RedDwarfRedDwarf : Slip under, to the edge of death.



You're fading. You can hear voices shouting. You hear someone screaming WhiteDwarfWhiteDwarf's name, and someone else, screaming yours. You struggle to shout back to them. Yes! This is your moment of victory! You strain with all your might to yell some celebratory call to them. You do not move. You make no sounds. Your lungs heave, struggling to keep you from being dragged down by the weight of a bullet, maybe more, left inside you.

Not now. Please, not right at the moment you've hoped for, for so long. Not now...


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