Trying to move my body was useless.
I felt extremely heavy, like being in quicksand, commanding my body to move was getting more and more harder...as my thoughts turned into blanks and time seemed to stop.
"What a way to die...but even so, it could be way more worse" I remembered the stories about children being used until they died, having their minds destroyed and bodies ravaged even before they could know what's life, what's to go to school or how is to have a decent meal.
" I'm way more lucky, I won't rest in peace...but there's no unbearable scar to be healed in my life, mediocre in both happiness and sadness" A boring life, a flavorful death… what I weird mix I wondered.
Unsure if time has passed, but years and seconds were the same to me.
It was like being an object, my body and mind and everything else seemed frozen in place, I would repeat parts of my memories...but in the end..they were like monologues being said from a robot
"who am I?" I felt the memories inside my 'soul', I could see what happened all my entire life...but it was like seeing a film.
"Icarus" I saw my last moments, and like a computer who ran it's last line of code…I was about to 'turn off', only to repeat this process over and over.
But the, a spark, a movement inside me, and I slowly started to have new thoughts, new feelings.
From giving my opinions in memories of my childhood to remembering the glorious times when Marie ""accidentally"" fell into my lap and gave me my first kiss over and over again.
"well, I was getting all deep and philosophical, this doesn't fits the mood." I thought to myself even tho I was enjoying every single second "this rewind is too realistic…" as I felt her soft, small lips touch mine and her glorious tights in mine's...seeing it again and again.
But so the bad memories affected me too, like the first time I saw my parents fight violently when I was 5 years old...the fear of a child was way more intense than I could ever imagine.
When did my mind came back? It wasn't like seeing a movie now...it was more like...living it again.
"AHHHHH" I could hear a scream inside my head, like hundreds of different beasts dying at the same time, as my memories started to grow more and more stronger, I could now feel what was happening.
The mist now took the form of a extremely grotesque dark gray spider, its fans distorting, its torso fat, dripping with a weird mucus.
It started to violently shake, I could feel it's fear and anxiety...it was trying to vomit me.
But as time passed, more I noticed that there was no turning back, the mist finally took human form, it was my body…"Please, get away, I'm going to die." as time passed, I started to understand the weird screeches the mist was giving...it was my voice, it was like a part of me begging for mercy.
It tried to devour me, assimilate me in it...
But my soul was way more different than it was used to digest, it was from a wild world; a savage and brutal world.
He never assimilated emotions, thoughts.. it wasn't adapted to it...and end up influenced by mine.
From feeling smarter, it started to have feelings, than having its own ego...or so it thought
In the end...it was just becoming me, letting himself be devoured by his prey.
My soul mixing with his, but he couldn't resist the process...so he become me and had all his existence ceased.
I couldn't feel mad with 'him', it was just eating as any living form does...I saw in its memories, there's no evil, only hunger and the instinct to become stronger, so it could flourish in it's hellish world.
His entire existence was to kill, devour, assimilate and grow...nothing more.
Now I could feel everything...I was on a cube no bigger than a football camp filled with mist, the area of the cube were filled with energy, and vitality, and outside it was a bubble that I couldn't tell what it was made of...maybe a dimension?, an piece of space-time fabric? It was called "Hunting Grounds" by him…
I sensed my body in the middle of the cube and focused my mind into it.
It wasn't too decayed, but I could feel it was rooting slowly, there was no injury besides me making a very weird face of pleasure and pain "shit, at least don't make me die more ugly." I commanded part of the mist to get inside it, driving away all the dead parts, restoring the vitality of the cells and reviving the brain.
It wasn't hard, there was a lot of vitality and many other different kinds of energy inside it, I just thought in what I wanted to happen and the cube used the energy to do the deed.
After that...my body slowly revived, but it was an empty husk. "Yo; I'm literally dead inside"
After dying, I could sense that my humor was really unfunny...then I decided to finally return to my body
Visualizing myself inside it, I could feel all the mist getting inside it, then a little piece of black stone emerged from center the cube and got inside my brain.
"BOOM!" The whole cube cracked into pieces and I could feel my body getting extremely light before a strong pain screwed my senses.
"Shit! I broke the Hunting Grounds" The bubble exploded and got inside my head as well.
Absorving an entire dimension wasn't a good idea, the stress in my body and mind was massive.
I blacked out for a moment, only to notice that I was back in the forest...it was 5 A.M.
"Time works differently in the Hunting Grounds as I see" I opened my eyes, and without even noticing the changes inside me or the massive number of calls and messages on my phone, I put my backpack in the soft ground, laid down and closed my eyes again.
I couldn't be more tired.
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