Cover story 7: No arms, no legs, just the past
A memory of a life you once lived. You weren't the best and you were an honest man about it. There were always better than you but when we needed you you could be counted on said all the men and women. But when the man you were never meant to meet comes face to face with you what do you do, "are you a doctor, you saved me in my past life, why didn’t you kill me doctor” as sickening laughter is heard, three rounds of three shots during three seconds it could make a grown man cry. "I left you alive doctor, you're me, and I would hate for the perfect version of me to be left for dead".
Still h he's watching me he's somewhere
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Ziiip
(Even in pain feeling this for the first time, all I could think of was how I was gonna pulverise this man ... o or manbaby yeah that sounds right) Ziiip
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He came to me, asking me a few questions. What life means to me, maybe as a means of interrogation. He asked me what if I became a bodyguard for em, a tenth asmerelda is still a lot. So I wondered and then, THAT WAS WHEN HIS THOUGHT HIT ME. OOOH DON*T BARGAIN YOUR LIFE WITH ME PEASANT.
Ziiip
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Hmm hmm
Where am I, WHERE AM I, I was unable to mumble my words out.
WHERE ARE YOU, HUUUH. You do not simply understand that your knee, with a simple shift of your own body, could be cut further than the single slice I gave you earlier. The mechanism was a simple tread of electricals connected coverings sir Malfonz, if you even try transforming into lightning, the heat will create a reaction and launch the knife in the toaster right in front of your knee. (He said those words in glee, but even then I never took their meaning too account but if he tries prying any further I might die before him).
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I could kill you right now but why, why not have a lingering fear, why not a needle, that could stab, pain that could release the knife. Why not that?
(HMMMM please be a dream said so fast in my head I barely heard those words being spoken slowly turning into the screech of a chalkboard I was a dead man living, I was scared, I was cocky).
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Hmm HMM
What would I say, karma caught up to the man who lived a life of ego, but how did he know of my intentions?
What happened?
Do you dream, of a dream with something deeper?
Huh?
DO YOU DREAM, OF A DREAM WITH SOMETHING DEEPER?, then rips off the mask concealing his voice. Do you not feel pain other than the knee?
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No I do not dream of a dream simply for the sake of analyzing it, I do not even remember.
I dream for a yearning to be there, not critique the meaning behind it.
But for a man who simply ignores dreams how can you sleep, the lack fear is what causes us to sleep yet you ignore it in fear of people you killed biting the curb with your life in your most hoplessness, does that not sound like a fear a being like you shouldn't face. (SHUT UP).
Stab, ouch, AAAAh. Ah. this extreme feeling of pain, feeling it for the first time, it comes out. (Yet I wanna beat this mutt up more).
So, answer me with every excruciating detail. Whatever you remember.
(SHUT UP).
What is this? I am no mere mortal, why are you doing this?
I could see your intentions, I do not dare to speak further, and so he leaned forward towards me stabbing me again as I finish my line. (The pain was so much I don't even think I uttered a word).
I do dream, I do dream. (SHUT UP).
I dream everyday about what it would be like to be born a mere mortal, what death feels like, when i its painless. Would anybody remember my life anymore since I outlived all of them who I never talked too, or do I commit simple suicide. Not a simple fall but a simple stab to the area you are stabbing.
I wish I could dream but my ego you could say blinds us, I don't wanna simply die like a peasant in my sleep and I've done it so long so that a day like today can never occur.
BUT IT DID.
That does not seem to be all you recall is it. IS IT DUMBASS.
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What’s the good of a mirror anyways for a man like me, who can’t even see his own reflection without the help of another. Fin.