Tell us about the ride
The lights overhead flash by like flaming angels falling from the skies, one by one blinding me with their burning brightness, until there are no more. Until all the angels have died and I'm left in the darkness. Good thing I'm no angel. That's probably the only thing keeping me alive. Or maybe I'm dead, hallucinating. Perhaps I'm high, perhaps I was never shot. My thoughts race faster than the slab moving across the squeaky floor of what looks like a hospital.
My hair is glued to my face with my own blood. I can feel the hole on my forehead without touching it. It's hard not to notice something like that. There's pain, almost intolerable, but not enough to be appropriate for the situation. I should be stone cold dead, slumped in the elevator with a bullet lodged in my brain. There should be no pain if I were dead, or if I was dying, on this slab, there should be much greater pain.
The angels reappear, this time moving slower. No longer falling, but gliding along, flying nearby like messengers of light, watching over my ride from hallway to hallway. Room to room.
The ride from life to death. From death to life.
I'm alive by whatever fucking miracle God finally bestowed upon me. Bullet lodged in my skull. A mere hint deeper and I'd be dead.
They always did tell me I was hard-headed enough for this damn job.
Character: Mona Sax
Fandom: Max Payne
Words: 239
My hair is glued to my face with my own blood. I can feel the hole on my forehead without touching it. It's hard not to notice something like that. There's pain, almost intolerable, but not enough to be appropriate for the situation. I should be stone cold dead, slumped in the elevator with a bullet lodged in my brain. There should be no pain if I were dead, or if I was dying, on this slab, there should be much greater pain.
The angels reappear, this time moving slower. No longer falling, but gliding along, flying nearby like messengers of light, watching over my ride from hallway to hallway. Room to room.
The ride from life to death. From death to life.
I'm alive by whatever fucking miracle God finally bestowed upon me. Bullet lodged in my skull. A mere hint deeper and I'd be dead.
They always did tell me I was hard-headed enough for this damn job.
Character: Mona Sax
Fandom: Max Payne
Words: 239