.
He scanned the room in search of an exit.
He ran his hands feverishly along the walls hoping to find something.
A long narrow crack ran down the side of one of the walls.
He looked through it, but all all he saw was grey. A ray of heat graced his face as he looked into it.
The smell of hot steel filled his nostrils.
They welded the door shut.
No vents, no fans no nothing to give him air.
He began to panic even more so now.
He fell to the floor where he stood and began to think what happened to him.
Why was he here? How did he get here? Would he die here?
He became confused at the thought and became filled with rage at this madness that was happening to him.
It was going to happen. He felt this feeling before. The memory filled his head again...
The Warlord was running once more through the fields of the dead.
Slicing, hacking, punching, gripping, biting, tearing.
Anything to get to where he was going. Anything to complete his objective.
He used brute force to achieve what he needed.
He left not one alive that he laid his eyes on.
A killing machine...
He came to in a hallway.
He looked around, even more confused now.
He turned to see a hole in the wall where he was previously standing.
He noticed.. he was a good 100 feet away from it.. and along the narrow corridor
leading to his feet laid the bodies of what looked like bio techs.
Brutally murdered where they stood.
Limbs torn off, head severed, broken bones.
Deja-vu took a hold of him as he looked at the bodies.
He saw a madman, with a sword on his back and cuts on his body.
This time, no black out.
What was going on?
