To Live Forever
Lena
Hands shaking. Hurt. Bad.
Messed up, but it wasn't a mission. It's funny, I wouldn't have thought that they were looking for us. They never seemed to care all that much before. But I was out. I'm never out. It was a fluke.
G-god...hurts so bad...
I never go to the library anymore, so I wanted to. I like to read. Not as much as Ay- Abyssinian, but, I wanted to get some books. Sat down, started reading, lost track of time.
Gravelly voice in my ear spoke the same time a point hit my back. "Mm, in the open, weaponless, and not paying attention. I should kill you for your laziness alone."
Shock, and fear, and anger; I didn't move. "...Farfarello?!"
"Aye." A grin I knew was there, couldn't see. "Up wi' ye. Unless you want the innocents to get involved." There were three children reading aloud to each other at the next table. They couldn't have been more than five; I stood obediently, followed his lead.
He took me outside, down the street, to a park, to bushes. Bushes conceal.
Stab wounds are painful. Multiple stabwounds are unbearable. Can't breathe. Fuckin' hurts.
Crck! And my ribs broke to make way for the blade. Crunch! And my stomach didn't feel like it was connected in the right places anymore. I didn't fight back, I couldn't. It wasn't a mission. I wasn't waiting, ready, and he was. He laughed while he did it, soft and low, like we were sharing a private joke. Maybe we were. The blood didn't touch him once, which was odd, until I asked him why.
"I bathe in the blood of innocents," he replied simply, as if I ought to have known. I felt stupid. Of course. Who wants the blood of an assassin staining his clothes? So I bled quietly into the ground, and he watched me. Watched with a sick fascination as I struggled to breathe. Made sure I couldn't crawl away to search for help.
It must have been so entertaining. I envied him his position. I have no trouble admitting I would have sorely liked to see him suffer similar cruelty, though on a man who can't feel pain it would be wasted.
I fell unconscious for a while. He didn't. He woke me back up after a few minutes. I was so groggy I thought he might have decided to help me. "You'll be asleep when He comes," he warned knowingly. "Death does not appreciate disrespect."
But I was hurting so bad and I just wanted to sleep, so I ignored him.
Stupid me.
Death came and went. Does that mean I bleed for eternity? I dunno. Farfarello left with her; not to die, apparently, but following her. Farfarello seemed to see a He, but, I saw her lips. Her smile. Her eyes. She looked sorry for leaving me and went on.
Bleeding for eternity does not sound good. I hope she'll come back.
Hurts...
Hurts so much...
~End