# HIGH INTENSITY

Author: Marthell
Tags: Blood, Death, Experimental, Flash Fiction, Gore, No-Yiff, Short Story, Transgressive, Violence

_a short story by Marthell_

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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\***

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/XnrXNBoe