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DEAD SPACE: ISSAC'S DELETED DEATH SCENES

BY THE YOUNG AND FREE DRAGON

"Just Look In the Mirror"

(Takes place anywhere in Dead Space 2.)

Issac's Death;

Issac stumbled into the grimy bathroom, placing his palm against the wall and dropping his Line Gun at his feet. It clattered loudly, but he didn't care. He retracted his helmet, placing his free hand on his side, holding the knot that was screaming loudly under his skin. He glanced over his shoulder. The bathroom was a mess, the stalls broken, the sink across from him was broken, the one he was standing beside was fine, but covered in blood. His eyes moved down the sink and there was a mangled body, hardly describable as a human, barely any skin left on it, mostly exposed muscle and bone, eyes gone, mouth ajar, internal organs lying inside the stomach and around it, surrounded in blood just to finish up the picture. He looked up at the wall in front of him, and saw a dirt covered mirror. He wiped it off, only spreading the grime around, but he was able to see himself a bit clearer. His eyes were hollowed, his face tugging at the boundaries of health. He felt sick as he looked at himself, he wasn't sure whether it was from the smell of the bathroom, the dead body, or his face, or all of the above.

As he stared at himself suddenly, something was behind him. He saw hollow eye sockets, tan, skin pulled tightly over a skull. He turned and was seized by a Puker. The hollow stare dug into his exposed face as the creature pushed him up against the mirror, holding his hands with it's misshapen claws. It wrestled with him and he saw it's exposed lungs heaving as it brought it's acidic bile up it's throat. He closed his mouth and eyes but was unable to keep a scream from bursting from his throat as it vomited on his chest. He felt the acid burning through his armor, eating everything until it was eating his clothes and then his flesh. The creature reared it's head back, it's talons tearing into his wrists, splitting the muscle from the bone, and began hacking and coughing, pulling up more bile.

He kept thrashing about, trying to break it's grip but he couldn't and his legs felt too weak to kick it. He couldn't help screaming again, his skin was peeling off his muscles, letting the acid continue to eat into him exposing his ribs and burning below, exposing his intestines. They were held in by what flesh was left, but it was quickly receding and soon they would spill all over the dirty floor. The Puker vomited on his shoulders and neck. The armor disappearing quickly and his collar bone jutting out, the veins of his neck throbbing as he panicked, his red esophagus rippling as he let out another scream of pain. The monster roared in his face and then grunted once and then twice before vomiting all over his face. He screamed as it covered his head, his eyes and mouth had been wide open and his eyeballs began to melt, spilling over his brain, but also letting the bile into his skull to begin working on his brain. The skin of his face peeled, teeth and muscle becoming exposed, blood spilling out of the torn nerves. The Puker slammed his head against the mirror, cracking it and the spun him around, wrapping an arm over his neck.

What remained of Issac's eyes stared in horror at his own face in the shards of mirrors, looking into the blood tangle of flesh, nerves, and exposed skull that was now his face. He screamed in absolute terror and repulsion before his the claws of the Puker's right hand slipped into the softened flesh in his throat and pulled, his skull came cleanly off his neck, spewing blood all over the mirror and bubbling as the necromorph dropped Issac's dead body to the dirty floor. In a final expulsion, it vomited over his back, the acid eating away until a minute or so later, the ribs coming out of the receding muscles and internal organs. The Puker whipped its body around, as was characteristic of it's actions, and threw the severed head of Issac into one of the stalls. Falling to the disgusting floor, the thing barely recognizable as a head lay, spilling blood as bile spilled out of the openings burned into it.

Puker's Death;

Issac dodged the streams of acid which melted the glass behind him. He wrestled his right arm out of the grip of the claws and wrapped his hand around its wrist and shoved the claws into the creatures own throat. It gargled and spat blood and vomit at him but he was already moving around it, tearing the claws out of the creature and turning the arm around to an odd angle, then placing his boot against it's back, he pulled and his foot pushed and the arm came off. Spraying bile and blood from the wound. He tossed the arm away and grabbed his Line Gun and shot a blast through the Puker's mid-section. It's legs flew out from under it, and the torso, one arm, and head landed on the ground. It growled at him and he jumped back as it vomited up at him. He prepared to fire another blast but realized that the gun was empty. Groping at his pockets for another line rack, the Puker managed to flop like a dying fish and knocking him on to his back, crawling up his legs. He pulled his right boot up and placed it against the creature's shoulder, gripping its head with both hands and pulling as hard as he could. He rolled away as the head tore away and just barely missed having acid spilled on to his crotch. His legs were burned a bit the bile but he wiped it off quickly before it could burn much further. The torso flopped around, wallowing in it's own blood and bile, dissolving its own body. It finally went still, but Issac was long gone.

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