I heard the cut of the scissors echo through my head. What had just happened? I was the one that cut the thread. I was the one who decided the fate of people. At least I thought I was.... I am! I was...
I suddenly wake up, flashes of a memory. I'm falling... I see a training hurling towards me. I feel unbearable pain for an instant before seeing a different memory. I see a gun pointed to my head. The pain returns for a instant, before it fades again. A third memory, I'm flying downward into a piece of concrete. It hurts like hell, then the pain subsides
This continues millions- no billions of times, getting faster each time. I feel the pain of every death from all time. As soon as it all ends, I feel all the pain at once. What the hell was I doing? I'm a monster. I did this to all of them.
I begin to cry out, as all I see is darkness. Crying from the pain, crying for the guilt. Why did I have to gain a will? I open my eyes, and suddenly I see a bright light, I immediately close my eyes again, the light hurt my eyes.
I hear a woman's voice screaming, then panting heavily. What had just happened? Is she dying? No... this sound is so much different than death pain. I would know, I've heard it all. I look at my hands and I immediately notice they aren't the skinless hands I'm used to. They're small... they're weak... They're a baby's hands... I've killed plenty of babies, but what was up with me? I looked at the formerly screaming woman, and I seemed immediately compelled to move toward her.
What was this feeling? I'm breathing... my heart is beating... I'm human... I feel emotions... I'm going to die.... Who was that man who cut my-
My mind suddenly does blank, what was I just thinking about? I'm not sure... I just need to make sure I get fed.... I begin to suckle upon woman's breast, a nice and sweet food. I thought I was the one who chooses the end... I am the one... I was.... What was I?
I can't remember, I only remember the past few minutes. I only remember crying my eyes out. Why was I crying? Why? Why? I need to know. Who am I? Who? Who? Where am I? Where Where? Why don't I remember? Why? Why?
I look into the woman's eyes and cry myself to unconsciousness. I can't stay awake with this pain. I can't. I can't. I can't