08-12-2016, 03:46 AM
It’s funny. No really, go ahead and start laughing, I’ll be here all night. Hearing their screams. The clock on the wall inside had frozen, its hands, so helpless, only able to hold themselves up until their very last movement. Time, its an amazing thing, always so strange how it delivers us straight to our fate.
And here she was.
Abner following behind her, the mighty lion bounding before her, rear legs erupted from the ground, launching him forth as his claw swiftly fell over the cranium of a too-close monster. It was a quick death, for something already dead, but time only ever really worked as a perception in the first place, so what good did speed do? It was due, she supposed, it was as simple as that.
Abner, his face wafted in and out of her sight, merging with the throes of war while ichor and gore drenched her, spraying like a sprinkler from all of the crossfire. The crimson man stood alongside the executive game master, making an upstanding escort, slicing and dicing until he got to the shining gates of their heavenly haven. Soon it would be over. The hands of time would stop for them too, but when? How? Would Omni do it himself, or would it take someone just like her to end it all? Inches, her bloodied fingers were inches from the door. Grasping the handle, a cold steel, but not quick enough. She looked up, a glimpse at a ghost from the past, and reality of her future: Urg.
It lunged, Christa barely had the foresight to take a step back, Abner sent a few shots of hot laser from his blaster. The corpse slapped against asphalt. Abner held the door as they all piled in, even waiting nobly for his comrade Colonel, to finally close the door behind him. A slam, followed by the echoing wails of un-humans dreading every minute they don't die.
Abner’s hand fell over the side of her cheek, it was wet, coated with tears and speckled with dots of black and brown. The rest of the living scattered down the hall. But these two paused, half a foot of steel separated them from instances that would deliver them to a fate worse than death. Still, still was the distance of the waves between their heartbeats.
There was a spark as his forehead touched hers and he wrapped his arms over her shoulders, never intending to let go again. Christa felt the rush of her survival instincts fall away. His lips, her kiss. Deep, and nothing between them but layers of of clothing. He could taste the last cigarette she smoked as she traced the back of his head with her fingers, thick with the sprouting of his dark hair between them. Finally, their lips parted, if only for them to catch their breath.
Fire ignited in her, and she realized she was mad. She could’ve slapped him, had he not kissed her, she would have. “Where the Hell have you been?”
The ex-soldier’s expression didn’t change as he pulled her into a comforting hug, careful to move around the sling of her shoulder, “I’m here now.” Here, so peaceful. Seconds felt like they had been drenched in hours, so, they pulled apart. The blonde took a moment to look up at his face and appreciate its finest details. A moment, she’d never forget. The way his dark eyebrows knitted together as he looked down in concern, the soft edges of his jawline, littered with the spray of coal-covered shadow, she took a breath, “Abner, I-”
One breath. That was enough. She never finished the sentence.
An explosion of steel came from behind, he pulled her underneath him as he fell to the ground. His weight on her was suffocating, harsher than lightning, was the pain delivered to her broken arm. Before she could blink, she knew what would happen next. How he would be torn away from her, limb by limb. But he wouldn’t scream, because he’d save her life, because that was the way he was, and who he is. There was no way out of this reality.
Clink. Her last grenade.
It wedged into the ceiling before erupting on impact. A sniper, and she’d fucking missed. There was a reign of floorboard and it just so happened a corner of a desk fell directly on the Goliath of monsters. The undead’s neck was snapped to a slant and those that followed flowed in through the dismantled door. White powder fell from the sky, coating everything as Christa batted her eyelashes. Her arm pressed against him and there was no movement. Abner wasn’t breathing.
“Please no.” She said before she saw the chair above them. A zombie had managed this far, meanwhile the titan was teetering backwards, offsetting the surmounting tide of the escalating situation. All it would take was one nibble and she’d never have him back. The wheels in her brain churned until she saw the ones on the office chair.
There was a flash before the bang, and Christa had squeezed her eyes shut, leaving herself blind to the chaos and entrusting his fate to her own too-capable hands. The ever-chiming pitch seared her ears while she kicked a disoriented zombie away, thinking its prey and enemy was behind it. Its senses had deceived it, giving the veteran enough time to shove her un-alive man in the wheely chair and start running for her life down the long, encompassing hallway which lead to the stairs. Karl had been the first one up, followed by the stream of heads that she didn’t have the time to count. Red and Colonel were waiting for her at the base of the stairwell, Christa’s jaw was clenched as she delivered him to the robot, “He’s not breathing.”
The Colonel’s supreme strength could not be outdone, they were retreating up and the machine was carrying Abner as though he were a load of laundry. The second floor, or maybe it was the fourth? Things were a blur, time was a blur in their staggering haste. “Colonel, he’ll die if I don’t give him some air,” she stated, luckily, this was the floor Karl had lead them all to.
The robot braced the door and Christa knelt beside Abner's unmoving body. The same chair that had hit his head had saved his life, or so she hoped. She pounded on his chest, delivering forceful blows straight into his heart, then moved to blowing on the same lips she had just kissed so sensually not a moment ago. They were now lifeless and chilled by the air he no longer breathed, but they were his, goddammit. She exhaled through his mouth while pinching his nose and moved onto drumming his chest, her palms over his sternum.
Tears, the kind a robot could never shed, trickled to her chin. “I won’t lose you like this,” she declared as though it were her choice. Valiant leader, failing, sinking deeper, clawing against stone as though there were some way to grapple her way out of this pit. “I can’t lose you again.”
The unbearable pain of the tragedy threatened to destroy her resolve but she kept pushing against the bone—it was all she had. Her wrist, oh yes, she was using it. Ignoring the pain because emotions always dug deeper, enough to override the physical at least briefly.
Five, seven, nine. Soon enough, there wasn’t a reason to count the time. The robot over her shoulder grunted, thinking it was time to call it. Her palm fell on his cheek the last time, the stubble, coarse in her fingertips.
A breath stirred below her, “Christa?”
And here she was.
Abner following behind her, the mighty lion bounding before her, rear legs erupted from the ground, launching him forth as his claw swiftly fell over the cranium of a too-close monster. It was a quick death, for something already dead, but time only ever really worked as a perception in the first place, so what good did speed do? It was due, she supposed, it was as simple as that.
Abner, his face wafted in and out of her sight, merging with the throes of war while ichor and gore drenched her, spraying like a sprinkler from all of the crossfire. The crimson man stood alongside the executive game master, making an upstanding escort, slicing and dicing until he got to the shining gates of their heavenly haven. Soon it would be over. The hands of time would stop for them too, but when? How? Would Omni do it himself, or would it take someone just like her to end it all? Inches, her bloodied fingers were inches from the door. Grasping the handle, a cold steel, but not quick enough. She looked up, a glimpse at a ghost from the past, and reality of her future: Urg.
It lunged, Christa barely had the foresight to take a step back, Abner sent a few shots of hot laser from his blaster. The corpse slapped against asphalt. Abner held the door as they all piled in, even waiting nobly for his comrade Colonel, to finally close the door behind him. A slam, followed by the echoing wails of un-humans dreading every minute they don't die.
Abner’s hand fell over the side of her cheek, it was wet, coated with tears and speckled with dots of black and brown. The rest of the living scattered down the hall. But these two paused, half a foot of steel separated them from instances that would deliver them to a fate worse than death. Still, still was the distance of the waves between their heartbeats.
There was a spark as his forehead touched hers and he wrapped his arms over her shoulders, never intending to let go again. Christa felt the rush of her survival instincts fall away. His lips, her kiss. Deep, and nothing between them but layers of of clothing. He could taste the last cigarette she smoked as she traced the back of his head with her fingers, thick with the sprouting of his dark hair between them. Finally, their lips parted, if only for them to catch their breath.
Fire ignited in her, and she realized she was mad. She could’ve slapped him, had he not kissed her, she would have. “Where the Hell have you been?”
The ex-soldier’s expression didn’t change as he pulled her into a comforting hug, careful to move around the sling of her shoulder, “I’m here now.” Here, so peaceful. Seconds felt like they had been drenched in hours, so, they pulled apart. The blonde took a moment to look up at his face and appreciate its finest details. A moment, she’d never forget. The way his dark eyebrows knitted together as he looked down in concern, the soft edges of his jawline, littered with the spray of coal-covered shadow, she took a breath, “Abner, I-”
One breath. That was enough. She never finished the sentence.
An explosion of steel came from behind, he pulled her underneath him as he fell to the ground. His weight on her was suffocating, harsher than lightning, was the pain delivered to her broken arm. Before she could blink, she knew what would happen next. How he would be torn away from her, limb by limb. But he wouldn’t scream, because he’d save her life, because that was the way he was, and who he is. There was no way out of this reality.
Clink. Her last grenade.
It wedged into the ceiling before erupting on impact. A sniper, and she’d fucking missed. There was a reign of floorboard and it just so happened a corner of a desk fell directly on the Goliath of monsters. The undead’s neck was snapped to a slant and those that followed flowed in through the dismantled door. White powder fell from the sky, coating everything as Christa batted her eyelashes. Her arm pressed against him and there was no movement. Abner wasn’t breathing.
“Please no.” She said before she saw the chair above them. A zombie had managed this far, meanwhile the titan was teetering backwards, offsetting the surmounting tide of the escalating situation. All it would take was one nibble and she’d never have him back. The wheels in her brain churned until she saw the ones on the office chair.
There was a flash before the bang, and Christa had squeezed her eyes shut, leaving herself blind to the chaos and entrusting his fate to her own too-capable hands. The ever-chiming pitch seared her ears while she kicked a disoriented zombie away, thinking its prey and enemy was behind it. Its senses had deceived it, giving the veteran enough time to shove her un-alive man in the wheely chair and start running for her life down the long, encompassing hallway which lead to the stairs. Karl had been the first one up, followed by the stream of heads that she didn’t have the time to count. Red and Colonel were waiting for her at the base of the stairwell, Christa’s jaw was clenched as she delivered him to the robot, “He’s not breathing.”
The Colonel’s supreme strength could not be outdone, they were retreating up and the machine was carrying Abner as though he were a load of laundry. The second floor, or maybe it was the fourth? Things were a blur, time was a blur in their staggering haste. “Colonel, he’ll die if I don’t give him some air,” she stated, luckily, this was the floor Karl had lead them all to.
The robot braced the door and Christa knelt beside Abner's unmoving body. The same chair that had hit his head had saved his life, or so she hoped. She pounded on his chest, delivering forceful blows straight into his heart, then moved to blowing on the same lips she had just kissed so sensually not a moment ago. They were now lifeless and chilled by the air he no longer breathed, but they were his, goddammit. She exhaled through his mouth while pinching his nose and moved onto drumming his chest, her palms over his sternum.
Tears, the kind a robot could never shed, trickled to her chin. “I won’t lose you like this,” she declared as though it were her choice. Valiant leader, failing, sinking deeper, clawing against stone as though there were some way to grapple her way out of this pit. “I can’t lose you again.”
The unbearable pain of the tragedy threatened to destroy her resolve but she kept pushing against the bone—it was all she had. Her wrist, oh yes, she was using it. Ignoring the pain because emotions always dug deeper, enough to override the physical at least briefly.
Five, seven, nine. Soon enough, there wasn’t a reason to count the time. The robot over her shoulder grunted, thinking it was time to call it. Her palm fell on his cheek the last time, the stubble, coarse in her fingertips.
A breath stirred below her, “Christa?”
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