Oo! Writing snippets. My speciality over in the Ash Forum. This one's for Spacer Shepards.
"Jo... hn?" The soft, whisper of pain came from down the hall. Shepard's head snapped around quickly, imediately recognising the voice. He saw three Cerberus centurions all with their guns trained down on a motionless woman. Rage boiled his blood and his vision went red, with more fury than he thought he ever would possess, he sprinted towards them, his pistol firing round after round.
"Get the hell away from her!!!" The first shot hit the first trooper in the temple perfectly, the second and third quickly turned around, by the time they did, Shepard's bullets had already rattled the second trooper. The third tried to fire, but Shepard punched the rifle arm aside and buried the pistol deep into the underside of the man's chin, firing and painting the ceiling in blood and brains.
Casting the weapon aside, Shepard dashed to the figure.
"Captain!" He gushed desperately, "Captain, Wake up please!"
"J-john?" Her eyes cracked open, turning her blurry gaze onto Shepard. A little, pained chuckle followed by a grunt escaped her lips. "If that's not you..." She groaned, "I'm gonna be pissed."
"Its me, Captain. Hold on. I'll get you some help and we can get the hell out of here!" Shepard tried to inspect her wound, only to find that it was far worse than he originally feared. A normal person would have been unconscious already. He sure as hell didn't inherit stubborness from his drunkard of a father, that's for certain. The somber thought passed in his mind, she's not going to make it. Her next words all but confirmed it.
"You and I... both know that I should already be dead. I'm just glad that I got to see your face before I went."
"Don't talk like that." Shepard all but snapped, "There is no way in seven hells that I'm gonna give up on you! Not my own mother!"
Hannah laughed once more, but it came acros more like a amused grunt. Her blood-covered hand reached up shakily, brushing his cheek and resting there. Her blood smeared across his face, but he didn't care. "I'm not going to make this, Johnny." She whispered, blood seeped through her lips and trickled down the edges of her mouth, her lips pressed together in a thin line. "Stay alive. For me, and everyone else."
"I will, I swear it." Shepard felt the tears trying to surface in his own eyes as he rested his hand on his mother's, Hannah's were already flowing down her face in rivers. "I'll live. And kill these things. Every last one of them. I'll avenge you and everyone else!"
"Good boy..." Hannah coughed out some blood. "I love you.. my beautiful boy."
"I love you too, Mum." John felt the hand on his cheek go limp slowly, and the life fade from her eyes. Tenderly, he reached and slid her eyelids closed.
Modifié par Aurora313, 07 novembre 2011 - 10:58 .
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