Space Cases

Reaver/Goddard

Lengthy Drabble

R

Horrible visions of blood and bodies would keep him awake hours after he closed his eyes. The worst part was that the nightmares were not created by a war damaged psyche. They were memories. Bathed in sweat, Seth tossed to his right. Remembering...

Crimson was pooling around his knees as he dropped to them in shock. The maniacal laughter calmly spilled from the man before him. Reaver's hand, wet and rough from combat, tilted Goddard's chin. Moist lips pressed furtively. The enemy pried open his mouth with a tongue, memorizing each crevice.

Seth was going to pass out. Desperation lifted the blaster, un-aimed, and pulled the trigger. Reaver screamed in agony, and clutched his face. A bitter-sweet grin passed over Seth's torn features.