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The fallen hero shall once again rise from the ashes when the rival regrets. That was a story his mother used to tell him when he was just a child. It was about a hero who dies by the blade of his foe and is reborn when his slayer regrets killing him. It never really made sence to Akiri but he liked it none the less. 

While Akiri was unconscious small little bits of his life flashed in his mind. The first was of when he was eight years old and he had his first kiss. Then a few weeks later when that girl he kissed dissapeared. No one ever did find her. The next peice of his life was when he was eleven. It was the first time he saw a dead person. It was a man who was killed by his lovers husband. The fight broke out right in front of him and he saw it from beginning to end. The last peice to flash in his mind was when he was thirteen. It was the first time he failed at a test. The test was marksmanship with a short bow. He missed with his first three arrows and hit the very side of the target with his last one.

A sickly laugh from deep inside his head interupted the slideshow of his life.

Who's there?

No answer.

If someone is in there please come out.

Wait, was he talking to himself? Did he really expect someone to answer him? And how could someone laughing in his head come out?

Now the voice that laughed let out a shrill scream. Then it started making nonsensical guttural noises. Little by little the noises began to form words.

Le...let me...let me out...out of your...your prison.....your horrible prison...

Another laugh.

Your wanted Akiri...lick your lips and taste the blood...no, not wanted...needed....your needed Akiri

Someone was shaking his shoulder. He could hear them calling his name over and over.

"Please wake up Akiri." It was Aimi's voice. Her normally soft and calm voice was panicky now. 

Akiri opened his eyes and saw a bleary Aimi crouched over him. As his eyes came into focus he saw a group of students gathered around him. Most of them were crying, and the others were just trying to comfort the crying ones. They must of seen the dead people and couldn't take it. He looked around a little and first noticed he had been dragged away from the bar, also the bar door had been closed. Did they see the guy in the back of the bar?

Akiri used all his might to try and lean up.

"No, please stay down Akiri. You can't lose any more blood."

Blood? Just from passing out? No, that can't be possible. As if it had been on cue a wave of pain started to slowly wash over the left side of his chest. He brought his right arm up and touched the left side of his chest. He felt a lot of blood on it. Before he could explore any further Aimi pulled his arm off his chest.

"Please don't do that."

He was barely listening to her. He used his left arm instead this time...but nothing moved. An even bigger wave of pain shot from the left side of his chest to cover his whole torso.

Oh god!

The pain was unbearable. He finally found out what was wrong. His left arm had been ripped off. Akiri let out a scream of pain mixed with fear. When the other students heard the scream they backed off and some started crying harder.

The blood started to flow more as he struggled. This time Aimi didn't say anything but just poked a long metal needle with some sedatives on one of the tips into his arm. It worked fast and Akiri was back to being unconscious in seconds.

The voice in his head started talking again.

My my, what a nasty wound you have there. Hopefully it will kill you and we'll finally be free from your rotting prison.

 NOTE: Expect to see longer chapters very soon. Also if you would like to keep reading the story after Testriffic closes down then add me onto your myspace account, I will be putting them onto my blog there. I will also most likely put them on Deviantart too, under the same username SilverTorch. The link to my myspace page is on my testriffic profile. SilverTorch out...lol I've always wanted to say that