Chapter 3 Chapter 1 Memories

I know that everything begins with an end, and an end is death to these eyes—someone reminded me. Not these eyes.It's my eyes, mine, they're mine. I found myself using a strange language, but the strange language made sense.Inflected, ephemeral, blind, linear, it stutters and seems unbelievably stuttering compared with many languages ​​I have ever used, yet there is still fluid expression and emotional richness to be found in it, it Sometimes very graceful.Now it's my language, my mother tongue. By the most practical instinct of my species, I planted myself firmly in the so-called center of this body, and made my every breath or reaction inextricably intertwined with it, until it and I were no longer separate from each other. two entities of , then it is me.

Not this body, but my body. I felt the effects of the sedatives wear off and my mind gradually regained consciousness.I prepared myself to deal with the first wave of memories, and in fact the last ones—the ones that ended with what this body had lived and experienced in its final moments.I have been fully and thoroughly warned of what is now to take place.Human emotions can be intense, more alive than those of any other species I've ever parasitized, and I've managed to prepare myself. Memories emerge, and, as I've been warned, it's not one of those things for which any advance preparation can be made.

It is accompanied by dazzling colors and high-pitched sounds.Her skin was cold, pain gripping her limbs, burning them.A strong nausea came out of her mouth, and then a whole new sense, a fifth sense I'd never felt before, taking particles from the air and translating them into strange messages, pleasures and warnings in her head --odor.They distracted me, and my mind wandered, but that wasn't her memory.There was no appeal in those memories, only fear. Fear gripped her like a trap, binding her lumbering limbs as it drove them along.To run, to run—that was all she could do. I failed.

Memories that weren't mine were so frightening and felt so intense and clear that they cut off my control system - drowning out my objectivity and calm, completely forgetting that it was just a memory, not happening things in myself.It was like hell, it was the last minute of her life, I was her, we were running. It's so dark in here that I can't see at all.I couldn't see the ground, I couldn't see my groping hand reaching forward.I ran blindly and tried to hear my pursuers, I could feel them right behind me, but the pulsating sound in my ears was so loud that it drowned out all other sounds.

It's too cold here.This one should be irrelevant by now, but it's killing me.I was frozen. There was an unpleasant smell in her nose, a bad smell.For a split second, the discomfort allowed me to break free from her memory, but it was only a split second, and I was pulled back into the memory again, and my eyes were already filled with tears of terror. I'm lost, we're lost, it's all over. They must be running after me now, the footsteps getting louder and closer.There are so many footsteps!I'm single, I'm a failure. The hunters are calling, and their sound makes my stomach cramp and I feel sick.

"It's all good, it's alright," one of them coaxed, trying to steady me and slow me down.She was panting, which made her voice unnatural. "Careful!" another yelled. "Don't hurt yourself!" one of them begged.A deep voice filled with concern. care! My heartbeat almost pierced my veins, and a violent hatred almost suffocated me. I have never experienced such emotions in any other life experience I have had.Another wave of disgust pulled me out of the memory.A piercing, piercing wail pierced my ears and roiled in my head.The yell squeezed through my windpipe, and there was a faint pain in my throat.

She's screaming, my body corrects, it's you screaming. I was stunned, and the sudden accident made me lose my voice instantly and stopped shouting. This is not a memory. My body - she's thinking!talking to me! But at that moment, the memory was stronger than my shock. I beg you!They yelled that there was danger ahead! Danger is behind!I screamed at them in my mind, but I knew what they meant.A beam of faint light came from nowhere, illuminating the end of the hall.It wasn't a smooth wall or a locked door that I dreaded and foreseen, that was a black hole. Elevator shafts — deserted, empty, condemned, like the building — were once hiding places, but are now tombs.

A rush of relief flooded me as I ran forward, there was still a way.Although it is inevitable to die, it may be possible to prevent the other party from succeeding. No, no, no!The thought was mine, and I struggled to pull myself away from her, but we were both in this together, and we were both on the brink of death. I beg you!The shouts grew more urgent. When I know I'm fast enough, I want to laugh out loud.I see in my mind their hands inches from mine, about to grab me.Still, I run as fast as I have to.Even at the end of the floor, I didn't stop.I took a big step forward, and before my front foot landed, the black hole rose to meet me.

A hollow feeling engulfs me, and my legs struggle in vain, useless.My hands grip the air, clawing at it, searching for anything solid.A cold wind blew past me like a tornado. Before I could feel it, I heard a bang...the wind died... And then there was pain everywhere... Pain was everything. let it stop. Not exciting enough.I whispered to myself in pain. When will the pain stop?when…… This time, I stood there dumbfounded, motionless.There should be no one else but me.Yet the thought was so strong, so conscious! Mine, I contradict her, words filled with power and authority that only I have, everything is mine.

So why am I talking back at her?I couldn't help thinking as various sounds interrupted my thoughts.