I lay there on the cold marble table, my hands and feet were bound to the corners. I pull and I twist and I try to get out, but then I go stiff. I think to myself i will get out of this "they cant do anything to me." But as I think that thought I feel the blade slide through my throat, from one ear to the other. I can feel the blood oozing out of my throat vigorously, as I lay there feeling every bit of my life draining away I can hear the strange people speaking in languages I dont understand. The feeling of my cut has gone, all I can feel now is the wetness and the warmth of my blood pulsing out in short bursts. I close my eyes to the blackness, to the emptiness and to the void of nothing.
   I feel as if I'm falling for what feels like forever, the sound of nothing stretches into voices, "Is he ready?" I hear one say in a low monotone grumble. "No, he will never be ready for such torment." This voice sounded familiar and as the silence past I remembered the voices had been my parents talking about me enlisting into the city watch. The low voice had been my father who had left my mother when I was sixteen. He insisted i had to be in the army but my mother had never wanted that for me, she wanted me to grow old in the city with a good job, a wife and kids but neither had ever happened. For my mother had gotten a sickness with no name, I had to take care of her for a while but she died in an alleyway on her way home from the store. I had always wanted better for her, she was to kind for this world and my father had left her to rot. As the anger inside me began to build up and the rage took over there was a sudden burst of light that moved faster than I thought possible. It lit up the world around me, this empty waist land of a void flickered in and out of time and space I suddenly saw ground underneath me, I hadn't even known I had landed. I sat for a moment looking around to see the areas around and I felt a strange force inside me, power I could never of had imagined, it was something new,
It was something bad.