This was it... the end.
The two others, one on either side, had gone quietly without a single word or sound, one before the other, not too long ago... and now it was her turn.
A flash of a blade, the sound of sliced flesh, then intense pain.... a pain that faded... slowly. Everything went quiet... even her heartbeat, and she fell forward into the pool of blood, her twitching flesh brushing against the cold and stilled skin of those beside her, mixing her own blood with theirs; three shades of red... swirling together, just like the fading images of her failing eyes.
A shuttering, gargling gasp startled her.... was it hers? That last breath
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Shouldn' oughta done that...
Paint... ball...?
Ion stared at the 'gun' and packet he now held in his hands. Was he really supposed to shoot others with this thing? Sure; he know how to shoot, Shi had taught him with her who-knows-how-old passed-down-from-her-father shotgun... which just so happened to kick almost as hard as he did (how Shi managed to shoot it without dislocating her shoulder every time was way beyond him). The point was, weren't you not supposed to shoot those you're on the same side with? Granted, this was practice, but still? With a shrug, he loaded his weapon and continued debating with himself.
A slight sound behind him cut his thought short and he
"No way in hell!"
Ion scowled at the smaller cursing boy. Just his luck; every member of the First Aid class had a partner... except himself.... and Grey. So guess who he had to be partnered with? Yep... Grey. And to make it worse... this was CPR training. More CPR training. Though, last lesson, all he had to do was research... this time he actually had to perform it. But, as put off as he was about it, Grey... well... he was flying off the handle.
He had been listening to his partner's flat-out refusal and following swearing combined with insults for about thirty minutes now, and his patience was wearing thin... very thin. Apparently logic
Pain. That's all they've ever caused him. The humans. Ever since he could remember, he had been poked and prodded, cut and bled, suffering pure agony at their hands...as did many others now that the humans had discovered their kind. No more for him now that he was free.
The humans had sorely misjudged his strength...a great mistake on their part. Though he hated those "white-shirts" (scientists he heard them call themselves), he felt no joy at the sight of their crimson blood that had clung to his claws and matted his fur.
Killing his tormentors should have brought a sense of satisfaction...but it didn't. The screams of the dying still reve
Location - Blue Planet Year -...It doesn't really matter anymore.
All that matters is that there are still some of us alive...still some of us free.
After Golbez left...we thought it was over. So much for that...
About a year after the Red Moon left orbit, He appeared. No one knew just how he came to the Blue Planet...not that it mattered.
The fact of the matter was...He was here....Zeromus, the bane of worlds, and now...ours.
We fought...but against those creatures, the Lost Ones, there was no hope of winning. They were too powerful for us humans, and the Fey; well, t