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I'm still alive.. battered...but alive...I'm sitting outside a hospital. At least that's what they call it. I doubt their claims.. At least I'm not bleeding anymore..
But....
I can't take this...
Oh god...
I'm going to be sick again..
Its not right, not fair..
God..
I walked into the house.. and... Techie was dead..
They...
They cut...they cut him up...
The body parts spelled my name.
I don't know how long I stood there...could have been minutes...could have been hours...I don't know. I just don't know! A part of me snapped....died.. I let the tears flow freely, I couldn't hold them back if I wanted to.
The rest of me nearly followed suit..
I heard a grunt behind me, and a humming sound. On instinct I dove forward, dodging a swipe, and turned around. A bear of a man stood in the doorway. The blade of his knife shimmered, emitting that humming sound. I've heard of them. Force blades. They vibrate at such a high frequency that they can easily cut through bone, possibly even some kinds of metal. I had no doubt this man had killed Techie.
I tried to put that out of my mind, I couldn't afford to let myself get distracted...I'm still trying to...just getting all this down is an exercise in willpower..
Fighting back the tears, I pulled my own dagger and charged...I wanted to extract vengeance in the form of this man's blood and I wanted to make it hurt. I had a revolver but I didn't draw it. I wanted to make him bleed and I wanted him to feel the razor-edge of my dagger.. The next few seconds are a blur. When they were over, my dagger was sliced in half and I had a huge gash in my left arm, and another on my forehead. The other half of my dagger was buried in the man's chest. That didn't faze him, because while my mind tried to catch up, the man's fist found my head. I seem to have terrible luck with men three times my size trying to kill me. I can't help it if I'm short!
I then struggled to my feet, and I knew I had to get out of there...Blood was obscuring my vision, and I was not in the mental condition to fight him, and I think that may have been the point. And that makes me want to cry more...
I ran past him, diving under the arc of his knife as he tried to stop me....
As I dove past him, I got a good look at his face.
I recognized him.
I killed that man three years ago.
But....
I can't take this...
Oh god...
I'm going to be sick again..
Its not right, not fair..
God..
I walked into the house.. and... Techie was dead..
They...
They cut...they cut him up...
The body parts spelled my name.
I don't know how long I stood there...could have been minutes...could have been hours...I don't know. I just don't know! A part of me snapped....died.. I let the tears flow freely, I couldn't hold them back if I wanted to.
The rest of me nearly followed suit..
I heard a grunt behind me, and a humming sound. On instinct I dove forward, dodging a swipe, and turned around. A bear of a man stood in the doorway. The blade of his knife shimmered, emitting that humming sound. I've heard of them. Force blades. They vibrate at such a high frequency that they can easily cut through bone, possibly even some kinds of metal. I had no doubt this man had killed Techie.
I tried to put that out of my mind, I couldn't afford to let myself get distracted...I'm still trying to...just getting all this down is an exercise in willpower..
Fighting back the tears, I pulled my own dagger and charged...I wanted to extract vengeance in the form of this man's blood and I wanted to make it hurt. I had a revolver but I didn't draw it. I wanted to make him bleed and I wanted him to feel the razor-edge of my dagger.. The next few seconds are a blur. When they were over, my dagger was sliced in half and I had a huge gash in my left arm, and another on my forehead. The other half of my dagger was buried in the man's chest. That didn't faze him, because while my mind tried to catch up, the man's fist found my head. I seem to have terrible luck with men three times my size trying to kill me. I can't help it if I'm short!
I then struggled to my feet, and I knew I had to get out of there...Blood was obscuring my vision, and I was not in the mental condition to fight him, and I think that may have been the point. And that makes me want to cry more...
I ran past him, diving under the arc of his knife as he tried to stop me....
As I dove past him, I got a good look at his face.
I recognized him.
I killed that man three years ago.