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“It's fine, it's fine,” one lies, trying to calm me, to slow meHer voice is disturbed by the effort
of her breathing
“Be careful!” another shouts in warning
“Don't hurt yourself,” one of them pleadsA deep voice, full of concern
Concern!
Heat shot through my veins, and a violent hatred nearly choked me
I had never felt such an emotion as this in all my livesFor another second, my revulsion pulled
me away from the memoryA high, shrill keening
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sound scraped through my airwaysThere was a weak pain in my throat
Screaming,my body explained
I froze in shock, and the sound broke off abruptly
This was not a memory
My body–she wasthinking!Speaking to me!
But the memory was stronger, in that moment, than my astonishment“There is danger ahead!”
The danger is behind!I scream back in my mindBut I see what they meanA feeble stream of
light, coming from who knows where, shines on the end of the hallIt is not the flat wall or the
locked
chanel purses bags door, the dead end I feared and expectedAbandoned, empty, and condemned, like this buildingOnce a hiding place,
now a tomb
A surge of relief floods through me as I race forwardNo way to survive, but
perhaps a way to win
No, no, no!This thought was all mine, and I fought to pull myself away from her, but we were
togetherAnd we sprinted for the edge of death
“Please!” The shouts are more desperate
I feel like laughing when I know that I am fast enoughI imagine their hands clutching for me
just inches behind my backBut I am as
chanel shopping bags fast as I need to beI don't even pause at the end of the
floorThe hole rises up to meet me midstride
The emptiness swallows meMy legs flail, uselessMy hands grip the air, claw through it,
searching for anything solidCold blows past me like tornado winds
I hear the thud before I feel it
And then pain is everywhere
Not high enough,I whisper to myself through the pain
When will the pain end? When… ?
The blackness swallowed up the agony, and I was weak with gratitude that the memory had
come to this most final of conclusionsThe
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steady myself, as was this body's habit
But then the color rushed back, the memory reared up and engulfed me again
No!I panicked, fearing the cold and the pain and the very fear itself
But this was not the same memoryThis was a memory within a memory–a final memory, like a
last gasp of air–yet, somehow, even stronger than the first
The blackness took all but this: a face
The face was as alien to me as the faceless serpentine tentacles of my last host body would be
to this new
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