-One, two… One… One…
How long have I been walking? How long was I out?
-One…
Why do I keep repeating the same line? Oh… I remember… It's so I can coordinate my feet.
-One… And one… And one…
Fuck, I can't keep going like this. I feel like I need a rest, but that would be a huge loss of time. For now, I should just keep going…
-One… Uggh… One…
BUMP
-Shite…-I grunt weakly.
Thank god the blood on the floor is dry, otherwise it would've made a mess on my face. I want to get up, but my body isn't responding.
No shit sherlock! You have two fucking bullet holes on you! How the hell do you expect to even get up?
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Okay… No… I got this… I'm sure I've got this…
-I swear to god… If I see that fucking asshole…
Maybe I should stop talking. I need to save as much energy as possible. I need to kill him.
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Alright, let's do this one more time. Come on, how hard can it be? I just need to stand up again, and then just follow the blood trail. It really is not that hard.
-Ggghhh… Damn…-I say as manage to get back on my feet-Let's… go… One… Two… One… One…
My leg is fucking killing me. I can't even manage to do the "one, two" thing correctly. Why do I have to be so fucking useless?
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-One… two… One… huff…
How much time have I been chasing this arsepiece? Wait, did I say that right? My dad always used that word, but I never actually understood what it meant. He always said something like "It ain't that hard, just think of it as 'asshole' ".
Really dad? Explaining something with a comparative? Why didn't you say some stupid shite like "you should treat the metal like you treat a woman" or some shit like that?
-One..tw-
Damn it, I fell again. Was it because I was talking shit about the dead ones? Or the dead one, in this case.
Come on, dad, I know you know I'm just mad because of everything that's been going on. Did you really have to squirm on your stupid grave and come from the other side just to make me trip? You aren't really helpful, you know that?
-Fuck you, dad…-I let out in a low voice as my eyes get lost in the clouds.
Hmmm… Why am I even cursing him? That's not very "my father was the most important person to me" of me.
I mean, he was the one who left me alone in this shitty quest, so it's technically his damn fault that I'm fucking bleeding like this.
Still, it's not like he had much of a choice. He gave his life for me, so who am I to be blaming and cursing him? Fuck… I'm really a shitty son…
Maybe… Maybe I'd be better off dead? Why keep fighting it? Unless I treat these wounds properly, I'll definitely bleed out. Plus, if I try to kill that asshole and he gets one clean hit on me, I'll definitely be done for… So why not die right now? I'd rather be received by my dad's disappointed face in hell instead of keep going down this path…
-Kat…-I pant before closing my eyes.
Is this really it? So much for "the son of the greatest blacksmith in the world". I'm such a- Wait? What was that word that my dad used so much? Oh, right! I'm such an eejit. Or something like that…
I'm definitely a bad son, aren't I? I didn't even take an interest in knowing what his words meant, let alone remembering what he used to say.
Yeah… I'd definitely be better off just being dead…
-I'm sorry… Kid…
My eyes are closing. I can't do anything about it. Hah, what a pathetic death. I could've died fighting someone powerful, or I could've died in something even more epic, instead, a fucker with a gun soloed me.
At least I did something right with my life, didn't I? I mean, I did try to fulfill my dad's wish, even if I never managed to find any of the weapons he asked for. Plus, I saved the kid from that shitty life, I deserve some merit from that too.
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Nah, this is definitely it. My breath is slowing down, I can barely feel shit, and my view is starting to blur. Well, at least I have no regrets… Or do I?... Nah, I definitely don't…
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-Where… Where am I…?-I whisper softly as I open my eyes.
Everything is so dark. I can't even see my own body.
WAIT! How did I get here? I swear I was on my deathbed just a few seconds ago.
Oh… I get it, this is the afterlife. It's really not what I imagined, to be honest. I expected some superior to be passing judgment on me, not a dark place where you're left alone with your thoughts.
-Ouch!-I complained as something curled up on my body, causing me to spring back on the bed.
Huh? A bed? Why didn't I recognize this feeling before? Am I not dead? I mean, I can't see shit, but the pain in my arm and my leg hasn't disappeared. And for some reason, I don't feel like the blood is flowing out so much…
-Nghh… Jacob?-a soft voice asks close to me.
I can't see the owner of that voice, but I'm sure I've heard it before. But, why is this person on top of my body?
-Finally awake?-A deep voice interrupted my thoughts as it opened the door, allowing the light to go into the room.
I covered my eyes to protect them, but I was still able to get a glimpse of everything around me. I didn't recognize anything besides what was on top of me: The kid's sleeping body. Her breathing steadied itself to match mine, and that's why I didn't notice her earlier.
Once my eyes adapted to the sudden burst of light, I moved my hands and hugged the kid, allowing my tears to fall freely. The owner of the deep voice then laughed and coughed, interrupting the moment.
-She was really anxious to see you ever since she woke up…
I diverted my attention towards him, taking a quick glimpse on his silhouette before letting out a gasp, recognizing him immediately after being able to see his face. The tears on my eyes fell harder and with more intensity, and my voice broke as I began to talk to that person.
-Un…cle…?