[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : The Elder Gods Edition

Something quick I came up with, could be part of a bigger story, I'm not quite sure yet 
 
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 We were running, and then we weren ’ t, everything happened so fast, too quickly for anyone to process. 
 In those moments, the only thing reiterating through your mind is *run*. That, and a whole load of adrenaline to keep you going. Except we couldn ’ t. Surrounded, afraid, tired, outnumbered, we ’ re done for. 
 I see that look in her eye though, the look of someone that still wants to fight, that ’ ll fight until their body breaks, that ’ ll be a dirty mangled corpse of mud, dried up crusty blood, broken bones, and a disheveled face; but that someone will fight to the end, to the very last breath, until their last heartbeat. I see that look in her. Me? I never was much of a fighter in that regard; irony, at its finest. Cowardice? Hm, Perhaps. 
 I grab her arm, and she looks up at me, 
 “ It ’ s no use, we can ’ t win this. ” I plead, 
 “ But -- ” 
 “ There ’ s no but ’ s this time ” I retort, 
 Her face went from glowering to haunted. She put her mud-and-grease-caked hands on my equally as dirty cheeks and says, while looking deeply into my eyes, 
 “ One last kiss goodbye then? ” 
 In a shared agreement, we bring our faces close to one another. Lips touch, and tears roll down our cheeks as we savour our final eternity. Our faces part, and we enjoy our last embrace. I hear the crack and roar of a gun, maybe two, maybe three, maybe more, then a searing pain in my back, and as if a billion burning needles were stabbing me all over, i feel the pain course through my body. 
 With my last breath and strength, I whisper into her ear, 
 “ I ’ m sorry ” and push her as hard as I can onto the floor, as to cover her body with my own. All I can hope for is that she is safe, no matter my fate, even if it may be sealed, as long as she isn ’ t hurt, then all is well. 
 
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 They ’ re all gone now. We ’ re alone. Her body is still draped over mine though, a final dying wish for my safety. All the colour gone from her cheeks, all the life and twinkle gone from her eyes, only to be left with a twisted face of agony and blank dead eyes. Why did she spare me though? Why this? Did I deserve this?
