HIGH INTENSITY
a short story by Marthell
The bullet EX carves a hole clean through his head. Shouting and screaming and alarms all around. Smoke and fire and gunshots and ATTENTION moreshouting and CU crying and more screaming. None of this makes sense. It's such an intense sensory overload that the mind washes it all out into white SE noise and visual pollution. All that's left ATTENTION is the body of the dead rodent ME as it falls to the floor. That was my boyfriend.
(it's all fucking over)
EXCUSE ME CAN YOU PLEASE FUCKING LISTEN?
The wolf towers over me with a gun_LEAVE_ shoved in my face, his spittle showering me like a barrage of arrows.
YOU CUNT VIA
His words _THE_are meaningless. I may as well be dead already.
(i'm going to die, i'm really going to die)
YOU WORTHLESS FUCKING CUNT NEAREST BEGGING FOR YOUR LIFE LIKE THE DUMB LITTLE BITCH YOU ARE
Please EXIT_understand. I'm not begging to **_keep** it. He smacks the side of my head with the butt of his gun and I go down.
(it hurts so much, so fucking much)
My head bangs, my body aches and I'm bleeding now too. Well, I suppose it was only a matter of ATTENTION time.
YOU RUINED MY FUCKING ATTENTION LIFE
All I can see from my vantage point on the ground is the gruesome sight of death and disaster. My blood spilling out of me_PLEASE_in slow motion. My boyfriend, the dead rodent, with a hole in his head, his face soaked red.
(it's okay LEAVE)
YOU AND THAT FUCKING RODENT
Then there's a boot. And a foot making contact with my muzzle. My nose explodes in a fountain of blood. I am in pain_VIA_all over. My life is forfeit.
DID YOU KNOW THE THAT?
He's asking me something but words have stopped making sense along with the rest of the world. He's just going to keep killing_NEAREST_ people anyway.
(none of this matters anymore)
YOU MADE MY LIFE A LIVING HELL
Sometimes I used to watch the news. Sometimes you'd see a horrific story about a murderous EXIT rampage. Sometimes they kill a whole family, sometimes they shoot up a school, sometimes they just start going off in public, sometimes they go after a few very personal targets.
HE LOOKS MORE HANDSOME WITH A HOLE THROUGH HIS HEAD ATTENTION DOESN'T HE?
The deadpan, repeating drone of the speaker system telling people to evacuate is so out of place that I would laugh if it weren't for the fact that ATTENTION attempting to move my jaw at this point would cause more pain than it could possibly be worth.
(i'm going to die, none of this matters)
WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO PLEASE SAY ABOUT THAT BITCH?
When I saw all those psychos on the news it was awful, _LEAVE_vomit inducing, nauseating. I was terrified that something like that could happen to somebody I knew. I was terrified that something like that could happen to me.
DO YOU AGREE? STILL WANNA FUCK HIM?
He shoves_VIA_ the muzzle of the gun into my forehead. The only part of his action that surprises me is that I can still feel it.
I'LL JOIN YOU IN HELL BY THE END OF THE THE DAY YOU DISGUSTING CUNT
But I never really believed it would. It couldn't really, could it? That's the stuff of nightmares not reality, at least not my reality. A normal day is so far removed from the violence and bloodshed of real cold-blooded murder that I had no context for it at all.
(it will be okay, i will find peace)
YOU LOOK A LOT PRETTIER ON THE GROUND WITH ALL THAT NEAREST BLOOD POURING OUT OF YOU
Now that I'm here, none of it means a damn to me. I just want that trigger pulled. I don't want to ever think again. I don't want to get up in the morning and deal with any of this. I want to die.
ENJOY OBLIVION
(i will finally find an- EXIT)
*bang*