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Spacewalkers 72
The elevator doors parted in different directions, revealing the inside of a metal booth, upholstered in wood in the old style of the sixties. Once inside, I turned around to face the closing doors. My gaze slowly lowered to see small streaks of blood trailing from the elevator doors.Looking down, I noticed blood dripping from the gloves mixed with everything else. In the joints between the fingers, where the metal was connected by some kind of elastic lining, someone's long hair was stuck, which I immediately pulled out, throwing it aside.The unpleasant consequences of the death of many people. They always leave a lot of dirt behind. It is even surprising why nature made death so dirty? Is it really only in order to thereby scare away all other predators from the body and let it decompose becoming fertilizer?If so, then humanity has broken this primary cycle. Those students definitely can't become fertilizer for anything. They are cremated, and the ashes will be scattered somewher
Spacewalkers 73
Strange feeling.You seem to have experienced remembering, you know that they are in your head, and you can even feel them, but you can’t see them. It's akin to taking an old disc from the shelf, inserting it into the player and it won't play, it's damaged. So do I.- Don't you remember? Marcus was sincerely surprised. “Well, no wonder, she warned about something like that.- Can you continue your story? I ask irritably, feeling my temples begin to squeeze.“Okay,” Marcus replied with a shrug as he walked around Rene.He took a chair, and passing a little closer to me, placing it next to me.“Sit down, I see you are not well,” he said in a voice full of sympathy and concern.His hand rested on my shoulder, forcing me to gently, but at the same time, adamantly sink into the seat.Then, smiling, he stepped aside breaking the distance and showing his empty hands.Why such courtesy?But thanks to this thoughtful gesture on his part, I was able to sit back in my chair and allow myself to r
Spacewalkers 74
My fingers closed around Katherine's throat. I could feel it shrinking, trying to get at least a breath of life-giving air, but I didn't let it happen.All.End.Removing my hand, I looked at the pale face of the girl with her eyes closed. Heavy, greedy sighs escape my lips, as if I had just been strangled, not her. Not enough oxygen, dizzy.I didn't want to end up like this. Did not want.Yielding to a conscientious impulse, I felt the artery on her neck with two fingers - there is a pulse, but weak.Already happy. I was afraid that I would kill her, I would overdo it with force. After all, he could break her cervical vertebrae with gloves, or somehow harm her.Crap…Is it all worth it? Since when am I ready to strangle a person for the sake of some ephemeral piece of information?“Sorry, Kat,” I whisper, looking at her face.Bending down a little, I kiss her on the forehead, and then I get up and walk towards the descent. I feel extremely lousy at this moment. Somewhat overly emotio
Spacewalkers 75
After all, it will not be possible to get everything and clean it.Mistakes are not allowed.- I'll free you! Now is the time! Marcus snapped out of his seat.He ran up to Rena and grabbed her by the waist and turned her back to him. He pressed something on the device hanging on his belt, and then, with a buzzing sound, began to inject a huge amount of a drug that enhances abilities through the tubes.Rene started screaming in pain again, but this time her agony was stronger. The girl fell to the floor, began to writhe, bend, tear her clothes and scratch her skin.I can't even imagine how she feels right now.“Be patient, dear,” Marcus whispered, stroking her bald head, “It’s okay, you have to do this, remove the pain, endure it and free HER, even if you yourself have to die.”Who is locked up there? What woman is so important to Marcus that he is ready to give people's lives for her? What should I do? To stop him?Not! I've gone too far! You can not stop half way because of your own
Spacewalkers Epilogue
The noise of the crowd in the bar forced me to break away from my own thoughts, interrupting them like TV static, preventing me from focusing on what had happened in the past.I would like to forget all this altogether, throw it away and move on with my life.But it's hard to do all this, sitting in an old bar, drinking cheap diluted beer while grimacing at the putrid smell of people around, and also watching another reminder on TV ...“It's been a week since that horrific incident when a group of supervillains took over the Superhero Academy, set off explosions all over Yuniopolis, and released the prisoners from Ironville Prison.Here, in time with the voice of the pretty girl of the announcer, frames of devastation began to appear on the screen. Destroyed to the ground houses, formed as if they were made of playing cards. Burning shopping centers, churches, administrations, and, behold, the prison itself in all its glory, in the iron wall of which a huge hole gapes.It turns out th
Spacewalkers 1
Sharp claws dig into the hand, tear the skin, turn the muscles that were once inflated by long workouts into a kind of rag with holes in the floor. Burning pain slowly spreads through the nerves reaching the brain. Curved fangs, yellowish from plaque, bite into the thigh, bite through the skin. Strong jaws close on the artery and tear it off along with a piece of muscle. I can't help it anymore, I scream in pain. My brain is in a panic frenzy trying to force my body to fight, to fight on for its own life.The fingers so desperately clinging to the rocky floor clench into a fist that flies towards the goblin's head. There is a crunch, the phalanges of the fingers crumbled from a strong and desperate blow on a hard skull. The monster, as if not sensing my desperate efforts, clutched my hand harder. I screamed again, and then I saw with horror how a bared mouth, spotted with small teeth, rushed into my throat ...Screaming in fear, I opened my eyes abruptly assuming a sitting position. T
Spacewalkers 2
- Farce? I ... - the girl fell silent without saying, and then sighing tiredly, she said, - You can not believe me. You can imagine whatever you want. But I need your help, Cyril.The fact that she called me by my first name didn't really surprise me. It's not strange that those who hold you hostage know everything about you. I would laugh if they didn't even know my name. That would be laughter.But they just mock me, just like this girl. They keep me in a trap, mock me. They are asked to play along with this crazy scenario. This is starting to get annoying!- Fuck you all! - I shouted from the bottom of my heart to the entire ruined street and turned away from the girl.Having released all my anger in this single impulse, I abruptly became indifferent. She can hit me in the back, I won’t even turn around, everything is already so tired. I quickly went wherever my eyes looked, past the bloody and torn bodies, past the destroyed walls of buildings and collapsed skyscrapers. I just kep
Spacewalkers 3
My "resurrection" or transmigration into a new body was not accompanied by any visual effects or auditory hallucinations. There were also no visions of the past, the future. There really was nothing at all. I just appeared in a new body and didn't even really feel it. It felt like it was my own. It just hurt wildly.In fact, as soon as I came to my senses, I felt a wild pain all over my body. She was familiar to me. I remember her. And how to forget her? Such pain settles in the subcortex when you wallow beaten behind garages trying to get cigarettes out of your pocket with shaking hands. It drives in with every blow, methodically, monotonously and aggressively. This is not a fight with punks for the attention of some beautiful girl and not a showdown of who called whom an idiot behind their backs, no. This is a methodical beating, so that a person understands something, remembers it. Only inveterate maniacs and schemers beat like this, it is important for them to teach a lesson so th