DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to dead space. that right belongs to visceral games.
Issac looks wildly around the small cabin, his plasma cutter still smoking from the 5 wild shots he fired at Nicole. No, Issac thought Not Nicole.
A monster with her face. He backed against the far wall and sank to the floor. Only then he noticed the body of the necromorph laying near the co pilots chair.
Well only the body. He was lucky he hit it at all. All he can remember was that moment of panic and just fired. It's limbs and head were littered in the cabin. The smell of decay and blood was almost suffocating in the small space.
Issac lets loose a sob that shakes his whole body. Ishimura was a literal hell, the crew dead and brought back as murderous monsters. Issac fought through hell for her. Now she was forever dead and he just didn't want to feel anymore. Issac laid his head down on the cold deck, letting his pent up fear and grief pour out of him. He felt years older then he truly was. He sat up and felt the plasma cutter still in his hand. Still sobbing he pushed it against his head and his finger slowly depressed the trigger. Then he stopped. He didn't want to die, he fought to live for Nicole on the Ishimura. What does he have to live for now? His thoughts went to nicole Her warm presance and her purity somehow warmed him even in just memory. Would she want him to live on? Issac didn't know. She took her own life when there was no hope. She gave up, why shouldn't he?
Issac sighs wearly. The one person he loved the most died. How can living ever lessen that pain? Grunting he lifts himself off the floor and turns on the internal cabin lights.
Not 2 feet from where he had collapsed was the head of the necromorph. Issac stared for a moment then buckled into the captain's chair. Pulling his helmet back on, he pressed a button on the console and blew the airlock, sending the corpse of what had been the necromorph plummeting into space. As he reached to press the button a second time to close it, he felt an urge to just unbuckle himself and be taken by the vaccum. But again he stops himself. Why does he have such an ugre to survive? He doesn't know the answer to this question. Maybe someday he will. Setting a course he lays back into the chair and succumbs the the exhaustion that blanketed every limb.
But even his dreams bring him no relief. He's back on the Ishumira and he's dying over and over. All he can do is scream for the end.
Authors Note: My first fanfic is done. please R&R. Be honest but nice about it :D
