Game Over!
A short collection of deaths. Written as horror practice a few months ago.
This is pretty grim. You have been warned.
The oily pollutant clung to his skin, permeating within his body, burning with ice and torment. He rose to the surface, choking on the fumes emanating from the slick. Every movement required more energy than the last, the emotional void of the ink destroying any motivation he had to continue. Perhaps if he’d only been careful, then maybe he’d have been
-Too slow. That’s what he had been. Too slow to dodge the blade of the hover bike before it split the thin membrane of his skin. Thick internal fluids oozed onto the ground, small plants growing from the reintroduction of energy, only to wither from the pollution in the air. Life from death, death from life. He should have taken the other path, perhaps they were less defended there –
-And he was cornered. The reinforcements had come in, and he didn’t stand a chance. The corporation had called in their army to crush the rebellion and return the city to a second silent stagnation. As the soldiers closed in, he prepared to fight to his life. For at the very least, he could act as a martyr, and inspire the people of this city to fight to their freedom, unlike those he had seen earlier-
-The former civilians tore into skin, sharp claws tearing into flesh and cloth. This was the culmination of what that scientist had been working on. Parent against child, brother against sister. It did not matter if the people hated you when you could always change their minds. The crowd tore him apart, their minds filled with hatred -
Burning. Burning without heat, without the sensation of twisted warmth or blistering numbness which could come with such a fate. The aerosolised chemicals bit into everything, eroding everything in their vicinity. He could feel the rot setting into his body, but his eyes had long since ruptured. Burning was always one of the things that terrified him, a deep seated fear of the sensation of -
-His flesh boiled in the heat of the trap. Nerves destroyed before they even had a chance to send signals to his brain. Morbid thoughts formed as the fire trap liquified his body. Burning was a terrible fate to inflict upon your enemies, slow and pointless. What a waste. What a waste of power and resources.What a needlessly cruel invention, yet still less cruel than -
Foreign thoughts poured into his mind, thoughts that he would have never entertained before. It’s better this way. Those divisions you call freedom are hurting people. You cannot do anything to stop us. He clutched his head, desperately attempting to dislodge the intrusions in his mind. Give up. This is your purpose.He turned to the small group, familiar faces blurred into unrecognizability. End it.
