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Pain. An agonizing pain like nothing anyone has ever felt before. A never ending pain that shreds ones soul. The pain of an infinite number of needles stabbing from the inside and the out, and yet...I do not feel. I do not smell. I can’t hear. The world around me is nothing but black. A never ending darkness coupled with a never ending pain. All my non-existent senses tell me that I shouldn't even be alive, that what is happening to me is impossible. Yet there is the pain. I feel the urge to breath, yet I take no air. How am I to breath with non-existent lungs. Nothing about me exists. There is nothing in this world but the never ending pain of an infinite number of needles in a darkness that stretches on for eternity.
How long has it been since the pain began, since I entered this dark place. I try to remember how I got here, but the pain is so great I can’t think of anything but the pain, and the darkness. I try to count, to think, but....OH GOD THE PAIN...................................

Its gone. The pain is gone. I feel something cold and damp on my back. The feeling of water seeping through your coat, and then you're shirt. My chest and face are warm though. A brisk, dry air tickles my nose. My hands are buried in something cold and wet, as is the back of my head. A chill wind blows across my body. I take a breath, and air fills my lungs. I clench my fist, taking a handful of the cold, wet, substance that I know of as snow. There is still darkness though, but a faint line penetrates it. I open my eyes, and then immediately shut them. The bright sun harming my eyes so used to the dark. I slowly open them again. There I lay in a forest. A clear day, the sun beating down on the bare trees covered in snow. I sit up. I feel the sensation of sitting up. It hurts to sit up. A dull pleasant pain. The ground is covered in snow as far as the eye can see. The sun glistening of the snow makes everything very bright. Its the complete opposite to the total darkness I had been submerged in just moments before. Had it been moments? I can’t tell.
I smile to myself. Whoever controls my fate has a strange sense of humor. I sigh and stand up, noticing for the first time that I am fully clothed. Black cargo pants, a black shirt, and a fading black trench coat. Something on the coats left shoulder catches my eye. I move to inspect it. A squadron patch. It reads: 57th SOD. The words are written under a picture of crossed pistols with silencers laid over a broken shield. The 57th Special Operations Division. My final assignment before everything changed. I sigh again. The patch brings back an old memory. The memory of when, and where, it all began.