from ErikMagnusLehnsher - Wednesday, August 31, 2005
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As I enter the room I make out her silhouette in the shadows. She says nothing but I can sense her disdain for me...her utter contempt. I can smell her hatred. My chest tightens up as a lump the size of golf ball forms in my throat. My breathing is quick and shallow but I tell her what I came here to tell her. I tell her I love her.
The daggers through my shoulders pin me to the wall. I pry them loose and toss ‘em away. The pain drops me to my knees but I reach out to her.
I see the sword flash and before I can process the pain, I watch my severed forearm leave a bloody trail across the black and white tiles. I struggle back to my feet. Her blade enters between my ribs and straight through my heart as she runs me through. She pushes me off her sword with her foot and leaves me a crumpled up heap convulsing in my own blood. Dammit! I really liked this jacket.
I lean forward and lookup.
"Finish it," I whisper.
"Please finish it now, the pain it too much," I implore.
"FINISH IT!!!!" I yell.
She steps out of the shadows and raises her sword. That's when I see what I came here for. In her eyes, I see the distant memory of her love for me. She sheaths the blade and walks away and that's when I smile.
Yeah, I'll do it...or die tryin'. I'll schedule a couple sessions with Doc and he'll piece me back together like he always does. Then I'll become the man I used to be...the man who made her smile...the man who made her laugh...the man she used to love.
Disclaimer: Characters and writing style shamelessly ripped from the Frank Miller's "Sin City".