Vengeful Memories

I sit here in pure boredom forcing the psionic energy through my hands. I should be out for vengeance, but my problem is... I don't actually know where to start.



I suppose it would be best if I explained who I am. My name is Aaric Locke... Or it was. I led the life of an assassin, and a damn good one at that. ...They say not to mix business with pleasure... I can finally understand it. Since my death I've become a cruel and hardened individual.

I wasn't always the Cruel man I am today, there was a time when I killed with compassion. I fought to make the world a better place. I was very picky in what clients I took on, never stepping out of line to end a righteous life. That was before though... Before I fell in love.

What she asked of me wasn't a difficult task. I was to kill her husband, she claimed he was abusive and cruel. I wish I had known of the inheritance she stood to gain, it might have swayed me to decline her.

He was dead by morning, and without a trace of evidence, though suspicion would linger for years to come. She payed me in full, and assured me that if she was ever in a similar situation she would contact me. I was captivated by her... The innocence, and at once the complete lack thereof.

I was in too deep and I felt I had to see her. I began to puruse her, I was her suitor and for all purposes, it appeared I was a welcome one at that. We began to date, her knowing what my business was. It was as if she cared not that my hands were so stained with blood.

Our relationship developed, and the unthinkable happened; We became engaged to be married. I was never one for love, and had always felt in my line of work it could only get in the way. She had changed me though. I had come to understand that her late husband had been killed for the inheritance, and yet I was so under her spell that it was of minor importance to me.

I began to take on more risque clients... Losing myself and what I was. Killing came to hold a thrill, a charm to it. I should have taken that as a sign and tried to change myself, but I was so caught up in her web that I could never change a thing.

On the first night of our honeymoon, as we consummated the marriage, a window shattered. I was up in an instant with a dagger pulled from beneath my pillow. Even in such a moment I would always be ready for the unexpected. In my line of work that awareness was required.

I walked towards the window of the dark room cautiously, trying to spy any sign of intrusion. It was then that I felt a light kiss to my ear and a sharp kiss to my back. The pain followed by only a whisper. "Goodnight Love, and Goodbye."

I felt my life fading. That's right by all rights I should be dead, and depending on the definition of the term some would argue that that is exactly what I am.


I awoke in a chamber of light. At first I was hit with surprised notion that I could be accepted into heaven. Soon after my awareness began to kick in as I realized that this room was crafter by men, but the walls were glowing with a bright energy.

I wasn't given long to think before a voice sounded within my head.

"Eric Locke, The culler has saved you from an untimely death because we... see potential within you. The Culler have many enemies, and few means to defeat them. It is true that as an Elan your past is gone, but you will always be the warrior you were as a human, only now, you will be better aided by your thoughts. We ask little of you... only loyalty. Is this something you can give?"

I had to bite back my thoughts, for some reason I felt a desire to cause them all harm. A desire for some form of Vengeance. I pledged my loyalty, and I was sent out into the world.

What I have told you here, I have gathered from my dreams... Elan are not given to remember their pasts... something inside of me has driven me on and kept my memories close. The strength of one single powerful emotion. Vengeance.

Vengeance is all I have left.

I will one day thank the Culler for the life they've given me... The same way my Wife--Gods Damn  Her Soul--Thanked me.