AN: My comp teacher suggested I work on my style and word-choice. So if my writing seems different, it's 'cause I'm just trying different forms and writing styles.
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Kimishima woke up in a daze, his head pounding and white lights pulsating behind his eyes. He brought a shaking hand to his throbbing forehead; his trembling fingertips coming away. Covered with dark blood, pieces of tattered skin and pulpy flesh.
Kimishima tried to move, but nothing below his waist would respond. A flash of fear stabbed through his heart, the idea of paralysis terrifying him. He held his breath and pressed blood-tainted fingers against one of his twisted, numb limbs, breathing a shaky sigh of relief when a distant icy pain coursed through his body.
Kimishima tried to control his breathing, while the memories of what had taken place earlier, before he had blacked out from the excruciating pain, flooded his mind.
'An attack,' his mind whispered, tendrils of fear dawning on his heart. 'They attacked me and Kazuma,"
A choking feeling of dread threatened to rob Kimishima of his breath. He immediately snapped out of his dazed, lost confusion, looking around wildly for his companion. He couldn't remember much about the attack, but he did recall Kazuma's lithe weight pressing him to the ground, holding him down and protecting him.
"Kazuma," Kimishima's voice cracked and wavered in his panic. "Answer me please, where are you?"
Amber eyes searched desperately, stopping only when they landed on a motionless body lying several yards away, covered in dust and rubble and dark liquid.
"Kazuma," Kimishima moaned, his voice low and anguished. Unable to rise to his feet, Kimishima crawled toward his friend, feeling shards of glass and metal and rock slicing into his elbows and chest as he desperately pulled himself closer to Kazuma.
He reached the younger man after what seemed like an eternity, and he tried to swallow down the lump in his throat as he saw the damage that had been done to Kazuma's battered body.
Skin and limbs were missing, his body lying in an impossible position. Kimishima didn't have to look twice to see he was dead.
The older man couldn't speak, his throat had closed and his tongue was thick and heavy. He slowly lowered himself, his head placed on what was left of Kazuma's chest.
There was so much to say…and yet he couldn't utter a word.
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