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The smoke was choking, suffocating…. I couldn’t breathe….. I could barely think.
But I could move. I stumbled out of my bed, stepping out of fiery sheets and charred blankets, everything burning. I blocked the pain, blocked everything, and kept moving, and just trudged on through. The pain was unbearable. I made it to the door of my bedroom. It was hot. I opened it.
And walked through the inferno, ignoring the flames eating away at my body, and consuming my flesh. I had to keep going. Even if that meant losing everything. I don’t remember anything after opening the front door. Except for one thing.
There was a dark shape in the flames, as fluid as the flames themselves, that fled. It had done this. In my mind, it would die. I would kill it. As the blackness crashed around my ears, my last thought faded with the image of a figure leaning down, proffering its hand.
I woke, but not in a hospital. I was in my own home, charred and broken. Almost as much as I was. How had I survived? There was no reason that I should be. I got up. I felt good. Actually, I felt better than good. I felt great, like nothing in the world could stop me. Nothing could. I could probably beat the crap out of a bear, feeling this way.
I walked around, just wandering. I was just walking around on the street, smiling, just walking for the sake of it. I enjoyed this, the breeze on my face. A little girl walked around the corner. I waved, tipping an imaginary hat. She froze for a second, and walked the way she was going very slowly the way she was going.
I spoke up. “Is there a dog?”
She flinched. “No, my legs are just sore, that’s all.”
“Oh. Sorry about that.” I walked away, feeling sorry for the little girl. I kept walking, this time exiting the road onto a little game trail that led into the park. I think. In any case, I could remember where to go, if it didn’t. I wasn’t in the habit of getting lost. I walked into the forest, and traversed a little stream that someone had forgotten to build a bridge over. I looked into my reflection and gasped.
I was burnt. All over, with almost nothing left but little scraps of muscle and tendons. My eyes weren’t burnt, instead just had nothing covering them. That meant that when I blinked… ugh. I was alive, still? I guess I would have to just accept it.
I felt something tugging on the nape of my neck, scratching and pulling, and I turned around, my eyes ablaze, my mouth open, screaming. There was someone behind me. A man, short and stocky, with nothing very much special about him, except for a backpack he was carrying. It was the little girls. He had killed her and stolen her backpack!
I ripped the man apart with my bare hands, which, being not much more than bone and a couple of tendons, made the process a lot easier. His blood sated my rage. I calmed down, and thought about what I had done. I think I did the right thing. The man was just an animal, an insane animal that had to be put down because it hurt someone. It was.
I kept walking, whimsically, almost humming to myself, having a happy stroll in the forest. So far, I was having a great day.

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The smoke was choking, suffocating…. I couldn’t breathe….. I could barely think.
But I could move. I stumbled out of my bed, stepping out of fiery sheets and charred blankets, everything burning. I blocked the pain, blocked everything, and kept moving, and just trudged on through. The pain was unbearable. I made it to the door of my bedroom. It was hot. I opened it.
And walked through the inferno, ignoring the flames eating away at my body, and consuming my flesh. I had to keep going. Even if that meant losing everything. I don’t remember anything after opening the front door. Except for one thing.
There was a dark shape in the flames, as fluid as the flames themselves, that fled. It had done this. In my mind, it would die. I would kill it. As the blackness crashed around my ears, my last thought faded with the image of a figure leaning down, proffering its hand.
I woke, but not in a hospital. I was in my own home, charred and broken. Almost as much as I was. How had I survived? There was no reason that I should be. I got up. I felt good. Actually, I felt better than good. I felt great, like nothing in the world could stop me. Nothing could. I could probably beat the crap out of a bear, feeling this way.
I walked around, just wandering. I was just walking around on the street, smiling, just walking for the sake of it. I enjoyed this, the breeze on my face. A little girl walked around the corner. I waved, tipping an imaginary hat. She froze for a second, and walked the way she was going very slowly the way she was going.
I spoke up. “Is there a dog?”
She flinched. “No, my legs are just sore, that’s all.”
“Oh. Sorry about that.” I walked away, feeling sorry for the little girl. I kept walking, this time exiting the road onto a little game trail that led into the park. I think. In any case, I could remember where to go, if it didn’t. I wasn’t in the habit of getting lost. I walked into the forest, and traversed a little stream that someone had forgotten to build a bridge over. I looked into my reflection and gasped.
I was burnt. All over, with almost nothing left but little scraps of muscle and tendons. My eyes weren’t burnt, instead just had nothing covering them. That meant that when I blinked… ugh. I was alive, still? I guess I would have to just accept it.
I felt something tugging on the nape of my neck, scratching and pulling, and I turned around, my eyes ablaze, my mouth open, screaming. There was someone behind me. A man, short and stocky, with nothing very much special about him, except for a backpack he was carrying. It was the little girls. He had killed her and stolen her backpack!
I ripped the man apart with my bare hands, which, being not much more than bone and a couple of tendons, made the process a lot easier. His blood sated my rage. I calmed down, and thought about what I had done. I think I did the right thing. The man was just an animal, an insane animal that had to be put down because it hurt someone. It was.
I kept walking, whimsically, almost humming to myself, having a happy stroll in the forest. So far, I was having a great day.