Chapter 9: On This Day
BIG, LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Alrighty, here I go:
I've been battling with Mary-Sue ever since River's first crossed into Middle Earth. She's had an attitude, gotten her hands dirty with dead orc brains, died, and been shot, but Mary-Sue shines through. But you know, this battle can't go on forever. So you know what? I might kill Rivers.
She has fallen asleep, and she might not wake up.
…
…
Nah.
So the final battle of the Mary-Sue is arising. I'm waking her up long enough to see Haldir die, but the rest is up to you.
Depending on your choice, you will need to come up with a way for Rivers to "not die". I've blown my brains out throughout the whole damn story, so now I need your help!
The colors come stampeding back into vision as her once empty eyes rapidly cram themselves with consciousness. The muted hues of a waking life returned at full force, and her brain short-circuits as it desperately tries to catch up with the rest of her body. Her motor nerves have pulled her to a sitting position, and she realizes she's awake.
She stands up and turns around. A bloody, dumbstruck orc is facing her, cradling her glowing flute in on hand, and shielding his eyes with the other. Rivers places one hand on the crystal shaft, balls up a fist, and brings it swinging across his face.
She clutches the flute to her bosom and is met with swarming pain and the eerie trickle of warm blood across the expanse of her stomach. The instrument has returned her the nerves necessary to feel pain.
How long do I have before I drown out?
The energy begins to fail, and she falls to her knees, emitting a tainted squeak as pain jolted from the juncture between her legs. Nothing else matters, she knows she needs help. No spare power is availble to let her cry out so she continues on her legs, futher bruising her knees. She saw a blurred form on the bridge, blinking away at the fuzzy spark burning in her eyes and called vaguely, "Haldir?"
He twists himself into the air and joins her at his knees. She crawls, scampering from side to side, ricocheting off the walls. At last, he's a few feet away and she calls out his name again. He doesn't answer and she screams it again.
"Riv...Rivers?"
A maimed smile breaks her lips. "Yeah! Look, I need help-"
She heard something stir behind her. She whisked around, squinting against the rain. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Legolas. Do you...are you-"
"I don't need a man's help. I can get help from someone else-"
He embraced her and whispered into her ear, "Look, I never should have said that. It was wrong, I was wrong, and...I'm sorry."
She sobbed, hitching slightly. "I know." And the world melted away again.
BIG, LONG AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Alrighty, here I go:
I've been battling with Mary-Sue ever since River's first crossed into Middle Earth. She's had an attitude, gotten her hands dirty with dead orc brains, died, and been shot, but Mary-Sue shines through. But you know, this battle can't go on forever. So you know what? I might kill Rivers.
She has fallen asleep, and she might not wake up.
…
…
Nah.
So the final battle of the Mary-Sue is arising. I'm waking her up long enough to see Haldir die, but the rest is up to you.
Depending on your choice, you will need to come up with a way for Rivers to "not die". I've blown my brains out throughout the whole damn story, so now I need your help!
The colors come stampeding back into vision as her once empty eyes rapidly cram themselves with consciousness. The muted hues of a waking life returned at full force, and her brain short-circuits as it desperately tries to catch up with the rest of her body. Her motor nerves have pulled her to a sitting position, and she realizes she's awake.
She stands up and turns around. A bloody, dumbstruck orc is facing her, cradling her glowing flute in on hand, and shielding his eyes with the other. Rivers places one hand on the crystal shaft, balls up a fist, and brings it swinging across his face.
She clutches the flute to her bosom and is met with swarming pain and the eerie trickle of warm blood across the expanse of her stomach. The instrument has returned her the nerves necessary to feel pain.
How long do I have before I drown out?
The energy begins to fail, and she falls to her knees, emitting a tainted squeak as pain jolted from the juncture between her legs. Nothing else matters, she knows she needs help. No spare power is availble to let her cry out so she continues on her legs, futher bruising her knees. She saw a blurred form on the bridge, blinking away at the fuzzy spark burning in her eyes and called vaguely, "Haldir?"
He twists himself into the air and joins her at his knees. She crawls, scampering from side to side, ricocheting off the walls. At last, he's a few feet away and she calls out his name again. He doesn't answer and she screams it again.
"Riv...Rivers?"
A maimed smile breaks her lips. "Yeah! Look, I need help-"
She heard something stir behind her. She whisked around, squinting against the rain. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Legolas. Do you...are you-"
"I don't need a man's help. I can get help from someone else-"
He embraced her and whispered into her ear, "Look, I never should have said that. It was wrong, I was wrong, and...I'm sorry."
She sobbed, hitching slightly. "I know." And the world melted away again.