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Ressurrection
The smell of ashes and the increasing heat were the first signals his body became aware of.
Then came a crashing wave of merciless pain in his back, he grunted, startled by it.
Once more, life clung to him like a disease.
He reached his back and curled his hand around the knife, sending acute pain like electricity running through him before pulling the knife from where it was buried.
He panted, he could feel the blood oozing and boiling from the heat around him and when he looked up, he saw that he was still in the small church…
…The small church that right now was burning.
His eyes watered from the smoke filling the air, he coughed, his lungs were being painfully aggressed by the smoke.
He had to get out. He could have a slow torturing death where he slowly burned and ached as did the place. Or, get up and get out…
And like always, the instinct to survive was bigger than the pain or the want of a peaceful death.
So he got up, hissing when the ground burnt the palm of his hand, almost swaying as he scanned around for an exit. A sour taste came to his mouth and he choked on it, coughing hard.
Then he found the exit…. And couldn't help but chuckle that what before was a door, became a bunch of ashes since the wood burned; outside stood the night and nothing more.
He walked to it and left.
Thoughts of a certain rat, started filling his mind…
~II~
"Everybody needs a hobby."
"… What's yours?"
"Ressurrection."
~II~
Fin
So, in my mind, before 007 left that church he burned it down with Silva's body in it. But as we see in here, he's alive. Reviews and Favs are greatly appreciated.