Stabbed In The Back

[Kupi]

I honestly don't know where I got this idea. But I wanted to put it in writing, and this was the only place I know where I could publish it. However, I *did* make sure that there was PSO influence within it. A word of warning: it's a bit on the bloody side (though probably mild compared to some things).

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It's an odd feeling to be stabbed in the back. And I'm not talking about my girlfriend dumping me. Guys who say stuff like that are overdramatizing their personal issues. I mean, I was quite literally stabbed in the back. And let me tell you something, it felt weird.

I didn't even see it coming. That stands to reason, actually. One usually doesn't see what's behind them. But I knew what'd happened the instant I saw the green photonic point come through my chest.

Photonic weapons are incredible things. On contact with pretty much anything, they vaporize it. This is usually an upshot, since they never get dull and you don't have to clean them, but for me it wasn't that great. After all, there was a lot of blood in the areas near my back, and it was all just disappearing into the blade that had stabbed me in the back.

Fortunately, that didn't go on for too long, as he took the blade back out rather quickly. It seemed like an eternity until he did, though. That's part of what feels weird about being stabbed in the back... you feel like every second is stretched into several minutes, giving you ample time to contemplate your demise.

I'd have to say that one of the most sickening moments of being stabbed in the back start when the blade is no longer going through your chest. See, without the photon blade to vaporize your blood, it starts to run out the hole and cover your clothes. I tend to wear white clothes, so I was a bit sickened by the way the redness washed down through my shirt from the top and started to drip off once the garment was soaked.

That eternity was a bit shorter than the others, though. I'd hardly noticed the blood flowing over my clothes when I started to fall. That took a while. I hit my knees first, then I collapsed fully. I honestly thought that I'd be dead at this point, but I was still going... driven by the thought that I had to get him back. If I stopped focusing on that thought, I was a goner. I had to get him back!

I heard him say, "No... leave him to the Sharks." I really didn't care who or what the Sharks were, but it was nasty. Just like him! I had to get him back for all of this. The stabbing, the leaving me to the Sharks... everything he'd done to me was wrong, and I had to get him back. And I had to live so I could get him back.

I had to get him back...
I had to get him back...

I had to get him back...

I h a d t o g e t h i m b a c k . . .

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...man, what a strange dream.

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And there you have it. I don't really plan to continue in this kind of writing, but I'll appreciate any kind of feedback! ^_^

[HUnewearl_Meira]

As a matter of fact, that was just the slightest bit strange. But... I liked it nonetheless. Very descriptive, and qutie vivid at that. A somewhat obscure event to portray. Good show, old chap!

[Kupi]

Does anyone else have an opinion?

...did anyone else even read it? O_o()

I'd kinda like feedback on this, to know if an attempt at writing a fanfic would be a viable engagement. (general level of quality should be about the same)

[War_Child]

Nice! ^_^ Interesting intro o_O

[BWS-1]

general level of quality? I think you can't just rate a fic, or put it in a row with others and judge them. Each and every fic has it's own style (since each and every fic writter is different). And to be honost with you ... I like your style!

Next chapter : ''Shot in the knee-cap'' maybe? teehee



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[Ron]

hmm well now I know what it would be like if I ever got stabbed with a photon blade O_o;; ...ouchie

[Hikosaka]

I think this would make a great intro into a longer fic...photon blades really hurt. O_o;;

I want to see more.

[Kupi]

Hiko's words inspired me... I guess I'll just have to continue this. ^_^ It won't get too long, though... I'll save length for my next fanfic.

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I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. It was hard to wake up, as one usually finds it when they've had a disturbing dream. I had extra reason to be disturbed, though. My dreams usually came true.

That thought had come without me realizing it. I had to go back and "reread" it, so to speak. My dreams usually came true. I told myself that was silly. Any of the dreams that had come true were the ones about indigestion or tripping. People get indigestion and trip all the time. It could certainly be a coincidence.

I had to wonder, though. One has so many dreams that one doesn't remember during the night. How much of my life had I prophesied in my slumber?

My Simple Mailer beeped from the table in my apartment's living room. I've always found that beep annoying, and more so when it beeps to tell me to get out of bed. But I had to get up anyway, or else it would never stop beeping. I grabbed the corner of my bedsheets and threw it towards the opposite corner, which produced a light fluttering sound. That's one of my favorite sounds.

Still slightly groggy, I sifted through my closet for an outfit to wear. With my growing annoyance at the Simple Mailer's incessant cry, I ceased to care about what clothes I wore, so long as I could shut that stupid machine up sooner. My hands produced a hanger with a white outfit. I paused momentarily, but shook off the odd feeling and proceded to put on the garments haphazardly.

I couldn't stand it any more. Hardly remembering to actually open the door before trying to go through it, I ran to the table that sat in my living room, grabbed the Simple Mailer, and punched the "receive" button furiosly. At last, that horrid beeping came to an end!

The Simple Mail was from my friend. He wanted to explore the underground caves area because he was sick of beating up the Boomas in the forest. I still wasn't thinking straight, but I couldn't very well leave him waiting for my response. Hastily, I typed out an agreement and placed the Simple Mailer in my pants pocket. If my friend wanted to say anything else, I'd know about it.

I wasn't very good at hunting yet, and neither was my friend. As such, I hardly needed an item pack... but I decided that I should take it anyway. Always best to be prepared.

My apartment's door opened, I stepped through, and it closed. After locking it, and set off for our usual meeting point.

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As always, feedback is appreciated.

[Hikosaka]

I really like what you've got so far. You've got a great writing style, very clear and descriptive. Write some more!

[Kupi]

Chapter 3. That's about there is to say.

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My friend and I met at our usual place: the weapon shop in the convoy ship Miranda, block 5. The meeting spot was of my friend's choosing. He has some kind of fixation with weapons. Weapons, what good are they? One good swipe from a Booma's claws and they're damaged, broken, or useless to you because you haven't got an arm any more.

Magic keeps going as long as you do. I find magic comforting, especially the warmth given by a forming Foie as it grows within your soul, finding its outlet through the arm of your choice, freeing itself upon the world at your command, yet at the same impossible to stop once you've started. Foie is my favorite spell.

We greeted each other wordlessly, with nothing more than a mere nod in each other's direction, followed by a mutual march in the direction of the the transport station leading directly to the underground caves of the planet Ragol, where untold horrors awaited us. We knew each other well enough to not need words. A good thing, too: my friend refuses to speak before, during, and after a hunt. I don't know why he does that, but it annoys me.

Why doesn't he talk during a hunt? Does he want extra focus? Does extra focus even matter to a weapon-lover? I thought magic was the only thing that required focus to use. Could he--

These thoughts had clouded my mind, blurring the trip to the teleport station. Like a pitifully programmed andriod, I had continued my endless trek forward until I had crashed into unmoved mechanical doorway that separated the common people from immediate attack on Ragol.

Still muted, my friend simply reached out a hand to the side. He wasn't even looking at me, with his head or his eyes. His hand simply reached out to help me. Gladly, I took it and pulled myself up. I ignored the chortles of the passing townspeople. This kind of thing happened to me all the time.

My friend and I presented our licenses to the guards. It was a mandatory ID check. You had to show them that you had passed special training courses that prepared you for hunting in general, as well as prove that you were appropriately experienced to enter the area you were trying to transport to.

My friend's license card had six green stars. Level six. Mine had two. My friend could enter the caves, I couldn't. At least, not on my own. Hunters were allowed to enter an area that they didn't have clearance for, if a cleared hunter was with them. My friend was cleared, so I could go along with him.

Transportation is an odd feeling. It starts even before they ship you off to wherever you're going, as the machine's pad starts to quiet in preparation and everyone around starts to stare at you. It seems to take an eternity, yet it happens in a matter of moments.

Then the floor drops out from under your feet. But only after you're blinded by a flash of light. You can see an endless stream of colors steaking past your eyes so quickly that it all becomes a blur. I believe that I'm one of the lucky few people who realizes this... the streak of colors and barrage of sounds is really everything you're transporting past, blurred by the incredible pace.

But then it's over. You're there, having travelled for an instant and an eternity.

I was there... in a cave of red stone and incredible heat. My friend and I exchanged glances, nodded, and stepped into the inferno together.

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All feedback appreciated, from just about anyone.