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Cutiechook15
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You’re going to die.
“I’ll be fine,” Blake murmured, clenching his hand tightly around the shoe. The scuffling grew louder with each pound of his heart, with each gasping breath.
He backed himself up against the wall, wishing he had something to use in defense, other than his lone arm and an Irish dancing shoe. An AK-47 would be perfect right about now. The familiar feeling of it on his shoulder, the satisfying kick after squeezing the trigger.
The door shook as something heavy slammed into it, creating a large dent in the metal structure. Blake shuddered, the impending doom of his situation washing over him. Why do I always have to act as the hero?
The door slammed open, and a tall, incredibly thin figure stooped down to enter. It was misshapen, it’s arms and legs different lengths, making it limp and wobble. Its whitish grey skin was droopy, sagging down over its emaciated frame. As it waddled up to him, Blake felt the irrational urge to laugh bubble up in his throat. “This is your strongest brethren?”
… Yes.
There was something ominous in the voice, and Blake felt a shudder run through him. He glared at the0 monster.
Its eyes opened, showing glossy red spheres staring at him underneath wrinkles and bags.
For a moment, as he stared into those eyes, he felt peace. A strange, overwhelming peace that washed over him. His hand lowered, the shoe dropping to the ground. There was no reason to fight this thing. It was harmless… It was—
Something sank into Blake’s gut.
DIE!
The voice blasted and echoed in Blake’s ears, like the bomb that had taken his left arm from him so many years ago.
He stared in shock at the monster’s hand that was stuck inside of him. With a guttural moan, the tall figure yanked it out with a spurt of blood. Blake gasped, clamping his hand over the large wound. He felt no pain at first, only a shuddering chill as blood seeped through his fingers. No…
Once you’re dead, I may be gone, but my brethren will infect those girls. The voice giggled.
An image of Aisling running, terrified, with that little girl split through his head. NO! He thought, the pain finally hitting him as he reached down, clasping the shoe in his bloody hand. “You will not hurt them,” he growled, running forward and leaping through the air towards the monster.
The tall, thin creature barely had time to make a noise before the Irish dancing shoe slammed into its skull, a wretched crunch ringing through the air. Blake tumbled to the ground beside the crumpled monster, gasping at the pain in his gut. His vision darkened as he felt at the large wound that almost went completely through him. It was almost as large as his hand. He shuddered, his hand falling weakly from his stomach to the floor, landing in a puddle of blood that came from both him and the monster.
“Don’t die, okay?”
Aisling’s last words to him.
“Sorry,” He whispered, though he knew no one could hear him.
As all went dark for the last time, he couldn’t help but feel content in the fact that his death hadn’t been worthless. At least she was safe…
“I’ll be fine,” Blake murmured, clenching his hand tightly around the shoe. The scuffling grew louder with each pound of his heart, with each gasping breath.
He backed himself up against the wall, wishing he had something to use in defense, other than his lone arm and an Irish dancing shoe. An AK-47 would be perfect right about now. The familiar feeling of it on his shoulder, the satisfying kick after squeezing the trigger.
The door shook as something heavy slammed into it, creating a large dent in the metal structure. Blake shuddered, the impending doom of his situation washing over him. Why do I always have to act as the hero?
The door slammed open, and a tall, incredibly thin figure stooped down to enter. It was misshapen, it’s arms and legs different lengths, making it limp and wobble. Its whitish grey skin was droopy, sagging down over its emaciated frame. As it waddled up to him, Blake felt the irrational urge to laugh bubble up in his throat. “This is your strongest brethren?”
… Yes.
There was something ominous in the voice, and Blake felt a shudder run through him. He glared at the0 monster.
Its eyes opened, showing glossy red spheres staring at him underneath wrinkles and bags.
For a moment, as he stared into those eyes, he felt peace. A strange, overwhelming peace that washed over him. His hand lowered, the shoe dropping to the ground. There was no reason to fight this thing. It was harmless… It was—
Something sank into Blake’s gut.
DIE!
The voice blasted and echoed in Blake’s ears, like the bomb that had taken his left arm from him so many years ago.
He stared in shock at the monster’s hand that was stuck inside of him. With a guttural moan, the tall figure yanked it out with a spurt of blood. Blake gasped, clamping his hand over the large wound. He felt no pain at first, only a shuddering chill as blood seeped through his fingers. No…
Once you’re dead, I may be gone, but my brethren will infect those girls. The voice giggled.
An image of Aisling running, terrified, with that little girl split through his head. NO! He thought, the pain finally hitting him as he reached down, clasping the shoe in his bloody hand. “You will not hurt them,” he growled, running forward and leaping through the air towards the monster.
The tall, thin creature barely had time to make a noise before the Irish dancing shoe slammed into its skull, a wretched crunch ringing through the air. Blake tumbled to the ground beside the crumpled monster, gasping at the pain in his gut. His vision darkened as he felt at the large wound that almost went completely through him. It was almost as large as his hand. He shuddered, his hand falling weakly from his stomach to the floor, landing in a puddle of blood that came from both him and the monster.
“Don’t die, okay?”
Aisling’s last words to him.
“Sorry,” He whispered, though he knew no one could hear him.
As all went dark for the last time, he couldn’t help but feel content in the fact that his death hadn’t been worthless. At least she was safe…
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