Celrdrrun Part 2

A kick connects with my side, crushing what I thought were my ribs, now a thick paste inside my armor. I slam into a large stone, splitting it. I hear running water as I come to, and see a figure standing over me.
“It took you long enough. Now, since you tried so hard to find me, how would you like to die?” The sun glares behind his black helmet and glowing green eyes. I know it is him, Celrdrrun. I spit out my words with vitriol.
“Celrdrrun. You destroyed my planet. I’m going to destroy you.”
“I destroy a lot of planets. All that work to find me for revenge? How disappointing. I’d hoped for more.”
“It doesn’t matter, you destroyed my planet, and I’m going to kill you.”
“In that pathetic armor?”
“It looks to me like yours is the cheap imitation.”
“… Pff. You fool, this suit is made of the best and most distilled engineering imaginable, and is the most powerful cyber-pure construction in all of the cosmos. My cloak and cape incite me nerveless, and I’ve altered the weapon systems, upgraded to Fluorographic power, a beyond vehement technology.” I can sense it, his suit is unalive, never hasn’t been. It was created, artificial. “You’re bleeding to death after those measly beetles nearly took you out. What chance do you have? How much power could you possibly have?”
“More than enough to rip out your spine and make this planet your grave.”
He attacks me, kicking me into a tree that gently falls over against other of the many trees. He walks over to me slowly. I have trouble standing, holding the gaping hole in my abdomen as my new blood joins this earth, and quickly I’m subdued. Through constant pain, disgraced, he slams his fist into the back of my head, and I hit the ground again, remaining there. He casually walks around, becoming verbose of his past exploits and immense power. I gather myself, and fire a gravity sphere at him, which he merely brushes off, only serving to annoy him further.
“I know the perfect solution for you. I’m going to tear that stupid looking suit of armor off of you piece-by-piece.”
“Just try it,” I say as I stand up, and leap at him, attacking, but before I reach him, he swings his fists into my chest, thundering me back into the dirt and stone. I bounce back, and strike out at him with my right, connecting, and send him to the ground. He grabs my arm on the way down, and quickly recovers, and rises, slamming me into the ground, holding me by the leg. He tears off the armor covering my leg. The agony is mind splitting. He tosses me into the air, and expels a giant green flame from his eyes, scorching me. I hit the beach, smoking, singed, and blackened. He picks me up by the throat, and begins his work, ripping piece after piece off of me. My eye beams naturally fire out of self defense, to no effect. I can only assume he thinks that this suit was simply being worn, and not a part of me. I do not know if I’m even still human or if this suit has become my body. Shapeless bloodied limbs are all that is left of my torso.
“Any last words?”
“You will pay for planet Loameria”
“Ha! Loameria? How amazing that you will die for the one place I’m not fully responsible for: I was hired to destroy that pitiful planet by a being who called himself Kænus. Not that it will do you any good to know that now.”
I cough up my boiling blood.
“Now, what was it that you said do to me before? Rip out my spine? That sounds like a pretty good idea.”
He slams me down onto the sand of the beach, holds my head down with his foot, reaches deep into the center of my back, taking hold of my spine, and tears it out with one quick pull. The world goes black. He blasts a hole in the beach near the water, and tosses my body into the hole, burying it under three feet of sand and dirt. I can hear the running water.

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3 Responses to “Celrdrrun Part 2”

  1. Well, I think it’s safe to say he fission mailed his attempt at revenge, lol. Nice battle. I like the differences in their armor. Of course, the spine getting pulled out must have hurt like hell.

    Hope there’s another part to this story!

  2. “I can only assume he thinks that this suit was simply being worn, and not a part of me. I do not know if I’m even still human or if this suit has become my body.” and “He slams me down onto the sand of the beach, holds my head down with his foot, reaches deep into the center of my back, taking hold of my spine, and tears it out with one quick pull.” Wow, you are realllllllllllly good at descriptive-gore-style writing. I loooove that last sentence. It’s so brutal and vivid. I really never thought I’d enjoy this style writing, but it’s very appealing. I hope you are not truly dead….Kænus is still out there!! Quickly, you must recover!

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