Every inch of his skin felt alive as if a thousand tiny needles were pricking his skin all at once. It didn't hurt; he could not feel real pain, not like when he was alive.
Only a ceaseless, irritating itch.
Darkness enveloped him. An icy chill permeated his umbral purgatory. Only the blue spectral flames that ensconced his body kept him company in the grand expanse between the living and the dead.
He drew a shuddering breath that produced no oxygen. A heavy melancholy penetrated his soul. A white hot spark burned inside—rage. Rage, rage, and more rage.
A growl erupted from his scarred throat.
He'd drifted here for what felt like an eternity. All he remembered was flames and smoke filling the wooden hut, and the screams of the dying. His own screams as his life was snuffed out by those he thought were friends. Family.
They needed to be punished.
He drew on his rage, channeling it into strength. The flames surged around him, warming him against the bitter cold. He'd escaped the ogres of HFIL and got stuck in this in-between place. He would let his rage push him all the way back to Earth.
He would find his 'brothers'.
Yes, he'd find them. And once he found them, he'd bring them back to the afterlife. He would not suffer alone. They would spend an eternity in suffering at his hands.
Maybe then he'd find some peace.
LAIKA OF THQ
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