Storms raged accross the city, the thunder roared as the lightning struck down upon my back, my blood curling screams

 of agony echoed throughout the streets, but not a soul was there to hear them.

a feeling of deep seated hatred welled up inside of me. blood was gushing out of the hole in my chest goo with chunks of what looked to be animal fat spilled out of the hole in my head.

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i should be dead i thought to myself, but i knew i wasnt the pain i fealt was all to real. 

A voice called out to me 

"Do you wish to live?" it asked.

the voice was so calming and gentle almost melodic, it did not sound masculine nor feminine it sounded like something in between.

"Do you wish to live?" it repeated

yes, i thought but i could not muster the power to speak the pain and agony was overwhelming me.

"Do you wish to live?" it repeated, with not a hint of annoyance or agitation.

"YES!" i roared with all the strength i could gather

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