Eternal
Ignoring the increasingly bumpy ride and still holding Alison in your arms, you concentrate as hard as you can trying to heal her.
“Hang on Alison. I can bring you back. I know I can. Just hold on…” you say.
The carriage doesn’t hold on however and soon its bumpy ride comes to a sudden stop when it crashes into a tree and turns over. You and Alison are thrown about causing you to lose focus.
“SHIT!” you shout followed by several other curses as you scramble back to Alison’s body which is now starting to grow cold.
Once again you attempt to heal her, trying not to break down emotionally, but once again you are interrupted. This time by her killer who appears above you standing on the outside of the now ruined carriage. You don’t react in time to avoid the bolt he shoots at you which pierces your skull. Your body falls on top of Alison’s though you’re not quite dead yet. The brain is a funny thing when damaged in a very specific way. Instead of dying immediately, your body is twitching involuntarily and you’re helpless to defend yourself against any further attack.
In your final moments the assassin jumps in the carriage with you and grabs you by your neck. You feel a great drain on your remaining strength. You can’t see very well at this point, but the assassin’s face even in this rotten form looks somewhat familiar. It almost looks like Cyrus.
But it couldn’t be him…could it?
The assassin’s grinning expression seems to say it all.
But why or how he came to this state will remain a mystery to you along with whoever it was that raised him in the first place.
“Hang on Alison. I can bring you back. I know I can. Just hold on…” you say.
The carriage doesn’t hold on however and soon its bumpy ride comes to a sudden stop when it crashes into a tree and turns over. You and Alison are thrown about causing you to lose focus.
“SHIT!” you shout followed by several other curses as you scramble back to Alison’s body which is now starting to grow cold.
Once again you attempt to heal her, trying not to break down emotionally, but once again you are interrupted. This time by her killer who appears above you standing on the outside of the now ruined carriage. You don’t react in time to avoid the bolt he shoots at you which pierces your skull. Your body falls on top of Alison’s though you’re not quite dead yet. The brain is a funny thing when damaged in a very specific way. Instead of dying immediately, your body is twitching involuntarily and you’re helpless to defend yourself against any further attack.
In your final moments the assassin jumps in the carriage with you and grabs you by your neck. You feel a great drain on your remaining strength. You can’t see very well at this point, but the assassin’s face even in this rotten form looks somewhat familiar. It almost looks like Cyrus.
But it couldn’t be him…could it?
The assassin’s grinning expression seems to say it all.
But why or how he came to this state will remain a mystery to you along with whoever it was that raised him in the first place.
