04-02-2015, 09:47 AM
The guy's fist was like iron and he swung it like a club. His face already hurt in a million places and he he could barely see out of one eye. He tried to block, but he was moving slower, his body not responding as quickly. Umph Another hit and he nearly went down. Inside, though, it was worse, the power that he held writhed in his grasp, a beast he rode and tried to hold on to bucking and kicking, as if squirming in his hands, threatening to bite him if he lost control.
He was losing it. Rage burned in him and he fervently prayed, tried to strengthen his control. The guy came in for another hit and Bas knew this next one would do it.
Nope. Not him. No fucking way. He never went down. Ever. He swung up the fire-stick into the man's middle, felt the resistance for a moment, then the puncture, the slide in.
He smiled as he saw the man's eyes go wide in surprise, gave a bark of a laugh even as he tasted blood. "That's right, bitch,"
he whispered. The man fell back dropping to his knees and he held on to the stick, felt it pull from the man's body.
The screams and cries around him were just background noise. Finally, it could end. He raised his stick, wanting this fucker to feel it crash into his head.
He felt water pelting him in the face. It kept coming, like heavy rain being driven at you. He couldn't see, he kept closing his eyes to keep from being hit. And it kept coming, more and more, he felt it getting into up his nostrils. He choked and tried to cover his face. He didn't know what was happening. All the anger and rage inside him seemed to drain away, washed away by this storm. And then he was drowning. Standing there, in the middle of the street, he felt like he was floundering in water, just like he had as a child, unable to swim.
His arms windmilled as he tried to dodge or block the water but it didn't matter. I cant breath!!! he thought over and over again, now drowning in panic he prayed but nothing happened.
No! Suddenly he felt the power pulled from him, as if yanked. Terror and loss threatened to overwhelm him. She left him? Why had she left him now? He couldn't breath and the Holy Mother had abandoned him! Hail Mary, full of grace..." The litany played in his mind as the he felt the pain in his lungs, the screaming need to breathe, begged for her mercy.
Like a wild animal he thrashed about, sloshing through the water that surrounded him, pushing through it, trying to get away from it. Water resisted him at every turn, making his movements sluggish.
But deep inside, he refused to quit. Fighting harder and harder, and O my God I can't breathe and why have you left me Holy Mother and I've got to get away from this and why won't this stop, where is this coming from and get off of me! and let me go! and God my God please don't forsake me, Blessed Virgin hear me and let me go! and I will. not. stop. not stop. never stop pushing and straining and my head hurts but I WILL NOT STOP WILL NOT STOP WILL NOT STOP!!!!
...and suddenly he seemed to push through something and he felt air, blessed holy beautiful air and he breathed in, his lungs screaming with the searing pain of being filled. He didn't look back, didn't wait.
Stumbling, half running half careening, he ran into the dispersing crowds. No more thought except one. I've got to get away, got to get away, away away away....
He was losing it. Rage burned in him and he fervently prayed, tried to strengthen his control. The guy came in for another hit and Bas knew this next one would do it.
Nope. Not him. No fucking way. He never went down. Ever. He swung up the fire-stick into the man's middle, felt the resistance for a moment, then the puncture, the slide in.
He smiled as he saw the man's eyes go wide in surprise, gave a bark of a laugh even as he tasted blood. "That's right, bitch,"
he whispered. The man fell back dropping to his knees and he held on to the stick, felt it pull from the man's body.
The screams and cries around him were just background noise. Finally, it could end. He raised his stick, wanting this fucker to feel it crash into his head.
He felt water pelting him in the face. It kept coming, like heavy rain being driven at you. He couldn't see, he kept closing his eyes to keep from being hit. And it kept coming, more and more, he felt it getting into up his nostrils. He choked and tried to cover his face. He didn't know what was happening. All the anger and rage inside him seemed to drain away, washed away by this storm. And then he was drowning. Standing there, in the middle of the street, he felt like he was floundering in water, just like he had as a child, unable to swim.
His arms windmilled as he tried to dodge or block the water but it didn't matter. I cant breath!!! he thought over and over again, now drowning in panic he prayed but nothing happened.
No! Suddenly he felt the power pulled from him, as if yanked. Terror and loss threatened to overwhelm him. She left him? Why had she left him now? He couldn't breath and the Holy Mother had abandoned him! Hail Mary, full of grace..." The litany played in his mind as the he felt the pain in his lungs, the screaming need to breathe, begged for her mercy.
Like a wild animal he thrashed about, sloshing through the water that surrounded him, pushing through it, trying to get away from it. Water resisted him at every turn, making his movements sluggish.
But deep inside, he refused to quit. Fighting harder and harder, and O my God I can't breathe and why have you left me Holy Mother and I've got to get away from this and why won't this stop, where is this coming from and get off of me! and let me go! and God my God please don't forsake me, Blessed Virgin hear me and let me go! and I will. not. stop. not stop. never stop pushing and straining and my head hurts but I WILL NOT STOP WILL NOT STOP WILL NOT STOP!!!!
...and suddenly he seemed to push through something and he felt air, blessed holy beautiful air and he breathed in, his lungs screaming with the searing pain of being filled. He didn't look back, didn't wait.
Stumbling, half running half careening, he ran into the dispersing crowds. No more thought except one. I've got to get away, got to get away, away away away....