Tuesday 10 November 2015

Thing 48: The difference between the first death you remember and the most recent one

Heya. I'm not really feeling like writing today, but I did set myself a quota, so...

I suppose I should post an advisory, in that the following passage might be a bit disturbing to some. Take that as you will.

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Thing 48: The difference between the first death you remember and the most recent one

Borogan's fingers clenched more tightly around the woman's throat. Her thrashing had long since stopped, but still he squeezed, hoping against hope that he would feel... something. Anything; some whisper of life sparking through the swirling blackness of his soul.

And yet, it remained quiet.

Of course it did. She was a nothing; some nameless harlet he'd torn from the streets during her time of sin. Nobody would notice. Nobody would miss. That was perhaps the problem, he thought to himself.

I have not taken life. I have merely granted freedom.

Not that it would make a difference. All of the others had been the same. All but one.

Julie...

His grip strengthened at the recollection. He remembered the thrill of the act. He remembered her pitiful cries and the salty bite of her tears and he kissed her cheek in the throes of passion. He'd never felt more alive than in that precious moment, and he longed to feel it again.

This would not be the last. No, he would keep searching until he found it again, or until the universe and all its gods saw fit to end his quest prematurely. There could be nothing else.

There would be victory, or there wouldn't.

Either way, there would be death.

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