06-11-2015, 06:01 PM
Samus’s death was how she always imagined it would be. Quick, painful. In the end she didn’t even have the power to struggle in her last moments. Willpower can’t do much for a sword through the heart.
It was almost perverse to wake up after that. Omni had no right. But here she was, lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to a heart monitor. After all she’d seen, all she’d experienced in this world, it didn’t even register as strange anymore. She simply stared at the ceiling and continued being angry.
“Weird, isn’t it?”
Samus turned and the beep, beep of her heart monitor shot up instantly. Cindy held her hands up with what looked like a genuinely sheepish smile.
“I’m not here to hurt you, Sammy. If I wanted to do that I already would have done so. Besides, I’m not so stupid as you. Starting a fight in the middle of a military-outfitted complex? God damn. If I’d have known you’d taken it so personally, I would have just let you have the egg.”
Samus’s heart rate maintained its steady rhythm.
Cindy took one of her crossed legs from atop the other, stretching them out and making to stand from her metal chair. “Just wanted to say that it wasn’t personal. Never was.”
Samus growled. “That’s the problem.”
Cindy turned.
“People like you think you can do whatever you want and get away with it. You think it doesn’t matter but it does.”
Cindy tried to stop the corner of her mouth curling up, but she did raise an obvious eyebrow. “You really think that?”
Samus’s next words were so loud as to almost be a shout. “I do.”
Cindy laughed. “I thought after that game you’d get it. I died. So did you. So what’s a little bash on the head? Are you seriously still mad about that after you just got killed? How mad are you at the guy who killed you?”
“Pretty mad,” Samus admitted, still growling, “But not for that reason. I’m just mad that he came out on top. You, I’m mad at because you betrayed me.”
Cindy let out a long, drawn-out sigh, as though she were explaining something complex to a toddler. “Because that’s the game,” she said. “Haven’t you realised that yet?” She stared blankly at her fellow hunter before throwing her arms down. “No. Of course not. I guess you’re just that stubborn.” Her voice held genuine irritation. “You just participated in a game where you killed people just to survive. Get real.”
“Our lives are not a game,” said Samus. “Just because we can’t die doesn’t make this not real. You misunderstood that when you came here. When you hit me, you hit me. And I still haven’t forgiven you for that betrayal. I won’t.”
Cindy looked pissed. “Just let it go. I don’t have the egg anymore.”
“I don’t want the egg. I want you, and everyone else like you, behind bars like you deserve.” Or in the Underverse.
Cindy turned and stormed out.
Samus rose up. There was one more person she hadn’t forgiven. Someone who had done far worse than Cindy. The offences just kept racking up. She had her job cut out for her.
But it was her job.
The armour materialised around Samus.
It was almost perverse to wake up after that. Omni had no right. But here she was, lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to a heart monitor. After all she’d seen, all she’d experienced in this world, it didn’t even register as strange anymore. She simply stared at the ceiling and continued being angry.
“Weird, isn’t it?”
Samus turned and the beep, beep of her heart monitor shot up instantly. Cindy held her hands up with what looked like a genuinely sheepish smile.
“I’m not here to hurt you, Sammy. If I wanted to do that I already would have done so. Besides, I’m not so stupid as you. Starting a fight in the middle of a military-outfitted complex? God damn. If I’d have known you’d taken it so personally, I would have just let you have the egg.”
Samus’s heart rate maintained its steady rhythm.
Cindy took one of her crossed legs from atop the other, stretching them out and making to stand from her metal chair. “Just wanted to say that it wasn’t personal. Never was.”
Samus growled. “That’s the problem.”
Cindy turned.
“People like you think you can do whatever you want and get away with it. You think it doesn’t matter but it does.”
Cindy tried to stop the corner of her mouth curling up, but she did raise an obvious eyebrow. “You really think that?”
Samus’s next words were so loud as to almost be a shout. “I do.”
Cindy laughed. “I thought after that game you’d get it. I died. So did you. So what’s a little bash on the head? Are you seriously still mad about that after you just got killed? How mad are you at the guy who killed you?”
“Pretty mad,” Samus admitted, still growling, “But not for that reason. I’m just mad that he came out on top. You, I’m mad at because you betrayed me.”
Cindy let out a long, drawn-out sigh, as though she were explaining something complex to a toddler. “Because that’s the game,” she said. “Haven’t you realised that yet?” She stared blankly at her fellow hunter before throwing her arms down. “No. Of course not. I guess you’re just that stubborn.” Her voice held genuine irritation. “You just participated in a game where you killed people just to survive. Get real.”
“Our lives are not a game,” said Samus. “Just because we can’t die doesn’t make this not real. You misunderstood that when you came here. When you hit me, you hit me. And I still haven’t forgiven you for that betrayal. I won’t.”
Cindy looked pissed. “Just let it go. I don’t have the egg anymore.”
“I don’t want the egg. I want you, and everyone else like you, behind bars like you deserve.” Or in the Underverse.
Cindy turned and stormed out.
Samus rose up. There was one more person she hadn’t forgiven. Someone who had done far worse than Cindy. The offences just kept racking up. She had her job cut out for her.
But it was her job.
The armour materialised around Samus.
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