Horrific jeering, terrified yelling, searing pain running throughout his entire body... Kieran can't make heads or tails of what is going on. There are just so many sounds and none of them make any sense. With the cacophony erupting around him, he tries crawling away, feeling ahead of him with one hand and covering his face with the other. But then he feels what he's pretty sure is something warm, and vaguely arm-like fall against and bounce off his back, and suddenly all he can do is curl up into a ball on his side and wait for what he's pretty sure is death.
At this point, he kind of welcomes it.
When an eerie silence falls on the gruesome scene, the first thing Kieran notices is the sound of his own heavy, staggered breathing and the salty, metallic taste of blood on his lips. He can't tell if it's mixed with any tears, he doesn't even know if he can fully cry anymore. All he knows is that his entire body is wracking in broken sobs and that the searing, unbelievable pain running from where his eyes used to be is piercing through every thought running through his panicked mind.
This is it. He's going to die. He's going to die here.
And if he somehow manages to live through this clusterfuck, he's never going to see again.
Maybe if he's lucky he'll bleed out first. Maybe his prayers will be answered and shock will take over, letting him go peacefully. He already feels lightheaded, complete with a twinge of euphoria stymieing his panic, trying to convince him that giving up may not be the worst thing in the world.
Maybe he should give up. Even though he could have sworn he heard his friends' voices a few moments before, even though it's entirely possible that someone, for once, came to save him, he feels like he should. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice is pushing him to keep going, to keep up hope and faith, but he's finding it difficult to try anymore.
He's still crying, still almost completely paralyzed by agony, but his mind is somewhere else, drifting away, waiting for someone to call it back.
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Horrific jeering, terrified yelling, searing pain running throughout his entire body... Kieran can't make heads or tails of what is going on. There are just so many sounds and none of them make any sense. With the cacophony erupting around him, he tries crawling away, feeling ahead of him with one hand and covering his face with the other. But then he feels what he's pretty sure is something warm, and vaguely arm-like fall against and bounce off his back, and suddenly all he can do is curl up into a ball on his side and wait for what he's pretty sure is death.
At this point, he kind of welcomes it.
When an eerie silence falls on the gruesome scene, the first thing Kieran notices is the sound of his own heavy, staggered breathing and the salty, metallic taste of blood on his lips. He can't tell if it's mixed with any tears, he doesn't even know if he can fully cry anymore. All he knows is that his entire body is wracking in broken sobs and that the searing, unbelievable pain running from where his eyes used to be is piercing through every thought running through his panicked mind.
This is it. He's going to die. He's going to die here.
And if he somehow manages to live through this clusterfuck, he's never going to see again.
Maybe if he's lucky he'll bleed out first. Maybe his prayers will be answered and shock will take over, letting him go peacefully. He already feels lightheaded, complete with a twinge of euphoria stymieing his panic, trying to convince him that giving up may not be the worst thing in the world.
Maybe he should give up. Even though he could have sworn he heard his friends' voices a few moments before, even though it's entirely possible that someone, for once, came to save him, he feels like he should. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice is pushing him to keep going, to keep up hope and faith, but he's finding it difficult to try anymore.
He's still crying, still almost completely paralyzed by agony, but his mind is somewhere else, drifting away, waiting for someone to call it back.