you close your eyes and wait for the end, waiting to feel the pain of the claws slash your chest or suffer the jaws around your throat, but you feel nothing but the same coo breeze you felt at the top of the mountain. Is this what death feels likewas your first thought
"no, your alive" a voice said in a oddly relaxing tone
you open you eyes to find yourself in a plain white room with a chair and a table next to it, on the table is some chocolate, you eye it suspiciously.
then it hits you like a blow to the stomach you double over and your knees give way, tears come running down your face over the extremely recent death of family and one word repeats itself.
"why?"you say "why me? why now? why do this?"
"because your special, Marcus"
"WHO ARE YOU?" you scream with rage over the interruption of your morning
"i am a friend you need know no more" the same bodyless voice said in the same tone that was getting extremely annoying now
"SHOW YOURSELF!! WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?" you scream
"i want to teach you, to help you"you heard as a _______ appeared.
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