《Re: Corruption》Chapter 1: New beginning

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When I woke up I felt a strange sensation of death wavering around me.

It felt like I was about to get crushed from it like a child tramples on insects. I was completely powerless to do anything against this superior being.

Sadly I didn’t have any way of finding out what or who gave of this aura due to the fact that I was neither able to open my eyes, nor to move my body, which felt weak and, for some strange reason, proportionally wrong.

It was as if my head was too big for my body, my limbs fat and short and above all I felt that I was small. It was as if my body had gone back to the state of a newborn.

I seem to be hallucinating. I must still have some of that whiskey my old friend gave me in my blood. What was his name again? Hmm talking of my old friend… what did he look like again?

This is strange, it’s not like me to just forget about people I just talked to.

After having these thoughts a strong tiredness befell my mind and I went back to a deep sleep.

I had dreams about my childhood. My brother and I were playing together, I can’t see his face, it is a formless mass.

When I woke up again I felt hungry, but not even a bit thirsty.

The aura of death was gone. Don’t misunderstand me, it didn’t simply vanish. It was more like it was now placed in a distance, about 10 meters above me.

There the aura was concentrated on another, slightly weaker aura which gave of a feeling of rage.

I felt them clashing against each other, again and again and again.

After approximately 10 stunning minutes in which these two beings fought, both getting weaker as times passed by, one finally vanished.

The being which was left was the one from who I felt a sensation of death before, now it was merely a fragment of its former self.

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Then I suddenly heard thunderous applause.

I felt the aura, which now felt like a maggot compared to how it was before, moving in my direction.

It stopped next to me, muttering some words I couldn’t understand.

Its aura still grew weaker by the minute. It was dying.

Again the tiredness befell me and again I drifted into sleep.

I dreamt of my mother, crying as my brother, we both got into an accident, died in the hospital.

She didn’t show any relief that I survived it.

Then suddenly everything changed to a dark, greyish color. It took me a while to realize that my dream was long over and that what I saw was the reality, my eyes finally opened.

*flashback*

So I really had died, eh? So he really did it and it wasn’t just my imagination?

My old friend, whom I formerly mentioned, his whiskey was indeed good, sadly it wasn’t just whiskey. After I drank it I fell asleep and woke up in a bright room.

I don’t remember what it looked like in detail. I only remember that my old friend, whose name I can’t remind myself off, was standing in front of me when I woke up. I couldn’t move, he had chained me on a chair.

Then he started screaming at me, asked me why I did it. I didn’t understand what he was talking about. He screamed, saying I made a girl, I don’t recall who he meant, fall in love with me, then took everything she had and left her behind like something old you throw away.

By the way I didn’t do anything of that. Or at least I don’t remember.

Then he took a knife from a table next to me, he started cutting off my fingers one by one, still demanding his answer.

I screamed in pain and agony, he started laughing like a maniac and began to scream again.

Oh… now it comes back to me… The girl was his sister.

I still don’t remember why he thinks I did these things to her. Maybe it will come back to me later.

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After he cut off every single one of my fingers he seems to be pleased with himself.

My whole body felt like it was covered in blood. I lost so much of that precious liquid, I can’t feel any of my limbs, nor think straight. All I can do is scream and beg for my life.

When he heard me begging his laugh started to sound even more crazy.

In the distance I heard police sirens. Where they coming to help me? Did someone hear my screams?

My butchers face turned serious again.

“Sadly we two can’t play any longer” his voice sounded grotesque, but I could hear how glad he was to finally end me.

Then I felt how he slowly pushed his rusty knife into my body, destroying my stomach and my intestines. He pulled it out and stabbed again, I could feel how my body became a bloody mess.

Finally he freed me from my agony, when he slit my throat. I welcomed the sweet death.

*flashback end*

So that’s how I ended up here, eh?

The dark, greyish thing I saw was the wall I was staring at, it was artificial, so I was probably in some kind of basement or cage. At least I am pretty sure that I am not free, and neither is the being which is dying next to me.

My body grew since I woke up in it the first time, now I was about the size of a 7 year old. I do seem to grow fast. If that is because I was reborn or if it is just a characteristic of my new race, which clearly isn’t human, I don’t know.

After some time failing I finally managed to sit up, around me were dozens of ugly little children lying around me. They were all, for a few exceptions, sleeping and must have been about as big as I was.

“Hmm seems like we got a fast one this time.”(Being behind me)

I turned to where the weak, pained voice came from just to discover an old, darkgreen skinned, huge being lying next to the wall behind me.

I was stunned for a second but regained my calm.

Strangely I was able to understand this beings (I will call it “Ogre” for now) language, it certainly was none of the languages I knew in my old life.

I tried forming words with my up until now unused mouth.

“What am I?”(Me) It came out smoother than expected.

The old ogre looked at me surprised, but answered “You, young one, are a goblin, one of the weakest and dumbest creatures I know, but you seem to be an exception, at least regarding the dumbness” he mustered my body and I heard him mutter “it doesn’t matter, you will die soon anyway” while he turned around, facing the wall.

“And what are you?” [Me]

He stayed silent, after a short while he silently said “I am an Ogre, but I will soon vanish from the face of this world.”

So he really was an Ogre and he was really dying, just like his aura felt.

How did I know that he was an Ogre you ask? Well it seem that my Ability from my past life was still a part of me, even now, after I was reborn.

I was a psychometric, a psychic being which could identify object just by looking at them.

It was a mutation that appeared a few times since humanity began advancing to outer space.

The probability to be born with a psychic Ability was about one in two billion. I sure was lucky.

As I said I was only able to identify objects in my past life. Now looking at the Ogre I clearly see what he is.

OgreNameTralgurTitelSole SurvivorLevel???

My ability seems to have evolved.

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