How Many Times?
A/N: A thought that's been rattling around my head, as it was a possible route for a story that'll be coming out soon, discarded for a more satisfying end but I just had to get it out of my head. I know it won't make much sense for now but some day, it'll click I hope. For now, I just wanted to get it out.
The scythe spun through the air with inhuman speed, each blow countered by the many blades of her constantly shifting foe.
The massive beast tore through her arms, the shower of sparks falling upon the field that was littered with the bodies of all the fallen. "How many times?" It rumbled, its voice felt more than heard, before everything was consumed in a blinding flash.
The scythe shattered into more and more pieces with each strike, each swirling chunk blocking another blade. Yellow gauntlets took form around her arms, tearing forward through the field of the dead, blast after blast cleaving into the swirling mass.
More blades pour forth from her foe, impaling through her limbs, her chest, and even her head. "HOW MANY TIMES!?"
Another blinding flash…
Pinned to the ground, its horrid gestalt face looming, "How many times?"
Blood dripping from her mouth she smiles.
"43"
Another blinding flash…
Burned to the bone.
She laughs in defiance.
"105"
Flayed alive and left to bleed on that muddy beach, even as it clutches the remains of half an arm.
Her smile never fades.
"209"
The gauntlet pressed underneath her own chin, "1,756.."
"2,403. As long as it takes..."
"An eternity if necessary..."
A/N: May the night see you safe and the dawn greet you kindly dear readers.