Tick... tock... tick... tock...
A clock rings out into the darkness, counting the hours that pass.
"Everything smells like death…"
Drip … Drip... Drip...
Blood drips off numb fingers as cold eyes stare, unseeingly at the open door from their place on the table.
"I can't breathe…"
A single fleeting thought echoes through a dying mind.
Blood trickles out of a deep cut across the neck and out from around the sword driven through the chest and table, only to flow into the sea of blood painting the floor.
Lips move slowly to from a plea for life, but no words are spoken, a plea upon deaf ears.
A scream could erupt from those lips and it would never be heard, not in these halls.
It will be days before anyone finds the body. Fear sets in, fear of the inevitable .. death. A tear escapes those sightless eyes.
"I can't breathe …" blood trickles out of the corner of their mouth.
"Please…"
"save.. me.."
"I don't … I don't want … to… die"
The clod Muzzle of a .45 brushes against their skin, stopping between their eyes.
"Oh you poor thing." It coos in a ghostly whisper. It starts to speak louder
" But them again…" A smile grew on the shadowy figure's face.
"That's never stopped me before has it?"
"No!" An arm is shakely raised to rest a hand on the wrist holding the gun. Frantic words slur.
"Wait! P-"
A finger tensed around the trigger.
Bang!
The hand flopped back down onto the table with a dull thump.
"Oops.. did you say something?" the voice mocked "Nope… guess not"
~ fin ~