The flames are dancing to the tune of a morbid song around me as I approach the man who is now praying on his knees, begging for mercy. His eyes, a washed blue, reflect the dazzling light of the fire, while his tears fall relentlessly on his ash covered face. To him this is hell, and it is the first time he has to deal with it, for me, this is a nightmare I have experienced thousands of times during the experiments, a nightmare I had come to completely merge with. I had become a nightmare myself. And the satisfaction of this fact makes me feel cold shivers sliding down my back. Because I shouldn't be satisfied. I should be terrified by myself. I should at least try to act human.
But you are not! says a voice in my head. And it is right. I am not a human. I was never supposed to be a huma
