Ticker

by RustyPaperclip

'He opens his eyes to light so bright, he thinks he's no longer in the Wastes. He squints through it. Sees nothing. Just blurred white shapes. Blurred shadows. What is this place? ' The fate of one of Zimmer's experiments. COMPLETE

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He opens his eyes and sees red. It drips into his sight. Slides down his cheek. The chanting in his head is gone. But there are sounds of metal scraping on the floor. Frantic. Panicked. Loud. Someone presses warmth onto his forehead. He looks up and sees pale eyes. A wide smile he wants to trust. A ring of light around this being's head. An angel? He starts to breathe - then everything hurts. Everything…everything's broken. Shattered. Dislocated. Dislodged. Sharp spikes are buried in his flesh. And he realises that those are his legs that are scraping on the floor. That he's the one whimpering. That it even hurts to breathe. The smile above falters. He feels the tears run down his cheeks as he mouths the words "Please let me die." He feels the barrel of a gun. Then he hears the gunshot.