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Eddie, or what remains of him, jolts to life. He is fractured. Little left but a complete sensation of loss. He's alone, scared, and whilst he struggles to remember who he is, the feeling of isolation isn't unfamiliar. He knows he doesn't like it, but as far as he's concerned, it's something he knows and embraces. His body aches and dried blood from his various wounds is caked between his torn skin and fabric. He pulls himself upright and is surprised at the increased strength he feels pulsing through his shattered torso.
His sight catches him by surprise. Sensing movement of a vine shaking on the ground ahead. A good enough distance that he normally shouldn’t be able to see. But how did he know this? He had brief flashes of what felt like dreams. Again a familiarity but nothing concrete, no detail. Just flashes of outlines.
His jaw cracked painfully, and he felt the sensation of breaking bone through his face. Doubled over, screaming, he reached out and clasped at the remnants of the trash can lid near where he lay. It wasn’t reflective enough to see much, so he cast it aside. Sending it flying, it pelted and shattered. He looked at his arms, shocked. As the lid exploded, a series of events flashed in his head. Fighting bats, brandishing the lid, holding onto it for all he could. Trailing further back, he remembered the feeling of complete rage, the feeling of life flowing through his veins, being pushed by pure adrenaline as he stood on the roof of the trailer shredding.
THE TRAILER! He remembered. Lurching to his feet, he spun around and catapulted towards the trailer. A slew of dead demobats crunching underfoot as he ran.
He remembered his last stand. The echoing pain of being ripped apart by these creatures. But feeling at peace instead of scared. He cursed loudly, dry husky voice deeper and devoid of life somehow. He smashed his way into the trailer. His strength beyond that of any mortal man. He raced to the bathroom, grabbed the remnants of the broken mirror and help a piece up to finally inspect his reflection. Who was he? His name? Anything?
In a flash. Eddie staggered as another wave of memories hit him. Like seeing one's whole life flash before death, he, in fast forward, witnessed the events that led him here. Tears stung his eyes as he witnessed the change and loss of self. His eyes were piercing yellow, like a wolf now. His incisors had lengthened into sharp points, and there were tatters of skin and scar across his neck and face where he had been torn open. He growled, low at first like a beast. It grew, erupting into a blood-curdling scream, cutting through the emptiness and silence of the upside down. His scream echoed beyond the trailer's walls and across the descimated remnants of the old house. Vecna's tired eyes shot open. A breath released from him. Slowly he took a breath back in to replace it.
It had begun.