Remeber Your Past

I am out. 1

The cold black pit is now an overly heated mass of charred blackness.2

This is my body.3

I am covered in boiling lava, and all I crave is death.4

I am hungry, I crave flesh, blood, raw meat. Then I smell it. It smells fresh, disgustingly like trees and earth, but it is flesh. All I can think of is the way the blood will taste on my lips, the warmth of the still alive victim, and the bones cracking between my fingers. Yes, the poison of evil is delicious.5

We have set out after this Flesh, the knawing hunger growing in me, growing to an insatiable insanity. All I can think is death. I can see them, the pinkish skin on the beautiful elven women. They see us, but it is to late. I grab a young one by the neck, and snap it at her look of horror. Yes, the sound of the crack drives me mad with hunger as I feast on this disgustingly beautiful woman. And yet as I feast, I feel a twinge in me. I twinge I knew long ago, but should not be feeling now. I look on my dead victim, everything on her body terribly mutilated and torn, all but her young face. Her eyes stir something in me, those voilet eyes, I have seen them before. I used to know them, to love them. I smell the tears of the older woman and I look up. The feeling was never there. She is crying, screaming out in her elvish insanity and I laugh. 6

"Take her to the tower." I yell. "It is time for you to feel the icy- hotness of Mordor."7