Star Kills: A Narrative Fiction
But he’s not dead yet.
Party lets out an unintelligible scream, and I don’t know what to do. But Star reaches into his holster, and pulls out a bandage that all of us secretly know won’t do anything significant, as there isn’t any blood to show. Weapons that puncture the skin haven’t existed since the Analog Wars. He continues to simply hold pressure onto what looks to be Ghoul’s lower side.
Ghoul is still making groaning sounds, showing pained signs of life, and Star shushes him, reassuring that everything will be okay.
“Damn right, I’ll be okay, now get the hell off me!” Ghoul yells through his gritted teeth. He tries so hard to stand up, and he works his way to a sitting position.
“You’re such an idiot!” Star cries as Ghoul struggles …show more content…
I can’t see out of it.” Star removes his hand. Oh shit. From the sclera to the pupil is nearly covered in red. It’s not bleeding, but it’s surely ruptured. He’s trying hard to stay calm, to not show pain, but he’s wincing with every breath. What does this mean? A Fabulous Killjoy with one eye? We aren’t anything without our senses. Losing depth perception is losing a lot. But I know, when we get him cared for, he’ll know what he’s doing again.
Whoever shot at us surely knew what they were doing. I have this auspicious feeling in my gut that this wasn’t a Drac. This enemy knew how to aim. And they surely aimed to kill. Fortunately, we know how to dodge.
Party paces around, with his head in his hand, trying to figure out what to do. Ghoul appears, standing up, but with a horrid limp. He holds his side, trying to look very tough, but it’s not working. Ghoul is hurt, he’s really hurt. He’s still not gaining back the color in his face. He’s white as a ghost.
“Ghoul, sit your ass down.” Star chides with …show more content…
We have to defend whatever he’s trying to find.
Several halls diverge where the stairs end. Party could be anywhere, but so could be more of those.
“Where we going?” I ask, peering down the pitch dark halls.
“Everywhere, I suppose.” He chuckles dryly. “Let’s start with this one.” He nods to the first one on the right. We waste no time, we jog down.
“This is useless. There’s no light. We can’t see a damned thing.” I complain.
“Nonsense. There’s no such thing as no light.”
“Kid, we don’t have time for your metaphors and shit. There’s literally no way to see what we’re doing.”
And suddenly, there’s a flash of illumination, and I can see. I can see Kid smirking.
“Who said it was a metaphor?” He grins in victory.
I cross my arms. “You could’ve at least told me you had a flashlight.”
“Ah, but what’s the fun in that?”
I sigh, but laugh. “You win.”
We approach the first door, listening for any sound. If there’s nothing audibly happening, we walk away. It becomes a system, I take the left side of the hall, he takes the right. Nothing’s happened. We switch to the next hallway. Nothing.
“Party must be good at what he’s doing, if there’s no commotion.”
“Or he’s dead.” I deadpan.
“True.” Kid
Party lets out an unintelligible scream, and I don’t know what to do. But Star reaches into his holster, and pulls out a bandage that all of us secretly know won’t do anything significant, as there isn’t any blood to show. Weapons that puncture the skin haven’t existed since the Analog Wars. He continues to simply hold pressure onto what looks to be Ghoul’s lower side.
Ghoul is still making groaning sounds, showing pained signs of life, and Star shushes him, reassuring that everything will be okay.
“Damn right, I’ll be okay, now get the hell off me!” Ghoul yells through his gritted teeth. He tries so hard to stand up, and he works his way to a sitting position.
“You’re such an idiot!” Star cries as Ghoul struggles …show more content…
I can’t see out of it.” Star removes his hand. Oh shit. From the sclera to the pupil is nearly covered in red. It’s not bleeding, but it’s surely ruptured. He’s trying hard to stay calm, to not show pain, but he’s wincing with every breath. What does this mean? A Fabulous Killjoy with one eye? We aren’t anything without our senses. Losing depth perception is losing a lot. But I know, when we get him cared for, he’ll know what he’s doing again.
Whoever shot at us surely knew what they were doing. I have this auspicious feeling in my gut that this wasn’t a Drac. This enemy knew how to aim. And they surely aimed to kill. Fortunately, we know how to dodge.
Party paces around, with his head in his hand, trying to figure out what to do. Ghoul appears, standing up, but with a horrid limp. He holds his side, trying to look very tough, but it’s not working. Ghoul is hurt, he’s really hurt. He’s still not gaining back the color in his face. He’s white as a ghost.
“Ghoul, sit your ass down.” Star chides with …show more content…
We have to defend whatever he’s trying to find.
Several halls diverge where the stairs end. Party could be anywhere, but so could be more of those.
“Where we going?” I ask, peering down the pitch dark halls.
“Everywhere, I suppose.” He chuckles dryly. “Let’s start with this one.” He nods to the first one on the right. We waste no time, we jog down.
“This is useless. There’s no light. We can’t see a damned thing.” I complain.
“Nonsense. There’s no such thing as no light.”
“Kid, we don’t have time for your metaphors and shit. There’s literally no way to see what we’re doing.”
And suddenly, there’s a flash of illumination, and I can see. I can see Kid smirking.
“Who said it was a metaphor?” He grins in victory.
I cross my arms. “You could’ve at least told me you had a flashlight.”
“Ah, but what’s the fun in that?”
I sigh, but laugh. “You win.”
We approach the first door, listening for any sound. If there’s nothing audibly happening, we walk away. It becomes a system, I take the left side of the hall, he takes the right. Nothing’s happened. We switch to the next hallway. Nothing.
“Party must be good at what he’s doing, if there’s no commotion.”
“Or he’s dead.” I deadpan.
“True.” Kid