The desert,


    Funny how the scorching murderous heat of the day becomes so frigid and lifeless at night.


    The cold hard wind that slaps you across the face,


    The mosquitoes buzzing at smell of blood,


    The sharp claws pressed firmly on my neck ready to tear out my esophagus in a moment’s notice,


    The dark shadows of overhead clouds projected on the sand.


    It all feels somehow,


    Enchanting.


    <Grabbing the hand on my throat>


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    “Kill me then!” I yell shoving hard backwards.


    Jissepi appears from the shadows stabbing the humanoid creature in jaw


    Blood sputters everywhere as it attempts to shout for help


    [Eleven] “Arrows incoming boss!”


    Grabbing One’s body Jissepi defends the shots


    One flails around frantically eventually ceasing all movement


    If he wasn’t dead yet he is now


    [Jissepi] “You two, in front of me now” he says flinging One to the side


    “We have to keep moving.”


    I give Eleven a look,


    This may be the best chance to get rid of the bastard


    He shakes his head giving me a scared look


    Fuck it


    I’ll do this on my own


    Baring my dagger, I walk towards the boss


    I can almost taste it,


    Murder.


    When did I become so insensitive?


    Was I always like this?


    I feel the drops of sweat sliding down my arm,


    My heart thumping slowly


    I tighten the grip on my dagger as it feels moist in my hand


    Everything sounds so noisy


    Maybe if I do this,


    It will end


    I raise my hand to his back


    Everything stops


    Silence, I hear my heartbeat


    My lungs are bursting,


    I try to exhale, nothing comes out


    The cold desert air, I can’t feel it anymore.


    I’m in…...Water?