"R.. Rokuro!" The Whisper gets louder as it’s stilt like arms fall back to the ground.
I blocked it’s attack sohow and it seems like it doesn’t know how to react to what just happened. This is my opportunity to attack it so that I can make it back to the shop in one piece.
I swang the wrench with as much force as I could muster, smashing it into its shoulder. A strange sound ca out from it before I could feel this sharp pain in my gut.
I don’t want Ghost to die from these monsters and I especially don’t want to die to them... Pain is just a mindset, I can do it.
Ignoring the pain in my gut I lift the wrench up once more and slam it down into the whisperspawns skull. Crack! I can hear the crack of its skull before it falls backwards.
Thud! The damn things long sharp claw ripped out of my gut before it hit the ground.
It really tried to call out my na before I could strike it the first ti, why would it do that? A pointless thing to do while I’m already fighting against them.
But my mind scattered as a cold, wet pressure blood in my gut, too slow to be adrenaline, too warm to be anything but...
Blood.
My blood.
I looked down and saw the thick, dark crimson trickled out around the wound, soaking my shirt and slipping past my belt in sluggish streams. Each drop hit the floor with a soft, sick rhythm. tap... tap... tap... like so hellish trono.
I staggered, hand pressed tight to the wound, but the pain flared sharp and electric, cutting through the fog in my head like lightning. It was the kind of pain that made you forget your own na for a second.
"Shit..." I hissed, knees buckling as the world tilted.
Not one, but two wounds from these low ranking monsters. But what does rank matter when I’m not even strong enough to be given a rank. Talentless garbage who is destined to die in this godforsaken world.
"Rokuro! I’ll get you back to the shop..." Ghost shouts from behind .
I knew she didn’t run back but she got lucky that they wanted and alone. It’s rare that such monsters would leave soone alone while there’s two of them.
This cyborg has been full of surprises so far, I should’ve known that she was close still when I didn’t hear her running. She hasn’t mastered the use of everything enough to be silent with it so she’d be pretty loud.
It didn’t matter since my body hit the ground before I could react any further. Everything was getting darker around , maybe it was better off this way.
Death wasn’t sothing that scared when this all started, it was the loss of my sister that made everything so awful. She was the one who made life a bit more bearable.
What a terrible last thought to have.
The last thing I heard was Ghost’s voice barely cutting through the whispers and static in my skull.
Then...
Nothing.
Just black.
A faint hum.
I didn’t hear anymore whispers or anything scattering about, only the eerie buzzing, a buzzing I was all too familiar with. I was back in my shop...?
My eyes cracked open. The sharp fluorescent glow above stung like needles, and my whole body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry on rusted wire. The taste of copper still lingered in my mouth.
Ghost, she had to have dragged back to the shop. She was the last thing I heard before everything went dark and silent around .
I moved to sit up, and a bolt of pain scread through my stomach. My hand flew to the bandages, rough, haphazard, soaked through in places but tight enough to keep alive.
She actually patched up, even if it’s a bit sloppy. The pain was still lingering in my gut from where that asshole stabbed but at least I’m alive.
I thought for sure that the wounds would’ve been way too fatal for to get back up again. Especially from the blood I saw...
Looking up from my wounds I saw Ghost sitting at my side, she appeared to be resting.
Cyborgs... I need to stop thinking of her like this since she seems to act more like a human. Is it safe to say that I owe her now or does this just make up for my repairs I did on her?
Gah, this damn pain is irritating. Working on anything is going to take a lot longer than usual with these kinds of injuries.
It’s definitely different waking up on the very table that I worked on with all my projects.
I watched as ghost lifted her head and let out a yawn. "R-R-Rokuro!" She shouts with relief as she realizes that I’m up.
I felt her wrap her arms around lightly as the tears went down her face. This warm feeling was sothing that I didn’t think existed anymore.
The warmth of soone, a person who isn’t even a real human, it’s sothing I can’t ignore. Even with her hugging I could feel a bit of the pain but it was bearable.
Pain is just a mindset, pain is just a mindset. There’s no reason for to let it interfere with my work or with any developnts with Ghost.
I’m definitely shocked that she cares about like this when she hasn’t been with that long yet. She only woke up here a bit ago after I got her hooked up to the computer.
She’s like in one way, death can’t seem to take us.
Death. Sothing that has followed since birth. My grandparents, my parents, and eventually Minami.
Yet.
Death won’t claim .
I’ll figure out why God wants here so badly one day... He could’ve at least given a damn talent, magic, sothing.
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