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It was Ryder. He blinked over and over again, yet still everything was blurred. He was walking down a street? For how long? And to where?
The stones of the street were stained a dirty brown, large almost featureless buildings ran up along side it. The only direction was forward, yet he could not see very far. He passed some people, but he could not recall their faces. Dark humanoid shapes passed him by, where were they going?
"Could you help me young man?"
Ryder stopped, his body swaying. The sound came from his side and he looked down. It was an old woman, her skin tight around her bones, all covered in a muddy cloak. She was sat on the ground and reached a hand out to him. Still in a haze he slowly gripped her hand and pulled her up.
"What are you doing?"
It was... his voice? It came from all directions. Yet in all directions there was nothing, no street, no buildings, no little old lady, just total darkness.
"Why would you help the weak?"
Ryder tried to answer, but his breath was stolen away. No words would form from his lips, no sound echoed from him at all.
"Anyone too weak to live... ShOuLd DiE!"
The last words were distorted, cruel and sinister. Yet it was still his voice.
"Do YoU WaNt tO Be wEak?! dO yOu WaNt To dIe?!"
In the darkness something stirred. It reached out a hundred boney hands, each trying to clutch and grab in Ryder's direction.
"WoUldN't yOu RatHer Be LiKe mE?"
The voice came from behind, and despite all sense Ryder turned.
He saw himself, but different. He saw his skin cracked by white lines. He saw the cracks grow larger, until the entire body was a blinding light. It gave out a primal roar that twisted in the wind, and it exploded blinding Ryder with it's light. Slowly he opened his eyes once more and looked up. Countless bloody bones were piled up high, and atop it all was his image surrounded by a dark twisting glow. He looked down at himself and grinned.
"If you had power you could be like me"
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Ryder awoke in his tent covered in sweat. He lifted himself up a little and placed his hands over his face, moaning a little. He blinked and looked around.
".... I need a bloody drink..."
The stones of the street were stained a dirty brown, large almost featureless buildings ran up along side it. The only direction was forward, yet he could not see very far. He passed some people, but he could not recall their faces. Dark humanoid shapes passed him by, where were they going?
"Could you help me young man?"
Ryder stopped, his body swaying. The sound came from his side and he looked down. It was an old woman, her skin tight around her bones, all covered in a muddy cloak. She was sat on the ground and reached a hand out to him. Still in a haze he slowly gripped her hand and pulled her up.
"What are you doing?"
It was... his voice? It came from all directions. Yet in all directions there was nothing, no street, no buildings, no little old lady, just total darkness.
"Why would you help the weak?"
Ryder tried to answer, but his breath was stolen away. No words would form from his lips, no sound echoed from him at all.
"Anyone too weak to live... ShOuLd DiE!"
The last words were distorted, cruel and sinister. Yet it was still his voice.
"Do YoU WaNt tO Be wEak?! dO yOu WaNt To dIe?!"
In the darkness something stirred. It reached out a hundred boney hands, each trying to clutch and grab in Ryder's direction.
"WoUldN't yOu RatHer Be LiKe mE?"
The voice came from behind, and despite all sense Ryder turned.
He saw himself, but different. He saw his skin cracked by white lines. He saw the cracks grow larger, until the entire body was a blinding light. It gave out a primal roar that twisted in the wind, and it exploded blinding Ryder with it's light. Slowly he opened his eyes once more and looked up. Countless bloody bones were piled up high, and atop it all was his image surrounded by a dark twisting glow. He looked down at himself and grinned.
"If you had power you could be like me"
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Ryder awoke in his tent covered in sweat. He lifted himself up a little and placed his hands over his face, moaning a little. He blinked and looked around.
".... I need a bloody drink..."
