Obsidian Forest
by Alps Aris Sarsis

Okay, so fighting her was not the best idea. I decided to lay back, and relax, and act non-threatening, as she held me down, battered and pinned. She glared at me for a while, licking her lips slowly, as she seemed to think of what to do with me. She took her knife into her hands, and muttered something soft and slow. She was very angry! I didn’t have time to move. I didn’t have time to react. I was not ready for what came next. I saw her hand come down with the knife, and looked down, where the blade was buried in my chest. I felt the dull burning pain, which spiked greatly, as my mind caught up with me nerves. I gave out a soft, pitiful cry, and she muttered something else. I suppose she had little use for someone who would fight, and then just give up so easy. In nature, the strong survive. I was weak. Darkness closed in and the sweet and silent end came. At least she was cute...


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