Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20170320024500/@comment-25924729-20170914131410

''This is hell, i'm dead... She's dead. Its all my fault...''

He groaned in pain, vision foggy, unable to move. Men were shouting, moving around him. Sounds of gunfire, a girl's voice screaming. He was aware of all this, the chaos and pain. He deserved this no doubt, it must be what hell felt like.

Fighting back the pain, Dalton struggled to move, raising his head slowly from the table's cold surface. It hurt like hell, his muscles screamed in protest, his body felt like lead. Still, he managed a few inches, and blinked his eyes a few times to clear them.

No...! He gasped. Through the carnage, she was there, laying unmoving against a wall. Blood soaked her clothes, her own or someone else's, he couldnt tell. Next to her fragile figure the club wielding giant loomed like an Ursa over a helpless sheep, a twisted smile on his face, arm raised, club ready to crush her.

"No..... No!" he screamed, voice cracking a little with desperation.

Dalton moved by instinct alone, before he even realized what happened. A twist of his wrist, then a clenched fist, a faint rumble surged through the floor, and beneath Slug's feet a deadly trap erupted, shards of glass spikes stabbed upwards, impaling the man.

The iron club fell from his mangled wrist, onto the floor with a resonant clang. Slug's mouth twisted into a horrified 'O' shape, but not words came. T hick cones of cold, smooth crystals ravaged h is throat, his lungs, guts and brain. They held his body up like a grosteque statue. Blood poured freely from a dozen ugly wounds, staining the floor and onto the girl beneath him, raining down in a hot, sticky mess.

Growling like a beast, Dalton staggered to his feet, moving forward with heavy, unsteady strides. Worry, anger and tears clouded his eyes. He heard a door slam nearby, and remembered Riley was still alive, making his escape. He couldnt care less about that, Dalton's gaze locked firmly onto the girl slumped against the wall.

Something caught his feet, and he fell forward, whimpering a bit as he sprawled clumsily on the floor. Ixi was so still, was she injured? Unconscious?...

''....dead? ''

"No!" he gasped once again, crawling the final few meters. He anxiously pulled Ixina from the wall and into a tight embrace, relieved that he could feel her faint heartbeat against his chest, her chest rising and falling with breath.

"I-i'm sorry  you had to see this... im sorry... " he whispered. He had so much to tell her,  t oo many thoughts, too many sins to confess, but the words caught in his throat. "I'm sorry.... i'm sorry..." over and over was all he could say.