Hellfire
23 Jun 2016Howard, o Pato
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4625 kHzI went back to the cockpit, I saw Nyx searching for me with his eyes, so then I gave a hand signal. Everything is fine now.
Soon we would be taking a coffee and'd laugh all in a station any.
The explosion debris dragged by stormy sky.
In the flames one escapepod emerged. He will survive, probably. The pod followed us for a few seconds, driven by the explosion, but soon began to lose speed.
I pitied him, he would be lost, perhaps his pod could not save it from the gravitational force.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZSuddenly, a sequence of microbursts circled the edge of escapepod, flinging the cover blown up, confirmed my fears...
It was him.
The killer of bright eyes and overcoat.
Did I die and I am in hell?
He was dressed in a battle suit under that overcoat, jets in the back and calf. Flared up, he tried to protect his face on fire. Her legs gave an impulse that split the pod in two. The jets that pushed that "flaming thing" into the wind tunnel. A dry blow in the canopy and grabbed the metal edges with your hands, crumpling the steel beam to hold. Two more arms, as long as a spear, began to punch the canopy that cracked increasingly.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZIt had come to an end, one way or another. I went into the kitchen. The blows to the canopy continued. The trepidation subsided, we were out of orbit. In the drawer I had saved an old revolver, .38 ionized DA RE, "in case of being attacked by a flaming firefly four arms".
Now I could see more clearly even in the midst of the flames, four arms and four legs, the two normal, others unusually long.
I reached out trying to aim. A shooting this weapon can pierce the hull of a ship.
ZZZSSSKKKKRRRRRRRSSSSSZZZZHe insisted. The canopy could not stand and broke. Things were sucked out. It would have been a great explosion in decompression, so that practically no air here. He leaned in the party canopy edges, trying to get on the ship.
BANG! Tzss... Impossible. He countered the projectile with the long arm, as if it was nothing.Something big hit me in the back. I could not hold me, good hand not would drop the gun. I let my body be swallowed up into the void. I stopped in the killer's arms. Face to face with my enemy I would kill him. For John found peace. To save Nyx. To expunge my fault.
A sharp blow hit my helmet.
Teeth were loose inside my dislocated jaw, saw stars. I can not surrender myself now. I put the gun to his forehead, his face covered with scorched screen helmet.
BANG! Tzss... The helmet cracked it.A flurry of blows at an incredible rate hit my body tearing the suit and flesh, breaking bones.
"You, thing, took everything from me, John murdered in cold blood."
BANG! Tzss...His arm twitched strangely. A mechanical tinkling, fingers were long enough to hold me by the chest.
That arm was some kind of robotic prosthesis.
An electric wind hit me, tensing every muscle in my body, making me delirious with pain. A chaos of vision and wars, green eyes piercing my thoughts in waves, supercomputers and people raised in amniotic fluid, living machines. I focused my thoughts on other green eyes, eyes that were worth more than my own life.
If I kill him now, I'll go along with it to the endless void. Living among the stars.
BANG! Tzss...Blood spread across the sky into small crimson balls
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