Decisions, Decisions...

Decisions and consequences of those choices are normal facts of life, but sometimes the wrong decisions can have permanent and even fatal consequences, especially if you're not exactly normal.

-/Chrishalliwell11\-

I blink and slowly open my eyes, the world swirls in a haze of pain. Of three things I am absolutely certain of: One, I'm lying on my back in a secret cave lair residing in the Underworld. Two, My entire reasons for existing are either in mortal peril and have no idea where I am or have no idea where I am and hate my guts. Three: I'm aware of a burning sensation spreading through my body from my abdomen, unfortunately I'm no stranger to the firey agony that courses through my veins, I'm dying.

I drift in and out of a pain filled consciousness, the fire spreading slowly through my veins heading for my heart. I'm only aware of my constant companion: pain. Time has no meaning and eventually I grow used to the pain, so my only companions become self hate and the silence of the still cave, only broken by my labored breathing.

Hours or minutes later, I'm not sure a jolt of pain seizes my body and I roll and contort in agony, the hole in my abdomen seems to rip even more. 'I have to release the pain, I have to pull..."

I slowly uncurl and grit my teeth as a wave of agony crashes over me. Ignoring the pain and protest of my aching body I roll myself with effort back onto my back, the effort of rolling is exhausting and as I struggle to lift my head, which feels like it weighs a ton, I then realize I have no idea what happened to me in the first place.

I manage to raise my head enough to see the lower right half of my stomach, my vision is still hazy, but I'm able to make out a long pole or something sticking out of me. I lift my left arm slowly and with difficulty reach for the end of if where I see something I might get a grip on with my sweaty fingers.

My fingers connect with the end and I can't help but grunt in pain as I accidentally jostle the whatever it is embedded in me. Sweat drips into my eyes and I hold the end ignoring the pain, bracing myself. I grip the end and yank upwards with all the strength that remains in my body.

A scream rises up from my gut and a bloodcurdling screech of pure agony rips from my mouth as the whatever it is rips free of my body slick with blood and something darker. My strength gives and the object thumps to the ground by my side as my arm gives, my head smacks the rock and blackness threatens to overwhelm me again.

My right hand slowly inches towards the site where the object exited my body, blood gushes out soaking my clothes and skin in dark crimson blood. The pain doubles as the fire races through me at a renewed pace, waves of pain crash over me and my body seizes with agony more frequently and with more vigor than before.

I cough as blood fills my throat and drips down my chin, contorting in pain I roll onto my side, the blood drips down my side and pools next to me. I come to realize the amount of blood spilling from me is slowly considerably and I know my time is running out. Convulsions rack my body and blood splashes all over me and I become lightheaded, once a certain amount of blood has been lost I know my minutes are numbered.

I don't know how long I lie there barely conscious, but a particularly violent convulsion forces my hand into the wound and the world fades to black once again.

-/Chrishalliwell11\-