(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

egan again, a nightmarish horde of howls and cat-calls and taunts and
insults...
My hands slide into the filthy quagmire of the pillar, sinking deep into the
biting of fangs, mandibles. They gnash at my flesh, tear at my scarred skin in
fury as my fingers curl around the tiny skull, locking into place. I pulled,
ripping it from its base like a thick-rooted weed, tearing it from the pillar like
an old scab...
"It is DONE," I declared.
The bloody skull lay in my scarred hands, its eyes covered in ichor from the
pillar, and its teeth chatter, once, twice. It is remniscent of a wailing
newborn: helpless, naked... pathetic.
"I have freed you. Now your life... and your death is mine... Morte."
~~~~~
My vision swirled, the mists of the past drifting away, and Morte was still
chattering on, casual as could be. "We talked for a while, chief, you and me,
seeing whether the arrangement would work, and I think we both were
really impressed with each other, so you invited me off the Pillar, and I've
kind of been with you ever since."
"Uh... what happened then?"
"Well, I didn't know I'd lose most of the Pillar's knowledge once I was out of
it... I mean, how was I to know, I'd never been off the damn thing... but you
were pretty understanding about it..."
I blinked, "You lost all the knowledge you said you had...?"
My vision swirled again, ripped me from the present in a surge of old
memories. It made me dizzy, and my gut churned...
~~~~~
There is the crack and snap of bone, the thrum of the blows as they
reverberate through my hands. My fingers bleed with the fury of the strikes,
joints loosening down to the knuckle, but I'm too angry to give a damn.
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