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The bark of the tree is hard as I press my back into it. I look around with my eyes only, not wanting to risk any movement. My breath is coming out in tiny rasps, I'm trying to keep as quiet as possible, but my treacherous body is demanding more air than I'm able to give it at the moment. The blood is dripping off from me, but most of it isn't mine.
I'm terrified. Death isn't a new concept to me, I've seen and participated in my share of it, but this time I'm completely out of my league.
I can't stop shaking. Tiny tremors, shakes, twitches. I will myself to stop, but it keeps coming. I see the leaves shaking slightly, but I hope that it passes off as the wind.
I hear a battle cry, and a rush of movement. It's abruptly cut off, there's no shout of pain or despair, just two separate thuds.
Panic rises in my chest. I can hear him moving, so quietly, so softly, that I'm not even sure if it is him. But somehow I know; I know that he's coming, and I know that he's coming for me.
To my surprise, my shaking stops, my panic recedes, and I'm left with a feeling of quiet, of acceptance. Nothing matters anymore, nothing except what I do right here, right now. I'm going to die, I know that, but I decide how it's going to e –
The bark of the tree behind me explodes outwards into me, and I watch in dull shock and confusion as my blood splatters across the branch in front of me. I see splintered hole in the branch, which wasn't there before. My mouth fills up with blood as I try to talk, and I cough, trying to clear it up, but more keeps coming.
I'm on my knees, but I have no idea how I got there, looking at the hole in my chest which matches the one on the branch in front of me and the trunk behind me. I realise then what had happened, and turn around, trying to see who had thrown the object of my death.
My body's giving our on me, and my effort to turn around just causes me to collapse on the ground. The blood in my mouth is so thick, and my vision is going blurry, but I want to see. If I'm going to die, I'm going to see who did this, going to look them right in the eye as the go; I'm going to mean something to them. I look through the hole in the tree, and I see him.
He's not even looking at me. He walking away, talking to some other people. I stare at his back, orange and black, with a red swirl. My vision's fading fast, and the only thing I want is for him to turn around, to see his face, but he doesn't. Everything's dark now, just the outlines, the blurs, the basic colours, but still I stare, trying to breathe through remnants of my lungs.
The orange blur, I'm watching it, I'm nearly gone. I give one last cough, the blood dribbling down my cheek, and at least I see him start to turn. But I don't see his face, I'm already gone.
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