The Northeast Quarter | Mandate Two
Sept 5, 2023 15:27:36 GMT -5
Post by mav hale 🌧️ d5 [nyte] on Sept 5, 2023 15:27:36 GMT -5
blair murdock.
Drowning is a terrible way to go. I've seen it first hand, though I only remember bits and pieces. I'm pretty sure it's fucking agony but I couldn't hear his screams as well through the water. I remember, though, the way he fought beneath my palms. Muscles rigid and movements desperate, stronger than I'd ever thought him capable. The waters not deep enough that my feet can't touch the ground but it's uncomfortably close. Cold and dank and grasping... My foot hits a body, still warm. There's a sob stuck in the hollow of my throat but I move anyway. In a free fall of rushing water and jagged rubble. Something lashes against my thigh or at least I'm pretty sure something has given the blood billowing around my in crimson clouds. My legs too cold to feel the pain, but it's a decent gash given how much I appear to be bleeding. Chum in the water, what could go wrong? Chaos descends. The crowd revels. Something sticky and sour has congealed with the damp strands of my hair, the remnants of some fruity cocktail discarded with glee. Suffering adds to suffering adds to- My gaze catches on a lost looking boy, a wavering shadow in the murky gloom. Maybe it's my better nature or maybe I just don't want to be alone. All altruism is a little bit selfish, I bite down on bitter guilt as I call out to him- "Hey! It's flooding fast over there. This way." I sound so... gentle. Sure the words waver from fear and adrenaline but they are warm in a way I didn't think I was capable of anymore. "If you can get over to me, I can help." "Just be careful just-" I'm already touched by death, I carry it wherever I go. But I'll try to make it better anyway. eabPz7r6ZD1-100 |