Oh Lanzer....I'm not sure if this is even going to get to everyone. I hope that it does. Maybe they'll find my body and give me a proper burial. Why does it hurt so much to die? I can feel the warmth of my own blood soaking through my clothes. It smells so strong, making me nauseated and dizzy as I stumble forward. I can barely keep myself standing. My whole body is shaking uncontrollably. And I'm so cold!
The snow behind me is crimson tinted with my own version of breadcrumbs, although I doubt Hansel or Gretel had the same intentions. I know I won't be going back; the darkness tugging against my vision is more than a reminder. I can only hope that my trail doesn't get covered. Not yet.
They need to find me. Retrostacja will find me. I hope he is alright! A gunshot cannot kill my dear friend; I was not an amateur when I made him. A sharp pain in my chest is bringing me to my knees. I can feel my lungs begin to fill. With an out of place laugh, I wonder why whoever created us humans hadn't taken the same amount of care.
It's weird. I haven't had this body for long, but I can feel every inch of it as if I have had it forever. The splinters of bone impaling my insides, every pump of blood hiccuping as it tries to race throughout all my veins. I don't know if it's getting to my feet. They've been numb for quite some time. So have my fingertips. Thankfully my legs are still listening....no, they've stopped. Deep in this snowy landscape is where I'll die, it seems. Whoever tried to kill me those many years ago got me this time. I need to give them respect for their persistence. My tears freeze on my skin as sharp icicles.
I wonder how the OverSeer and Sen are. Retrostacja will go back to them. They aren't very adept at technology, but they will keep him until somebody can go through his memory and find out what happened. Find out who pulled the trigger.
This pain is making it hard to think. I'm so tired. Cold all over. Feels like sticking tongue on a metal pole. Clothes are fading. Fingers move, but are silver and shining in the snow's glare. Familiar fuzz......so cold...but...
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Reboot initiated.
 PQ and Retrostacja · Sat Feb 27, 2010 @ 02:22am · 0 Comments |
