Chapter 37
Vengeance: A Love Story
Dualscar points a sword towards Vriska with a stern, slightly aggressive, aura radiating off him. She narrows her eyes biting her lip some as she begins to lift her blade up towards him in response. He shook his head a bit and sheathed his sword before using his foot to gently swipe her left leg to bring it forward. He then grabs her arms guiding the right one to have more control towards the bottom of the hilt, while moving the left one further up the hilt.
"Posture is horrible. Left foot alwvays in the front so ye can really use yer lead foot to boost yerself forwvard in the direction of yer duelin' partner… Yer hands wvere too close together… Ye really need to havwe more control of the hilt or ye wvon't get fluid motions wvhen battlin'. Back erect. Feet shoulder length apart!" he states.
"Is this technical stuff really necessary… The sword is sharp. Just got to swing it and hope I hit my enemy…" she chuckles.
"Yes! I knowv ye think hashin' and slashin' will get the job done, but a proper stance makes the difference betwveen … cuttin' an arm off and a killin' blowv. Plus, they wvill help ye in guardin'! The stances are evwerythin'! Ochs. Pflug. Alber. Vwom Tag!"
"Babe. Do you have something stuck in your throat?" she asks raising a brow.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Those are the stance names, Swveetie. They wvill help ye in guardin' and strikin'. Nowv… Please take this seriously. I only havwe so much time to train ye before ye get back to yer hivwe and I wvon't be able to see ye as often. Only maybe once a month and wvho knowvs if Mindfang knowvs wvhere ye livwe yet. I just wvant ye to be able to protect yerself incase somethin' bad happens and I can't be there to help ye."
She sighs through her nose. "Fine… but you know I am not a weak little girl, right?"
He pauses for a moment before answering. "I just don't wvant wvhat happened on her ship… to evwer happen again… So, I wvant ye to be prepared for the unexpected…"
She frowns. "Yeah. Whatever."
"Alright… Nowv to strike at me," he says pulling out his sword once more and getting into stance.
Vriska grunts gripping the hilt of her sword tightly before moving forward to swing her sword at him. He easily guarded himself with his blade, using it to push the girl and her sword back. The push made her to stumble a bit before she lost her footing which caused her to land on her rear. Dualscar leans forward and grabbed her small hand to carefully hoist her back up on her feet.
"Ye got to lunge wvith yer body, but keep yourself grounded so ye don't trip up, Vwris. Really use yer wveight… wvell… that eighty pounds yer packin' and really throwv yerself at yer target, but it wvould be ideal if ye wvere a bit less… frail lookin' if ye really wvant to survwivwe that is," the large man states gesturing to her form.
A faint blush crosses Vriska's cheeks before she scowls, "I… I am not that skinny… And MY WEIGHT is none of your concern!"
"If I wvanted to, I could throwv ye like a god damn frisbee. Ye sawv howv easy it wvas to knock ye dowvn. Ye need to keep eatin'… and pack on some muscle. Ye need a healthier BMI," he scoffed.
"MY BMI DIDN'T BOTHER YOU LAST NIGHT!" she yells.
He flushed slightly before returning to a firm composure. "Wvell… Last night I wvasn't pretending to be a crazy scoundrel tryin' to fight ye to the death, nowv wvas I?"
"When you get really into the moment sometimes it seems that way," she scoffs.
One of Dualscar's crew members, who was watching this exchange leaned towards one of his colleagues. "Eh... Mate?…"
The other looks over drinking from his flask. "Wut?"
"What's a BMI?"
"I… think it means the lass got to shit a lot or something…"
"Oh," he says nodding slowly as if he understood. "Wait… What did she mean by it didn't bother him last night?"
The crewmember with the flask furrowed his brow and looked to the other a bit disturbed. "… Ya think Captain is into… That…?"
"I mean… He don't talk about his… personal interests much… A man of secrets…"
"People do that? I thought that was like… uh gross myth…"
"I think people will try anythin'… if they are bold enough… Sometimes ye find somethin'… somethin' weird… ye like…"
"Uhhh…," the flask holder looks over to his Captain and begins to holler for his attention. "EY CAP! CAPTAIN! CAP! HEY! CHIEF!"
"Bro… what are you doin'," the other whispers.
"I gotta know now," he whispers back.
"WVHAT?! I'M BUSY!" Dualscar shouts back.
"YA LIKE SHIT?"
This caused all other crewmembers in the vicinity to look over at the situation a bit perturbed. The colleague grabs the sides of his face in shock and horror that his flask baring partner had just asked their boss such an inappropriate question. This would end up horribly for the flask barer for sure he thought, and he knew that he would be dragged down too just for being next to him. He frowns as his mind raced with the worst punishments he could have imagined.
Vriska gives Dualscar as what can best be described as a 'What the fuck?' expression. "What does that mean?"
He shrugs at Vriska before calling back to the crew member. "THE FUCK YE TALKIN' ABOUT?!"
"SHIT!"
"WVHAT DO YE MEAN BY SHIT?!"
"YA LIKE HER BMI!"
"… HER BODY SIZE?... WVHAT THE HELL DO YE THINK BMI STANDS FOR."
"Uh…. Shit…" the flask holder scoffs.
Vriska smacks herself in the forehead with her palm. "Fucking dumbasses," she mutters under her breath.
"I DON'T LIKE VWRISKA'S SHIT!" Dualscar yells.
"I'm going on break…" she hissed with embarrassment, sheathing her sword and walking off below deck and towards the galley.
"Vvris," Dualscar groans following after her. "Vvris… Ye need to train!" he says descending the stairs into the ship's bowels.
"I am… Gonna stuff my fucking face," she growls.
He grabs her arm stopping her. "Ye can't take that personal… It's true ye knowv! Besides… since wvhen did ye get senstitvwe about bein' thin… Wve'vwe been tellin' ye for awvhile that ye are skin and bones… it is from a place of concern. I lovwe ye, but yer havwe been actin' like a brat wvhen I just try to train ye!"
"It isn't the weight that's been making me mad! It just made me fed up with everything else!" she snarls.
"Evwerything else?"
She pulls her arm away from his grip and sighs. "You don't believe in me… You think I am going get myself killed."
"… I don't…"
"You hesitated to answer just now… Don't lie to me…," she sneers. "With how often you hesitate I wouldn't be surprised if you died first!" she yells.
His fins droop. "Ye shouldn't say that. Ye'd regret sayin' somethin' like that…"
"What? It's no different than you worrying about me dying all the damn time."
"I am not allowved to be concerned about yer wvellbein'?"
"It isn't concern, Dualscar! It is fear! You've let it consume how you treat me! I am not this fragile thing you got to keep from breaking! Your emotions are going to put you and others at risk!" she yells.
"After havwin' to wvatch and listen as a disgutin' maggot of a man did horrible things to the wvoman I lovwe, wvhile I wvas helpless and unable to do anythin' to stop it I havwe the right to fear about it happenin' again!"
Vriska sighs a bit looking down before smiling softly. "What does some random woman you love have to do with me?"
He grunts hugging her tightly. "Oh… shut up."
"It won't happen again. You just got to believe in me," she mutters.
Vriska takes a steady breath in and stares down the wicked woman before her quickly moving into position. Left foot forward, legs shoulder width a part, hands evenly spaced. 'Believe in me, Dualscar' she thought to herself.
"So ye thought ye would just show up here and am8ush me? Ye and whatever pathetic ragtag group ye rounded up won't stand a chance against me and me men. I don't give a fuck if ye got the Grand High8lood with ye! Just another fool that wastes my time," Mindfang snarls. "Ready the canons. All aim towards that ship," she calls out.
"No, I don't think so!" Vriska hissed lunging at her with 'PAY 8ACK 8ITCH'.
Mindfang grabs the blade with her robotic arm beginning to chuckle a bit as she stared down at the girl. "That all ye got!"
Vriska stood her ground as she balanced her weight and smirks at the woman before cocking her head back and slamming it into Mindfang's with a full force headbutt. The buccaneer stumbles back holding her forehead with her non-mechanic hand and letting out a hiss from the sting. The girl lets out a chuckle her glasses breaking cleanly down the center and falling to the ground. She narrows her eyes with a devious smirk as she sized up to Mindfang, a bit of blood began to trickle from the bridge of her nose.
"Ye 8itch!"
"Guess my friends were right when they said I was hardheaded! I don't think you are fully grasping the situation at hand, Mindfang! I am going to brutalize you~" Vriska laughs. "I don't care how. Whether it be I have to set you on fucking fire or tear out your guts and beat you to a pulp with my bare hands. I don't give a shit! Tonight, will be the last night you breathe!"
The woman hoots, "How amusin'… Last, I remem8er ye were a wiggler of a girl cryin' like a 8itch when her m8sprit died… 8y my hand 8y the way."
Vriska snarls a lip. "Keep talking. Just digging yourself a deeper unmarked grave."
Mindfang laughs, "Ye were me ship's little fuck slave so fragile that the wind would knock ye over."
"Keep talking!"
"Remem8er when ye came to me room cryin' cuz ye got gang raped?! I can still remem8er the look on your face when ye learned that it wasn't goin' to stop either," she taunts.
"Just keep laughing."
"Pft, what are ye goin' to do?! Ye may think ye are strong now, 8ut ye are just the same pathetic weak loser!"
"That wasn't actually wasn't a threat. I want you to keep laughing and being cocky," Vriska says with a sly grin.
Mindfang furrowed her brows, "What?..."
"Well you jacking off your ego at my expense is distracting you from the fact that all your cannons are being disabled and also the fact Grand is bashing in the skulls of several of your men… looks like all at once…"
"WHAT?!"
The beldam looks around to see her men at the cannons trying to fight off the Grand Highblood. She starts to hear the sounds of metal scrapping against each other coming from inside her cannons' barrels. Running over to one of the cannons she sees it had strangely become lodged with robotic limbs covered in a thick black goo, which caused her to glance over the railing of the ship. Vriska's robot crew had served more than the purpose of being decoys, but upon destruction the parts were programmed to worm their way into mechanical and metal crevices and release a sticky gelatinous substance to cause blockages.
"The hell have ye done?!"
"Like I said I am allowing some of my friends to join us," she says gesturing to the ship coming up directly on them.
Before Mindfang could get a reaction in, large wooden planks slammed down onto the railings of the ship. The Ampora boy's crew began the flood onto the deck and engaged in battle with the opposing crew. Eridan and Cronus rush to Vriska's side, armed with their Ahab's crosshairs, which were both pointed at Mindfang.
"Hey Vvris," Eridan chuckles. "Wwhat wwe miss?"
"I can handle Mindfang. Go take care of business below deck," the girl responded.
Mindfang sneers, "What are ye talking about?! What 8uisness?!"
"Eh does it matter?" Vriska chuckles lunging back at the woman with her sword.
Eridan and Cronus took off trying to find the entrance to the lower level of the ship in attempts to search for the slave quarters. As they made their way across the deck, they had to be careful to dodge any bullets headed their direction and defend themselves from any attackers. Luckily, their crew and the Grand Highblood kept most of the enemies at bay, but a few stragglers broke off when they saw the two boys trying to get below deck. Cronus got separated from his dancestor in attempts to fend off some of the crew, allowing the other to proceed further. However, two men ran past the dancestor to close in on Eridan holding large swords to attack with. The littler Ampora delivers a swift kick in the chest of one of his opponents to knock them back, before holding up his crosshairs to block a sword from hitting him in the face. The sword clashed against the barrel causing the boy to grit his teeth as he tried to push the man back in order to get an opening to shoot at him.
"Ye are a fucking fool kid. Ye won't succeed," the adversary snarls pushing back with more strength than the boy could handle.
"Fuck you… I wwon't fall to a disgustin' cod piece," he snarls spitting in the man's face.
"Now ye've done it kid!" the man yells pushing Eridan so hard that the boy's feet began to slide across the floor.
Eridan tried his best to keep his footing level and use his strength to fend of the man. Despite his best efforts he got pushed back against the railing, his arms getting pinned to his chest as held his crosshairs tightly still trying to prevent the sword from coming in contact with him. As the sword's point drew closer to his face, he tilted his chin up in order to increase the little distance there was from it hitting him.
"Hey asshole!" Cronus yells.
Brandishing some newly obtained brass knuckles off one of the men he had slain, Cronus delivers a hard punch into the side of the man's face. A crack could be heard as the scoundrel's jaw got dislocated and somewhat crushed when the metal met his flesh. He fell to the ground hissing in pain as he held the side of his partially caved in face. He reached for his sword, but was stopped by Cronus who slammed his boot down as hard as he could onto the man's hand, breaking it. The older Ampora then pulls out a switch blade, which he jammed into the back of the man's skull, killing him.
He turns to the other, "You okay, Eri?"
"Yeah, but wwhy didn't you just shoot him?!" he huffed gathering his composure.
"I didn't vwant to hit you. Gun's savwed off, remember? Large blast range," he chuckles.
Eridan's eyes widen. "DUCK!"
Cronus tenses up for a fraction of a second before crouching down quickly as Eridan pulled up his crosshairs. He delivers a blast from Ahab, completely exploding the top half of a man, who was about to stab Cronus in the back. Blood and tissue splattered over the back of his dancestor, which made him scowl a bit as he stood up.
"This is good leather," he groans looking at his jacket.
"It could havve been wworse… Could be your blood on that jacket," he scoffs.
"Still… tone that thing dovwn!"
"Says the one wwho sawwed theirs off to make it stronger," he responds rolling his eyes.
The two eventually descend down some steps finally making it away from most of the action and began their mission to search the massive ship in order to find the slave quarters. Vriska remained at battle with her ancestor, sounds of metal on metal filled the air as their cobalt blades collided. Neither really succeeded at landing any proper blows, for both were pretty decent at defending themselves despite the distractions going on around them.
"Not half 8ad with that thing," Mindfang chuckles evilly jumping back to gain her ground again.
Vriska does the same panting a bit. "Wow… Was that a compliment?~" she teases.
"No… Just makin' an o8serv8ion," she heckled.
"Well you should know by now I am not half bad," she laughs gesturing with her sword to the woman's robotic arm.
The woman growls, "Oh ye fuckin' 8itch." Mindfang rushes at Vriska, who quickly defended once more with her sword.
"Nice try, righty," she hissed.
"Ye want to make fun of me arm so much… How a8out ye get a taste of it?!" she cackles.
Catching Vriska off guard, she swipes the girl's foot with one of her legs and as the small one began to fall, she delivered a hard-mechanical punch to her abdomen. The girl let out a sick gasp as the air got knocked out of her lungs before she hit the ground. The woman quickly slams her heel down onto Vriska's chest and leans down to laugh in her face.
"Oh, does this not 8ring 8ack memories?" she chuckles. "Ye had me fooled for a moment. Thought ye actually got a 8it stronger, 8ut like I had expected… Ye are still the same weak little girl."
Vriska breathes heavily staring up at the woman trying to reach for her sword that fell from her hands. She could feel fear begin to creep over her, even though she tried her best to shake it off. Her heartbeat was the only thing she began to hear at the moment, for it felt like it was roaring over all the sounds of chaos around her.
"Such a weak and pathetic girl! I am honestly a kinda disappointed that Dualscar died 8efore ye!" she laughs. "The man could at least put up an actual fight, 8ut he was a stupid fool. Always let emotions get the hold of him… Ye know if ye had just died out at sea like ye should of that fuckin' idiot would still 8e alive!"
Vriska snarls, "You know nothing about Dualscar!"
"Excuse me?! I was his kismesis almost longer than ye have 8een alive! Yer the one who thinks you know him," she hissed leaning in. "Ye don't… Let me tell ye a8out yer 'precious m8sprit'… It is the least I can do 8efore I slice yer damn head off. Yer m8sprit was a dirty old man. A cocky 8astard who fucked with any pretty little thing he craved. Ye were a toy to him, 8ut ye were too fuckin' infatu8d with smooth talk to realize that, and honestly I think ye would have learned 8y now when someone was usin' ye as a plaything. Always had a thing for petite young little girls. Ye just fed that gross little fetish of his. He was an idiot. An alcoholic. A pervert."
Vriska sneers before beginning to laugh at her, "Cute story… Just face it. You're jealous he chose me over you. You thought you would always have him, but he dumped you… literally… He dropped your ass overboard!"
Mindfang pushes more of her weight onto the girl. "Ye think I care that he ended our 8lack? I am happy he is dead… It is 8est he is dead. A manipul8ive womanizer like that deserves to rot at the 8ottom of the sea."
"He is closer than you think," Vriska smiles.
The woman furrowed her brow. "What are ye talkin' a8o-"
Before the beldam could finish her question, she felt a large hand grab her shoulder and pull her off her descendent. Mindfang hissed turning to face whatever opponent dare challenge her, giving Vriska the chance to stand up. The woman's eyes grew large as she saw who dared to interrupt her banter.
"Oi, Fang. Didn't anyone evwer tell ye to not speak ill of the dead. Ye nevwer knowv if they'll come back to haunt ye," Dualscar chuckles facing the mortified woman.
"H-how is this possi8le?..." she stammers taking a step back.
Vriska walks passed her to join Dualscar's side. "I thought you might have missed him," she giggles.
"Ye died! I watched it!" Mindfang shouts.
"Yeah… Funny howv things wvork out…" he laughs wrapping an arm around Vriska's waist. "But ye knowv I couldn't just leavwe behind my young petite little matesprit nowv could I… I got that fetish to feed."
"Did ye fake yer death?!... 8ut how could ye survive a 8ullet through the throat?! How are ye here?" she yells.
"Wvell sometimes things don't go as planned," he chuckles.
Vriska leans in kissing him softly. "Glad you could make it. Was getting worried you were going to miss the reunion."
"Of course, I wvouldn't miss it! It's been awvhile since I got to see me least favworite sea hag," he boasts.
The beldam grits her teeth hard and holds out her sword. "I don't fuckin' care if the 8oth of ye are alive! It just gives me the satisfaction of getting to kill ye again!"
The Marquise screams in anger and rushes at them; Dualscar gets in front of Vriska and pulls out his saber blocking the attack. The young girl smirks darting around the man to strike at her ancestor's side. Mindfang snarled a lip pulling up her robotic arm to block the sword just before it hit her. Sparks flashed as metal on metal grinded on one another.
"Two against one isn't very fair," the evil woman scoffed.
"Neither is a whole crew of men against one little girl," Vriska spits.
"Or shooting a man through the neck wvhen he doesn't expect it," Dualscar retorted.
Mindfang hissed at them trying to plan out a strategy to get the two of them off her. Her strength easily matched Vriska's, but with the brute force of the Orphaner she wasn't going to be able to fend him off much longer. Her eyes quickly scanned her surroundings to see what she could use to her advantage to come out on top. Her eyes noticed something twinkling from Vriska's jacket pocket, and she began to smirk as the gears in her head began grinding.
"Ye're right… What do I know a8out 8eing fair?" she giggles. "It doesn't really matter either way. I am goin' to end 8oth of ye!"
With that said she bashes her skull into Vriska's as hard as she could to disorient her. The second 'PAY 8ACK 8ITCH' was off her mechanical arm, she used it to reach down into the little Serket's jacket grabbing what was inside. The girl stumbled back grabbing her head with one of her hands in pain feeling her brain throb. Dualscar's eyes left Mindfang as he looked to his matesprit to see what had happened, but unfortunately this gave the evil woman the upper hand and she delivered a strong kick into the man's groin. He let out a sick gasp and cringed hard causing him to drop his sword so he could grab his crotch. A steel boot wasn't the best thing to come into contact down there, especially at the speed and force she presented it in. With both her enemies distracted she took this time to get some distance from them with a devious grin crossing her face as she did.
"Bitch, you can't steal a page from my handbook!" Vriska yells, in reference to the headbutt.
"Oh… 8ut ye can steal one from mine?" Marquise laughs holding up the explosive eight ball. "I see ye have 8een readin' up on one of my old journals and taught yerself somethin' rather dangerous!"
"Are ye crazy?!" Dualscar yells, a small groan under his breath, as he saw what the woman was holding.
"I thought ye knew this, Orphy!" she cackles engaging the timer on the explosive, making it resonate with a menacing beeping. "I AM FUCKIN' PSYCHOTIC!" she screams.
Laughing manically, she flings her arm back ready to pitch the bomb at the two of them at the last second. "I AM GOIN' TO FUCKIN' ENJOY WATCHIN' THE TWO OF YE GET 8LASTED ALL THE WAY TO HELL! EIGHT!"
"Not going to happen!" Vriska yells gathering her composure to run towards the woman.
"SEVEN!" the madwoman counts.
"VWRIS NO! FLEE!" Dualscar shouts chasing after his lover.
"SIX!"
That's when they all found themselves caught off guard as the ship got flipped nearly eighty degrees on its side, almost on the brink of capsizing completely. A massive lusii had tried to surface when it was directly under the hull, causing the keeling. A few men of both crews unfortunately got thrown into the water below, and those who were able to react quickly were just clinging for dear life to the rails or to swords they had jammed into the deck. Vriska fell, but luckily got caught on the base of the mizzen mast, even though it was a harsh blown on her spine. The former black mates quickly grabbed the rail; Mindfang still holding the eight ball with one hand.
The freak disruption only lasted a brief eternal second before the ship slammed back to normal causing everyone to fall on the deck hard. As Mindfang got thrown to the floor, the explosive rolled out of her hand and right for Vriska. Dualscar grunts looking up to see what was happening, he opened his mouth only to let out a weak gasp for the wind got knocked out of him. He wanted to scream her name, warn her, do anything, but his body prevented him from acting. The small girl shakes her head in pain only to look over to see the bomb headed her way, the beeping getting louder and faster. She tried to do her best to move, but it was like her brain needed time to reboot her motor function and that was time she didn't have. A tear rolled down the Orphaner's face as he knew he was about to watch his lover get blown to smithereens. Three. Two.
Right before it reached the girl, a massive club slammed down between her and the device creating some distance. Being a harder man to disorient the Highblood managed to get back on his feet with haste only to see what was about to happen. Reacting from pure instinct he threw his club trying to do anything to prevent the bomb from hitting that little spitfire of a blue blood he had started to take a liking to. It is crazy what all was able to happen in just a few seconds, but the behemoth's actions barely managed to save her life. The bomb ignited and blew up the deck around the girl, luckily with large club being bigger than her body it managed to shield her from the brunt of the blast. However, this didn't stop her and the Highblood's only weapon from falling into the newly created hole in the floor.
It all felt so slow motion to her, but she watched as the world around her faded as she fell into the darkness. Splinters of wooden planks poked and prodded at her body a she landed on the level below. The massive club slammed down beside her, almost crushing her if it had been a few centimeters closer. She moans in pain, her ears ringing from the explosive that went off near her. Trying to sit up from the pile of broken planks underneath her she could feel her hearing was slowly returning to normal, but her heart sank as she heard the cracking of wood. The Serket looks over to see the club had hit the floor hard enough to break through it causing everything around it to collapse down to the next level, including her own sword.
In order to prevent herself from falling deeper into the ship, she claws at the floor, dangling over the edge of the new hole that had been created. She whines in pain as she could see her fingernails beginning to rip from the bed with blood pooling at the cuticles, unable to support her full weight on their own. She then heard another sharp crack come from above her, causing the poor girl to wince at the sound. She reluctantly looks up to see that the mizzen mass was now crashing down, it being unable to stand on its own without the proper support of the deck near it. Not wanting to get crushed to death she lets go of the ledge and falls into the abyss.
Dualscar stands shakily as he witnessed the flying club, the explosion, the fall of his lover, and the mizzen mast crashing. 'That club, it couldn't be' he thought shifting his eyes from the hole to the massive primordial troll standing several yards away. He didn't even know he was here, and his heart felt a few seconds of panic, as he looked on at the man who had once so hungrily wanted to kill him before. That was until he came to the realization that that monster troll had just saved his matesprit and was on their side of the battle. The Highblood exchanged a quick glance to the seadweller before grabbing some of Mindfang's crew and flinging them overboard like trash. The Orphaner then gazes over at the wretched woman and he grabs his sword ready to return to his duel.
The Marquise stands up panting heavily as she tried to shake herself back into action. Her eyes lock with the man and she snarls grabbing her sword that was stabbed into the deck. With swift feet and pure fury their swords clashed as they engaged in a ballet of murderous intent. The man's mind began to worry about Vriska, but he remembered what she had told him and so he let go of his emotions, directing all his focus on Mindfang. He would believe in Vriska's capabilities, and stop all of his hesitations and fear from eating at him.
Vriska looks up through blurry vision only to see a pin hole of light above her. Her sight felt off and there was an unbearable agony pulsating on the left side of her skull. As her thoughts collected and she became slightly more coherent, she began to realize that it seemed that half her vision was covered in almost a blue filter. Raising a hand to touch the left side of her face, her fingertips trailed up across her cheek, sticky with warm blood. They then met with something foreign jutting from her face. She pinches the strange object with two fingers and pulls on it quickly to remove it.
There was an indescribable pain that occurred when this happened, followed by what seemed to be a snap in her skull, which caused her head to jerk back. Her vision became a bit clearer as the blue haze faded, but her vision was far from back to normal for it seemed like she could only see out of one eye. She looks down at the strange object she pulled from her head and brings it closer for a better inspection. It was a large nasty looking splinter, and on the end of it was a blood covered organic mass. Looking closer she felt horror ingulf her, coming to the realization she had just ripped out her own eyeball from its socket. Her body shakes rapidly dropping the skewered eye, and her one eye, luckily still attached firmly in her head, rolls back passed her eyelid.
Everything went black.