Hey all, remember me, from the old forums, well if you don't ( Umaro ), I decided i'd give a little more into this fan fiction. Enjoy parts 6, 7 - 10 are on their way.
Part 6 …Everything felt cold, I could no longer use anything, see anything, hear anything; where was I? As the fear swelled within me, like a poisoned potion filled to the brim about to spill, I could remember. Into the deepest portions of hell, I had seen things not meant for even those of demon eyes: The very rulers of hell itself. Then it happened, my body trembled with pain, as if every last bone in my body was screaming in agony, but there was nothing. I could not call forth for help, I was trapped, like the test subject I was. As the pain continued, I saw memory after memory, horror after horror, shift back into my mind. I had seen countless beings completely decimated, contorted, and broken; just as I was being broken. Only, I had been giving the task of being the final one. I could feel my heart swell with nothing but a sickening sense of emptiness, only the chilled feeling of being alone. I felt sorry for what I had done, I felt remorse for ever having been foolish enough to follow the former stranger, to be lured into this trap. I was nothing but their puppet. I played my part, being tricked into believing I had seen the end, was this just another illusion, another punishment. No, I have seen the end. I was lead into going back, escaping from “The Three”, only to return, tricked in my own frame of accomplishment. If I could only at last embrace my final breath, to feel my last heart beat, to just fade from existence. But her face wouldn’t leave my mind, I was so pathetic, being tricked into slaughtering them all. Then, with a great gasp of air, I spoke, “I am broken”. With one massive bang, of purplish light, every last memory raced before my eyes. All the way back to the beginning, when I was still stuck following “The Three”.
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Parts 1 - 5 are found: http://www.diablo3.com/forums/showthread.php?t=356
Part 6 …Everything felt cold, I could no longer use anything, see anything, hear anything; where was I? As the fear swelled within me, like a poisoned potion filled to the brim about to spill, I could remember. Into the deepest portions of hell, I had seen things not meant for even those of demon eyes: The very rulers of hell itself. Then it happened, my body trembled with pain, as if every last bone in my body was screaming in agony, but there was nothing. I could not call forth for help, I was trapped, like the test subject I was. As the pain continued, I saw memory after memory, horror after horror, shift back into my mind. I had seen countless beings completely decimated, contorted, and broken; just as I was being broken. Only, I had been giving the task of being the final one. I could feel my heart swell with nothing but a sickening sense of emptiness, only the chilled feeling of being alone. I felt sorry for what I had done, I felt remorse for ever having been foolish enough to follow the former stranger, to be lured into this trap. I was nothing but their puppet. I played my part, being tricked into believing I had seen the end, was this just another illusion, another punishment. No, I have seen the end. I was lead into going back, escaping from “The Three”, only to return, tricked in my own frame of accomplishment. If I could only at last embrace my final breath, to feel my last heart beat, to just fade from existence. But her face wouldn’t leave my mind, I was so pathetic, being tricked into slaughtering them all. Then, with a great gasp of air, I spoke, “I am broken”. With one massive bang, of purplish light, every last memory raced before my eyes. All the way back to the beginning, when I was still stuck following “The Three”.