The Martyred
From Create Your Own Story
|-Darkness, an eery lack of feeling, lack of anything. Then suddenly, a burst of wind, your eyes open. You're lying on a cold table, Your right arm cut open. You look towards it, then past to see a table with small cutting tools on it, scalpels. You look around some more. You are alone in a white room. A hospital? Maybe. A mourge? More likely. But how? How did you get here? You try to remember. You have only one memory a blurry thought, a sense of urgency, a woman's voice shouting your name, "Leo!" Your mother? Probably, but you can't make out a face. Suddenly you are aware of a strange feeling, a tingling. You reach up to feel your head. CAT EARS!? You may not remember much, but you're sure that this isn't normal. You've got a tail too. You figure you might be able to get some answers if you get up and look around.
|-Slowly, you climb off of the cold operating table which you awoke on. You feel blood trickling down your arm. Maybe you should do something about that. Should you...
