ohne Rache

AN: well, I thought of this while I heard both of the songs I mention below, I was obsessed with Rammstein before, and now it has resurfaced, and I'm also waiting for inspiration to continue my other stories...this one might or might not be longer, I still don't know...it was more like an excercise that I liked enough to post it, so, I will just ask one thing...

If you care enough you might want to translate the title...¬¬

Enjoy?

Chapter One: Feuerräder

“Du kannst und willst und wirst nie vergeben
Und du verteufelst sein ganzes Leben!
Treibst in den Wahnsinn von maßlosem Zorn
Vernichtung und Rache du bist zum Hassen gebor'n“

“Wut Will Nicht Sterben“, by Puhdys Featuring Till Lindemann.

So it was one of those weird days in which he’d had revealing dreams, he knew so, but he couldn’t remember them…he hated those days…he sat by the window of the little annex in which he’d been living for what felt like years but in reality had only been a few weeks, he only remembered that much, everything between his 17th year and the current 20th year had been completely erased from his memory…or maybe someone had hypnotized him into not remembering…and those dreams that should’ve made him remember only confused him…he watched the monks come and go with their daily tasks…he couldn’t remember how had he ended in such a place, it was really far away from his city, maybe even country because it all seemed very oriental, but soon he noticed that sunlight was burning his obscenely sensitive skin and he returned to his bed…

Every time he tried to remember migraine would ensue, he really didn’t like migraine…but amnesia wasn’t a nice thing either, the only tiny little pieces of information he could remember was someone calling his name and crying, shaking him, telling another someone to take him out of ‘there’ (wherever there is) and to send him far, far away, then comes a huge explosion and everything becomes pitch-dark…of course that, could mean a hundred different things and not a single one of them can he think of…

After that huge void of years of lost memories, the memory that comes right after it is an old monk, a Buddhist old monk, talking to him (he was really surprised that the monk spoke English), asking him if he’s alright and stuff, telling him everything will be alright, all the wounds and scratches he had when he came to this place have disappeared, not even the deepest ones remained, of course, that contributes to his amnesia…it wouldn’t make any difference if he’d been here for 3 years, completely oblivious of what happened the world or if it’d only been amnesia, it’s all the same, waking up from an unwanted sleep…

Part of the little things he remembers is that his city was destroyed, and that no one survived…but then, had the person who helped him ‘escape’ from the chaos died also? It didn’t make sense…or he didn’t want it to be like that…besides, his alienation from the world, his amnesia and his excessive photo-sensibility seemed too perfect…

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AN: As I don't mention any names at all, you might as well want to tell me, who do you think I'm talking about?? XD