And We All Have a Hell (SmackAgony)

[Red Echo]

"...ngh...nhh..."

The pain was unbearable. Blood and pus seeped down her face, merging with the dusty road around her. She could taste her insides, they spilled out of her mouth. Clutching her bleeding face, she groaned, watching the Dracs clamber onto their motorcycles and zip away.

"No...no, no, no," she whimpered, lifting her hand away to stare at the blood. I can't die, I can't, not now. Oh God, someone help me... Hissing as another wave of pain throttled her, she curled up on herself, trying hard not to sob.

[Can you die from a stab to the face? ._. Cuz if not, I can add some more stab wounds to her, lol]

[smackagony]

Smack hadn't stuck around when the dracs had shown up, but they boy he had been traveling with for the past few weeks had gone out there with an unreliable ray-gun and tried to fight them off. At first he thought that it was his friend bleeding into the dust; he ran over as fast as he could, weapon drawn, ready to come to the boy's rescue.

Only it was the wrong person. He recognized the drac uniform and got ready to shoot, but something stopped him; he knew his friend didn't have a knife on him, yet there was a stab wound in the drac's face.

He stood over her awkwardly, suddenly feeling sober although he could hardly see three feet in front of him.
"What happened here?" He asked, not bending down to help, sure that it was a trap.

[Red Echo]

Trina jumped at the voice, struggling to look through the drac-mask at the person. Stumbling over her words, she peeled off the mask and showed her hands, proving that she was unarmed. "H-help me, I don't want to die, I-I--"

[smackagony]

Smack didn't take his gun down.
"What happened?" he asked again, trying to make himself sound fierce. He thought about killing the drac, but held back. Death by ray-gun was too painful to inflict on somebody so helpless.

[Red Echo]

"I was just--there was a boy, he was-" She gestured out into the road, only just realizing that the Dracs must've taken the boy away.

"He was--" She couldn't say the word. Shaking her head, she continued. "I tried to help him, and they turned on me."

[smackagony]

He wanted to ask her more, but knew that she was too panicked to give a coherent answer. Bending down, he noticed that her only wound was directly in her eyeball; a painful one for sure, but not fatal. The bastards had left her to die of exposure. Without asking permission, he stuck her in the leg with a needle full of slam.

"It hurts a lot worse than it is." he told her, "You'll probably loose the eye, but you'll live if it doesn't get infected."

He waited for the slam to set in before he asked her again.
"What happened, where is Matt?"

[Red Echo]

Her eyes fluttered. She'd never slammed before and the sensations overwhelmed her. Her mouth opened but she found that she had forgotten to talk for a few seconds. Shaking her head, thinking that might clear it a bit, she answered, "The Dracs took 'im. They were takin' turns on 'im, I tried to stop 'em..."

[smackagony]

Smack knelt down next to her, using the water from his canteen to clean off her wound. Alcohol would kill the bacteria and dry it up, and he knew she was too glossed over to feel the sting.

"Sick fucking animals." he mumbled, bandaging the wound. Was that what they did these days? He didn't put it past them. He'd known from the beginning that it happened, it was bound to happen, but he always assumed that that particular horror was reserved mainly for the females; it had been one of his deciding factors in the identity change.

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he worked, his nerves wearing thin; he half-expected to be zapped, dracs hardly ever went traitor and he wasn't sure how much he trusted the other kid.

Even if it was a set up, his parents had taught him better than to leave somebody to die out in the zone.
"Where are you from?" he asked.