Wednesday, 5 September 2012

A failed goodbye

Half an hour after the events in the last post,
I was trying to visit Duckling.
My Duckling.
You could guess how it went...

West argued against it but I screamed at him.
I needed to see him one time before I left.
I needed to tell him it was going to be okay.
Even if it was not.

I walked into the hallway,
and Trent was there...
He stabbed me with a spear.

That bastard Fracture.
He stood over me.
Gloating.
"It's over, Ember."

It will be over when I am dead.
I would not accept it.
It was then that West pushed Fracture to the side...
They fought.

It all went so fast.
Tugging the spear out.
Opening Duckling's door.
Seeing a bomb on the bed.

Twisting to run.

It was like...
A deep thud against your chest,
then your ears hurt and
then it all sounded like bells in my ear.

Never stopping.
Drowning out everything.

I had managed to get out of the doorway in time.

Then West was pulling me out of the building down the fire escape.
I'd managed to get to my feet.
I could feel the occasional clang.
I suppose they were bullets.

Then we made it to the car.
We stayed in a motel for a couple of days.

Let me get my hearing back to a degree.
Now we are travelling.
We are travelling a long way.
Everything still hurts.

But I am getting better.

I need to get better.

5 comments:

  1. This, this is why they both need to die. When I finally don't need either of those assholes, I'm going to beat Trent to death using Fracture as a club!

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    1. You said it yourself.
      You would have done the same.
      For a little while.
      I thought you had placed it yourself.

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    2. I might have sold you out but I would never try to blow you up like that. Its far to... impersonal.

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    3. You would have given me
      what you would call.
      "A good death."

      Being blown into tiny pieces.
      I suppose that could be considered
      as good a death as any.

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    4. That's a horrible fucking death.

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