Segon: M, Infi, Prologue, CP/FR, 1, 2, 1, 2
From Create Your Own Story
You reach out with both arms, desperately pawing at the ground, trying to find something either sharp enough or large enough to get him off you. Your search seems to be in vain, as the world continues to go black all around you. As the last tendril of life escapes your body, you wonder what will become of the woman you tried to save... But then you feel something against the tips of your fingers, and you reach out for it, just barely able to touch it. Ray continues to press down into your neck, and you know it won't be another second before either you black out or your neck snaps, or both. You try to grab the object but it keeps moving, and you just can't reach it...
...but then you feel it in your hand, and as you wrap your fingers around it you embrace the familiar feeling of your dagger in your hand. With one swift movement you drive the dagger into Ray's neck, and then into his ribs, and then once more into his neck. His eyes go dark, and as his blood drips onto your chest you feel his fingers finally give way, and with a strong push Ol' Ray slumps over next to you, gurgling and twitching until death takes him.
You roll over onto your side and cough, and cough, and cough and cough. You suck in the air greedily, struggling to take in oxygen as your throat begins to relax. Air never tasted so sweet to you before. When you're finally able to sit up, you yank the gold chain from Ray's bloody neck and pocket it, a fine trophy from the fat fuck. You cough some more, and force yourself to your feet. You have a job to do. You search the room and find your other dagger, sheathe both, and start to head out. Of course, that's when you hear the quiet whimpering from the corner.
