The angel project
Prolog
disclaimer: I do not own trigun but I do own my characters personality!
The pain, that was all I could remember. The unbearable pain. The feeling there wasn't enough oxygen in the world to sustain me. I remember how fast my heart was beating. The pain of the glass cutting into my new tender skin. I remember screaming so loud it hurt my whole body after. Then nothing, just the wind and dust dancing around me. My torn clothes barely covering my body. The ground shook underneath me as the other ships crashed. A sticky red liquid pooled around me. It hurt, the burning on my back. The muscles have never worked so hard and were unused to it. Also the burning beyond my back. The pain appeared more there. The steady pounding under the different skins gave only more pain and I wished it would stop. Yes just stop everything. There is no reason for me to live. I'm free now free to die. Die. The word echoed in my head like my erratic pulse pounding away into oblivion. And finally the deep black relief found me and I sank into unconsciousness.