Memory o1
"He...he's out of control!" The voice was shaky, but not one he recognized. He felt his nails digging into his clenched fists, and could taste blood on his lips, but whose, he wasn't sure.
There was a loud and bestial roar, a great amount of heat, and then screaming. Some of the voices sounded young.
A young woman's voice. "Wha...What are you doing!? Arrest them!"
Another roar, the heat again, and the sound of men screaming. "Why you...!" It was the woman again.
There was the sound of a weapon being loaded - a gun? He couldn't quite tell. "Uh...uhhh..." The woman was scared. Of what? What was making all of this noise?
And then a voice - his voice? It was his voice! "Aaaahhhhhh.... uuuurrrrrraaaahhh!!" He sounded like he was... in pain? Angry? One or the other, or both. Either way, something was severely wrong.
There was another roar, and then... someone grabbing him?
But he didn't have a chance to find out why, before the memory faded.