Ridley's Revenge
by J. Rolande
(A/N: Inspired by and based on the piece "Ridley's Revenge", a work of beautiful fanart that can be found here: www.samus.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?t=640&start=135. Copy and paste into your address bar for reference; the post containing the artwork is near the bottom of that page. Thank you to samus.co.uk member Cantonbags04 for allowing me to draw in words what she drew in pencil.)
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He smiled, revealing his cruel, serrated teeth, and she instinctively knew it was over. His talons dripped gore, which sizzled as it hit the hot stones beneath their feet. His eyes bored into hers, his gaze filled with malicious glee as he watched her clutch at her irreparably injured abdomen. He swept his massive tail at her; already weakened from the loss of blood, she succumbed to the attack and fell on her back.
The Dragon pinned her to the rocks, one strong, clawed foot pressing against her chest. With another appendage he grasped the top of her helmet, grinning sadistically the entire time. He pulled, and the scream of metal torn from metal reverberated in her ears, louder even than the throbbing of her pulse that caused her ears to roar. The heat assaulted her now-exposed skin, and the noxious fumes of Lower Norfair tore at her trachea and burned her lungs.
The Dragon, Ridley, towered over her broken, prone form. "And now I have you, Hunter," he sneered in a garbled voice. "Finally we can put an end to our feud. Now beg, Hunter. Beg for your life before I take it."
The taste of blood, metallic and hot, filled her mouth, and she had to squint up at him, so hot was the air. She gasped for breath against the suffocating pressure of the foot on her chest; she gasped against the pain erupting from her abdomen, where her intestines spilled from the gaping hole left by Ridley's talons. "No," she whispered through clenched teeth. "I... won't... beg."
Ridley shrieked with rage and stomped on the helmet at his feet. There was a slight whimper from the metal, then a crack in the visor, and then the whole helmet collapsed under the formidable pressure. Then, as suddenly as he'd burst into it, his tantrum was over. "Such then is life and such then is death," he growled, increasing the pressure on her chest and grinning more widely when it caused her to gasp and cough, splattering out droplets of blood, like a strand of deep red pearls that had come unstrung.
The pain was excruciating and exacerbated by the toxic heat, but she could not satisfy Ridley's demands. One last act of defiance was all she had left in her: she had to stay alive as long as she could, even as her body screamed for death, the release from this agony. She stared into Ridley's eyes, her own gaze watering from the hideous sensations coursing through her body and engulfing her mind.
"So you'll not yield, Hunter?" he asked.
She mouthed 'no'. More blood trickled down her jaw. Ridley pressed harder on her chest, and she felt the snap of bone as several ribs cracked under his awesome weight. She gasped again, survival instinct forcing her to struggle futilely for air.
She now wheezed pitifully, oxygen gurgling in the blood in her throat. Her limbs trembled, and the jaws of the Dragon swam in and out of her fading consciousness. She teetered on the edge of darkness, consumed by heat and pain and humiliation. She felt the pressure increase yet again, then felt another crack. The thudding of her pulse, which had filled her ears, pounding the rhythms of death, ceased.
All was quiet.
Satisfied, Ridley smiled.
by J. Rolande
(A/N: Inspired by and based on the piece "Ridley's Revenge", a work of beautiful fanart that can be found here: www.samus.co.uk/forum/viewtopic.php?t=640&start=135. Copy and paste into your address bar for reference; the post containing the artwork is near the bottom of that page. Thank you to samus.co.uk member Cantonbags04 for allowing me to draw in words what she drew in pencil.)
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He smiled, revealing his cruel, serrated teeth, and she instinctively knew it was over. His talons dripped gore, which sizzled as it hit the hot stones beneath their feet. His eyes bored into hers, his gaze filled with malicious glee as he watched her clutch at her irreparably injured abdomen. He swept his massive tail at her; already weakened from the loss of blood, she succumbed to the attack and fell on her back.
The Dragon pinned her to the rocks, one strong, clawed foot pressing against her chest. With another appendage he grasped the top of her helmet, grinning sadistically the entire time. He pulled, and the scream of metal torn from metal reverberated in her ears, louder even than the throbbing of her pulse that caused her ears to roar. The heat assaulted her now-exposed skin, and the noxious fumes of Lower Norfair tore at her trachea and burned her lungs.
The Dragon, Ridley, towered over her broken, prone form. "And now I have you, Hunter," he sneered in a garbled voice. "Finally we can put an end to our feud. Now beg, Hunter. Beg for your life before I take it."
The taste of blood, metallic and hot, filled her mouth, and she had to squint up at him, so hot was the air. She gasped for breath against the suffocating pressure of the foot on her chest; she gasped against the pain erupting from her abdomen, where her intestines spilled from the gaping hole left by Ridley's talons. "No," she whispered through clenched teeth. "I... won't... beg."
Ridley shrieked with rage and stomped on the helmet at his feet. There was a slight whimper from the metal, then a crack in the visor, and then the whole helmet collapsed under the formidable pressure. Then, as suddenly as he'd burst into it, his tantrum was over. "Such then is life and such then is death," he growled, increasing the pressure on her chest and grinning more widely when it caused her to gasp and cough, splattering out droplets of blood, like a strand of deep red pearls that had come unstrung.
The pain was excruciating and exacerbated by the toxic heat, but she could not satisfy Ridley's demands. One last act of defiance was all she had left in her: she had to stay alive as long as she could, even as her body screamed for death, the release from this agony. She stared into Ridley's eyes, her own gaze watering from the hideous sensations coursing through her body and engulfing her mind.
"So you'll not yield, Hunter?" he asked.
She mouthed 'no'. More blood trickled down her jaw. Ridley pressed harder on her chest, and she felt the snap of bone as several ribs cracked under his awesome weight. She gasped again, survival instinct forcing her to struggle futilely for air.
She now wheezed pitifully, oxygen gurgling in the blood in her throat. Her limbs trembled, and the jaws of the Dragon swam in and out of her fading consciousness. She teetered on the edge of darkness, consumed by heat and pain and humiliation. She felt the pressure increase yet again, then felt another crack. The thudding of her pulse, which had filled her ears, pounding the rhythms of death, ceased.
All was quiet.
Satisfied, Ridley smiled.