Goodbye
By: LinkGirl
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Raynor stepped over the scorched remains of a zergling. The inside of zerg buildings was more disgusting than Raynor had ever imagined. The air was foul and reeked of the alien scum. The ceiling leaked an endless amount of dull purple slime. And everywhere was beating, as if he had been eaten whole by a gigantic creature and was trekking his way through its digestive system.
"I was wondering when you'd get here," came Kerrigan's taunting voice.
Raynor raised his gun, scanning the area, "Come out, Kerrigan. It's over."
She let out a chilling laugh that made the Raynor's skin crawl and his sweat turn to ice. She emerged from behind a pillar and leaned against it, drawing her hand across its pulsing skin.
"You of all people should know. It's never over," she let the words slide over her tongue, savoring them before letting them drip from her black lips.
"You've lost. Your broods are dead or dying. All that's left is you."
Kerrigan smiled, her eyes practically glowing with malice.
"And you've come to kill me, Raynor? Don't fool yourself. You could never kill me."
Raynor gripped the gun and tried to steady his hands. "You're wrong, Kerrigan," he said, his finger twitching millimeters above the trigger.
Kerrigan's smile widened.
"Too many lives have been taken because of you," Raynor said, "I vowed I would be the one to kill you."
"Then why," she spoke the words slowly, "are you still," her gaze rose to the ceiling, "talking?"
Raynor had enough time to look up to see a zergling drop from a hole in the ceiling. The zergling hit him hard in the chest, but somehow he managed to keep his footing. Shoving the beast off him, Raynor turned the butt of his gun down and smashed the creature's head in with such force the blow must have broken its skull. It made a gurgling sound than fell silent.
Raynor raised his gun back to Kerrigan. Her smile had faded slightly.
"Don't insult me with your petty games, Kerrigan."
"Then don't insult me with this charade. We both know you won't be shooting me."
Kerrigan felt the pain before she heard the gunshots. A trail of holes zigzagged up from her lower abdomen to her chest. She stood there for a second then fell backward. Her clawed, skinless wings withered beneath her.
Raynor moved closer and looked down, his gun still pointed at her torso.
Kerrigan gasped and choked, "It's . . . about damn time."
"That's all you have to say?" Raynor asked, his voice shaking slightly.
She let out a raw chuckle. Then her face relaxed and she smiled at Raynor—not a smile full of cruelty and pride and schemes—but a smile at peace. Kerrigan lifted one hand up as if to grab Raynor's blurring figure. "You still love me . . . don't you?"
Kerrigan let out a long strained sigh that faded and softened and finally fell to silence. Her hand dropped and her head slid to one side. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. Red blood, just like a terran.
Raynor stared at her for a long time. He lowered his gun before replying. "Yes, Sarah, I do." Raynor didn't bother wiping the tears away.