Dreams or Reality
13 Oct 2016Niatra
Her soft attack against his side made him break into a smile. He knew she could do better, but that she toyed with him. In quick succession she slapped a few hits against his blade, only to get him back to where he was. Her fist flew towards his cheek, only to be blocked by his arm which then tried to get a hold of her. The dance has continued for a few minutes already. Both where exhausted, both breathing hard."You wanna stop yet?", he asked.
"You wish! I still have to cleanse you from filth and treachery of the other night!", she broke into a laughter.
"So be it!", he replied with a soft strike against her limb, which she blocked easily.
The pain in her leg grew stronger. It may not have been the best idea to kick the table in half the other day, just because he met with another woman for strategy training, she thought.
Whilst the fight continued, she bit her lip bloody, trying to ignore the pain creeping up her thigh. All of a sudden, she tumbled. The pain had grown so strong that the leg just gave away. She regained control but it was already too late when she felt the tip of the meteoric metal glide through her chest.
Her mind slipped away, all she could remember is him holding her. His warm embrace made her feel safe and knowing what would come soon, she told him that she forgave him, whatever would come.
A cold metal lay beneath her and a voice talked to her. Her body was ripped open. She lay in her own blood. Pain shot through her nerves, blurring the vision of what actually was. All she could see was his picture above her and the terms "killed you" written below. The voice whispered a story to her, of what had been, what was and what could be. It told her everything she needed to know.
After what felt like an eternity, her formed being has been eradicated, corrupted by torture, corrupted by other's ideas.
She woke up, feeling cold, under a soft blanket. Her body was visually untouched, but she remembered machinery working inside her belly. When she awoke fully, the first thought shooting through her mind was: Niatra killed you.
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Niatra woke up staring at Faheer's journal. It described her story as she remembered it. He must have dreamed about it.
He sent the file he prepared for Finn to the address and stared at the status symbol, waiting for it to change into "available".