Post by Julian Bael on May 4, 2011 13:51:15 GMT -6
He pressed his hand on his biceps as the magnum's bullet tore through his skin. The whole it made oozed with moist, dark liquid, painting his hands in crimson. He trembled. Blood.
His eyes saw the hallway transform into blurry spectral objects, merging and swirling at a senseless speed. His whole body started shaking, he fell to his knees as his eyes dilated, his mouth wide open as he heaved air in-and-out, frozen by delirium, further emphasized by disbelief.
"W-why... why didn't it work? Nervedead... nervedead... I can feel everything..." Pain. The stinging sensation which continually stabbed its presence upon the opening of the bullet wound, the crack in his bone creaking upon the slightest movement, blood pouring out ceaselessly, mocking his torture. All of this... he did not remember.
"No...NO. NO!" He lunged himself at the staggering woman, his rage leading him to a goal that only his body knew. With his good arm he grabbed her head and threw it against the wall. He hovered around her fallen body like a predator admiring its fallen prey. Blood dripped upon her face and clothing, which slid down his arm like slowly to his unmoving finger tips. The hole started to clot slowly, but the damage was too intense for his uncontrollable regeneration to soothe. He stared at her, unaware of whether she was conscious or not. His eyes, though looking, saw nothing of reality. His mind, too encumbered by the outpouring of thoughts and memories he never saw, had turned his body numb and unmoving.
Who am I?
When the world was overcome by the Mange Virus, I gathered up all the soldiers that I knew in past campaigns to set up a working US safe zone. I think we were at the Pentagon... or was it West Point? It didn't matter either way, because it wasn't long before she came. Hordes of hooded men with weapons more advanced than any rag-tag raiders would. There was no warning, no justified reason for attacking... but they came in swarms, as though unaware that charging in on us meant their death. But within the chaos we lost our desire to kill them anymore... perhaps because the slaughter disgusted us, but somehow I think her presence simply mesmerized us. When she talked, we hated her. When she told us her intent, we wanted to kill her. But as she chained us in a line and made us march to her compound, I think we all wondered why we didn't just blow her brains out when we all had our guns pointed at her. It was as if...
He blinks, his mind shattering the image as the pain of his arm returned, reminding him that this state was about to end. He looked at the woman, hoping that she was not too shaken by his throw to not understand what he was about to say. "You must listen to me, girl," He said anxiously, looking straight into her eyes as he crawled a little away from her, "I am your enemy if She is your enemy. You can't underestimate Her, even if Her power here isn't as strong as it is elsewhere." He ripped his shirt in half with his working arm, taking part of it and tying it around his wound to stop the little bleeding that hadn't been stopped by the clotting. "If you see Her, you cannot kill her. I can't explain it... agghh." A sharp pain ignited in his head as his surroundings started to blur once again. "I-I have no time... if you don't leave now, I'll capture you and take you to her..." His body lost support from his knees, consciousness and physical strength fading rapidly. "You must... not..." His eyes closed.
His eyes saw the hallway transform into blurry spectral objects, merging and swirling at a senseless speed. His whole body started shaking, he fell to his knees as his eyes dilated, his mouth wide open as he heaved air in-and-out, frozen by delirium, further emphasized by disbelief.
"W-why... why didn't it work? Nervedead... nervedead... I can feel everything..." Pain. The stinging sensation which continually stabbed its presence upon the opening of the bullet wound, the crack in his bone creaking upon the slightest movement, blood pouring out ceaselessly, mocking his torture. All of this... he did not remember.
"No...NO. NO!" He lunged himself at the staggering woman, his rage leading him to a goal that only his body knew. With his good arm he grabbed her head and threw it against the wall. He hovered around her fallen body like a predator admiring its fallen prey. Blood dripped upon her face and clothing, which slid down his arm like slowly to his unmoving finger tips. The hole started to clot slowly, but the damage was too intense for his uncontrollable regeneration to soothe. He stared at her, unaware of whether she was conscious or not. His eyes, though looking, saw nothing of reality. His mind, too encumbered by the outpouring of thoughts and memories he never saw, had turned his body numb and unmoving.
Who am I?
When the world was overcome by the Mange Virus, I gathered up all the soldiers that I knew in past campaigns to set up a working US safe zone. I think we were at the Pentagon... or was it West Point? It didn't matter either way, because it wasn't long before she came. Hordes of hooded men with weapons more advanced than any rag-tag raiders would. There was no warning, no justified reason for attacking... but they came in swarms, as though unaware that charging in on us meant their death. But within the chaos we lost our desire to kill them anymore... perhaps because the slaughter disgusted us, but somehow I think her presence simply mesmerized us. When she talked, we hated her. When she told us her intent, we wanted to kill her. But as she chained us in a line and made us march to her compound, I think we all wondered why we didn't just blow her brains out when we all had our guns pointed at her. It was as if...
He blinks, his mind shattering the image as the pain of his arm returned, reminding him that this state was about to end. He looked at the woman, hoping that she was not too shaken by his throw to not understand what he was about to say. "You must listen to me, girl," He said anxiously, looking straight into her eyes as he crawled a little away from her, "I am your enemy if She is your enemy. You can't underestimate Her, even if Her power here isn't as strong as it is elsewhere." He ripped his shirt in half with his working arm, taking part of it and tying it around his wound to stop the little bleeding that hadn't been stopped by the clotting. "If you see Her, you cannot kill her. I can't explain it... agghh." A sharp pain ignited in his head as his surroundings started to blur once again. "I-I have no time... if you don't leave now, I'll capture you and take you to her..." His body lost support from his knees, consciousness and physical strength fading rapidly. "You must... not..." His eyes closed.