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You're on your back, pinned, before you know what's what. The ropes on your back tug at you desperately as Sean and Ian try to rescue you, but there's a flash of silver in the air, and they vanish into the darkness, severed, without you.
From the shadows above you, Gertrude's face looms. Eyes, hard. Face, tortured with pain.
"You... are dead..." she whispers.
"MFFMFPFHFH!" you try to object, but her hand is clamped firmly over your mouth.
"SILENCE, SPIRIT!" she hisses. "Do the ones I care about never find peace? Not even in death!?" She sniffs, and turns her face away, as if to hide tears. In her free hand, she raises a long, slender dagger. "No, spirit. You will not suffer as so many of my friends have. I release you from the chains of your earthly memories!"
The dagger falls. They say you see your entire life flash before your eyes when you're about to die, but all you see is that fucking dagger flashing in the weak moonlight, a glittering length of quicksilver death plummeting towards your head.
After all the Martians, all the night landings in bad weather, and all the generals you pissed off, it's funny that this does you in. You always wanted to die straddled by a beautiful young woman, but this isn't exactly what you had in mind -
- the dagger THUDS! into the wooden floorboards next to your head.
You hurt your eyeballs as you cram them into the corner of your eyesockets, staring at the shiny dagger, counting your heartbeats in disbelief.
"Better remember to take a b-br-breaahahahahahahahaha-" Trude begins laughing helplessly, still keeping one hand over your mouth. The other she plants flat against the floor to support her as desperate giggles rob her of air, forcing her to slump with helpless mirth. |