"It won't be long until the shuttle arrives, we have to get to the meeting location! Come on, before someone sets off the alarms and we're all stuck here! Disciple Two? Are you listening to me? We have to fucking go!"
"Just leave her here, man, she took that hit pretty hard! Come on!"
"Fine! But you're the one going to give the report! Let's fucking go!"
"Nobody liked her anyway, both of you fucking run!"
Heavy footsteps, three sets of them, grow distant, doors slamming and alarms soon blaring. Red floods my eyelids, blinking, and bright, and loud. Fabric clings to my body, tightening around my muscles and bones, moisture spreading over my left cheek, flowing into my nostrils, dripping into my mouth. My hair spreads from its tight ponytail, sticking to my eyes and forehead, slowly floating higher, I slowly float higher.
"Ahh! Fuck!" I scream, coughing intensely, choking on the water that floods my surroundings. It's thick, abnormally thick. With strain, my crusted over eyes glide open, my body sodden in blood, the area encircling me thick and crimson, deeply crimson, flashing darker with each blink of light.
The room I'm in is massive, with a convex glass wall on one side looking out over the deep ocean. Alarms blare, I cough, blood spews out, each breath like a dull knife being shoved in my gut, each exhale twisting.
But I'm not alone. Bodies line my wake, defaced and decapitated.
"There's one left in here!" A voice, deep and raspy shouts in the distance. Armoured steps sprint towards me, growing louder, more eerie, pounding in my head. "Guards! Ready your weapons! She's dangerous!"
I attempt to stand, but the sharp bolt of electricity shoots through me, forcing me back down with a thud, splashing my thick surroundings. The world is spinning, but I'm not moving. I'm sure of it. An army surrounds me, spears and swords, and knives and crossbows pointed straight at me, no where to go, nowhere to run, no place to hide, no one coming to save me.
I guess this is my end, there's no training to fall back on, no lessons, nothing, other than die before they can get anything out of me.
I guess this is the end, goodbye, everyone.
I wish I could've achieved more with my life, had more reliable connections, but I don't blame anyone; we were trained to know when to escape, to know when others are a lost cause.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" A spear is pressed against my throat, I wince, and the knife digs deeper within my gut, the water now pooling into my veins.
And the glow surrounding me begins to shine, my blade, Neoral, glistening in the crimson darkness. I cough and the spear punctures my throat, the knife now suddenly gripped between my fingers. The soul of my octopus escapes the dagger and my body feels light, almost as if I'm floating, but I don't dare open my eyes, don't dare to reveal to myself the truth, that I'm just on the brink of death, and I'm doing no more than hallucinating from the excessive blood loss.
And it's kind of funny, in a way, I could've sworn I recognized one of the many soldiers keeping me in place.
The mind truly does ridiculous things when one is smiling death in the face, curious and accepting towards what lies beyond.
"Sir, you've had far too much to drink, I'm going to have to cut you off."
"Don't FUCKING touch me! You don't know what it's like to lose someone you love! Someone you'd run into death with even though you have no idea what they could possibly be planning! Someone you'd kill for to ensure her safety each and everyday cause she's always just had one blind spot that no one could ever figure out but you! You don't know what I've FUCKING been through, so don't you FUCKING dare take another thing away from me."
"I've already had so much taken away from me…"