Shot
It feels… strange. The piercing scream rising out of an alien’s mouth and the dry soreness it left behind in her throat are unfamiliar to me. Even though they both came from me. Should I feel hopeless, pain, terror? I feel so comfortably numb; nothing has any meaning to me. Why is it so cold and empty here?
Something warm and moist tickled down my forehead, it feels kind of refreshing. Blood? Or it is sweat? I automatically reached for the source. A crimson fluid spattered my palm. Blood. Shouldn’t been too surprising, I’ve seen it too many times for my own good.
I’m beginning to feel dizzy, like a major kick off the meds. Am I hallucinating now, turning into some lunatic? It’s funny that I’m just so terribly exhausted. It begs me to close my eyes and I wish to obey the offer. But something keeps telling my body to stay alive, to survive. Go away, let me rest for a few minutes. Yet, it continues to poke me, to do something – anything.
Heh, I’m so broken in so many places, no pun intended. My heart beats wildly; it threatens to rip out of my chest. I could sense my body is trying to heal itself with little effort.
More pools of red liquid all around me. It was willing to soak through my clothes and cling tightly to bare skin. Is all that blood mine? No missing limbs or scattered body parts, I am more or less unharmed. But it wouldn’t last for long.
Now I could see him. Seem as I drank the very stale air, his breath perfumed the while. All hope crumbles in his wake. I could tell he was enjoying this, feeding upon my pain and not wasting time torturing his play thing. He showed me everything and tossed me like a discarded toy.
He glared at me when our eyes made contact. I doubt he could smile through his ruined and jagged jaw line. His feet dragged trails of gore as he walked towards me. The scent of charred, but bittersweet rotten fruit grew stronger with each passing step. The reeking smell of death soon filled my nostrils.
He paused, his menacing shadow hovering over me. I was so sure he wanted to suffer until I break or die before his hands. He wanted me to cry out when I couldn’t take it anymore and beg for him to end my life. That would be enough to satisfy him and rid me from his mind. Even more than the sweet taste of my blood smeared across his lips. He told me in my beauty lies death for him. It would be easier just to end me because everything I was feeling, he could too.
In all one flourish movement, he grabbed my throat and held me high in my disgrace. I sucked for air as he slammed my body against the wall. How he held me up with only a single hand and his attempts to make me fall… I was more than done for. As he began to squeeze, I winced and my hands immediately flew to protect my throat.
His torn disfigured face came closer to mine. I could almost swear he was a bit close for comfort and he was about to rape my mouth with his. “You are weak, Exile. Why are you weak?†I struggled to keep conscious and pull away from his grip. He would not give.
His lips moved to the side of my face. His raspy voice made my skin tingle as he nearly whispered in my ear, “Because you lack hatred.†He paused for a moment to let the words sink in. “Foolish little Jedi, if you wish to kill me, hate me, detest me, and survive in an unsightly way, allow the dark side to consume you.†He released me and I fell on my knees with a thud.
He brandished a Sith lightsaber with mere flourish, emitting a rouge glow before me. It’s over now. I’m disarmed and out of luck. I’m still weak from the loss of blood, I could barely stand on my own two feet. “And this is where you die, Jedi.†He threw himself at me. Through instinct, I shield my arms to brace for the blow of impact.
Then I heard an audible groan and a sickening crunch. Next the sizzle of burning flesh and the stench of overcooked meat.
Holy fuck!
That was graphic, brutal, and insane!
I like it.