[ WP ] You died . You were reborn . You remembered your previous life . But that 's actually pretty useless - because you were n't reborn human .

I remember Theology class in college. I remember learning about the ancient Greek idea of reincarnation, where a person's soul moves on after death, finding rest in another creature's body. And, you know what? I kind of believed it. At least, I liked the *idea* of it. I could n't ever have expected what *actually* happened. 
 
 I remember walking home in the rain, right after she kicked my sorry ass out. I remember the anger, the sense of betrayal, the sadness. I was devastated. I did n't take my own life, though - life goes on. I'm sure it was some highschool kid, still learning to drive in the rain, started to hydroplane and lost control - it does n't matter, though, what matters is that the car struck me, and I died. 
 
 I figured I'd make a pretty good raccoon, maybe a squirrel or a gopher. Instead, I wound up in a damp basement with some guy - Satan, I guess, sitting there, waiting for me. He turned me into this *thing*, this Shade, an assassin of sorts. It's not as exciting as it sounds, though. 
 
 Nowadays, I follow people around, the worst of the worst sinners, people like terrorists, rapists, murderers, I even had a prostitute once. I do n't touch them, in fact I *can't*. I've got ta be smart about my kills, use the environment to my advantage. I drop chandeliers on them, mess with the wheels of their car, stuff like that. Make it look like an accident. 
 
 I do n't know why I do it other than the fact that it's the only thing I can do, and generally when Satan tells you you have to do something, you do n't tell him `` no.''
