Damnation chapter 1

An arrow to the chest, for some this is a lethal wound, I guess this applies to me as well.
A couple of years ago I could easily endure a nuke with only a couple of bruises but then I got an arrow thru my heart, the cold tip of the arrowheads steel chilled my blood and brought me pain to every ounce of my body, the funny thing is I didn’t died that day, I snapped the arrow and carried on, ignoring the pain and getting on with the fight, any other wound wouldn’t be effective so I just needed to get use to it.

After this time I bleed again and the pain helps me remember that this is a wound that can’t be ignored but I can’t do a thing, although the wound will kill me, i don’t want to be waiting for this to finish me off.

My last battles showed something I feared the most, that arrow is rendering me vulnerable, I am now an easy target and the puddle of blood I’m in just redundantly remember to me that there’s no other choice, I got to  go to her, she is the only one that can finish this one way or another.

I got up and go for the door, this last wound was enough to take me down, but I guess I’m too stubborn to die just like that, I still feel the blades slicing me mercilessly while I feel the cold blade of a dagger in my back, it’s enough, I can’t take the pain but I won’t be able to either heal nor die if I don’t go to her.

The death await to claim me, that should be easy, but after being torn by countless blades and stabbed till the steel broke on my back leaving the blade there is not enough to end my life so. They decided to go, I guess an opponent that won’t die is no fun and neither some bloody slob on the floor… lucky, I get to carry on.

It seems that the arrow is worse than I imagined, it won’t let me die but the pain in all the way will stay, every muscle cramping and the blood being pumped out by my own heart, never thought that there would be such a horrible torment, even the air burns my lungs as I breath in and choke me on the way out.

Picking myself up is pretty hard, the arrowhead keeps everything going hurting all my body but what’s more, my soul, angst and sadness clouds my mind, the pressure on my chest is worse, but now that is maiming my soul is ten times worse and yet it keeps me conscious and feeling every bit of my wounds.

I just got one thing that will get me to her and get this over with but hope is hard to fit in when all you got is pain.