Micro-scenes

Unimaginatively titled, and quite short. Some even have images!

KAT & DAVE

Kat:I gasp sharply as the blade sinks into my guts, gazing questioningly at my husband.

Dave:You shudder as shock sets in, an agonized expression on your face, but how can I explain that I have to kill you?

Kat:I drop a hand to touch the blade, to feel my blood running down its length.

"Why?"

Dave:"You were getting too close to the truth."

I twist the sword slightly, cutting more of you up.

Kat:I don't understand. What truth? I shake my head as a numbness spreads, shifting to grab you by the shoulders.

Dave:"You saw the file on the computer, the transcript I'd downloaded?"

I should've never saved those conversations but it had been a moment of weakness for which you have to pay.

Kat:My eyes widen when you finish speaking. I was being murdered over a computer file?

"I won't tell?"

Dave:I move the sword, dragging a groan out of you.

"It's too late for that. This is fatal unless seen to. And that ain't going to happen."

Kat:"Ahh."

I sigh in resignation, letting go of you and feeling my entire weight being supported by the razor-thinness of your sword.

Dave:The blade easily slices through you before I can withdraw it, blood cascading from your terrible wound.

"Kat, no."

Kat:I offer a weak smile but I don't think you mean it when you say my name. You actually said you'd already killed me.

Dave:There's nothing I can do for you now, even if I wanted to. Casting the sword aside I cradle your dying body.

Kat:Everything's going cold, except for where you're supporting me. The blood I'm now covered in is sticky, my last sensation being one of unpleasantness.

Dave:I lower your body to the floor, disentangling myself, and collect the sword, wiping the blade clean using your skirt.

"I'm sorry Kat. I didn't have a choice."

CARSON & FIONA

Carson:Bullets spark as they bounce off the car, glass shatters after a lucky shot. You huddle next to me, eyes wide with fright.

Fiona:I tightly grip my pistol, scooting further behind the cover of a front wheel as a bullet ricochets under the car and between us.

"We'll make it out of this won't we?"

Carson:"Sure we will."

My mind races as I try to figure out how though. The cops have us pretty boxed in, the only other way out a fire escape we can't use.

Fiona:I try peeking over the car at the cops, ducking when a bullet whizzes past.

"They're closer Carson."

Carson:"I know." I glance at the fire escape, a reckless plan coming to me. "Make a break for that fire escape. I'll provide the distraction."

Fiona:I blanch but nod determinedly, tucking my pistol into the waistband of my trousers and shifting so I can instantly start running.

"Good luck Carson."

Carson:I gesture for you to start moving and then stand, lifting my pistol and opening fire. I think I see a cop go down but my attention is grabbed by a piercing cry behind me.

Fiona:There's a sudden burning pain in my chest and the ground is quickly rising towards me. I twist, landing on my side, and reach for the location of the pain.

Carson:My split attention costs me dear, multiple shots hitting me. I can only drop against the car, a cough bringing up a red mist, and look at you.

Fiona:I'm scrabbling at the tarmac, blood pooling beneath me. I can see you slumped over and our gazes meet for a second before movement draws my eyes beyond you.

Carson:I look up as a heavyset cop comes round the side of the car, his pistol already pointing at my head. I tense as he starts to pull the trigger, a bright flash eclipsing everything.

Fiona:Your head snaps back when hit, gore painting the car door, and I let out a painful scream. Your killer unhurriedly walks over and squats, running his eyes over my form, before shaking his head and aiming his pistol at mine…

A CHALLENGER APPROACHES: LUNARA V KARANWE

LUNARA

KARANWE

Lunara:I stride out onto the sands of Drukhar's finest arena, the roar of the crowds music to my ears. Accepting the twin blades that marks my specialty I slowly walk a circuit, stoking the crowds' excitement.

Karanwe:You preen like a slut. I shake my head at your display, more style over substance, and linger just inside the tunnel.

Lunara:I turn towards your tunnel, pointing at a blade in your direction.

"Champion! Your time is over!"

Karanwe:I step out from the tunnel, the roar growing to be almost unbearable. I smirk at the paling of your face and solidly plant my spear into the sand.

"Try it newcomer."

Lunara:Tired old cunt. I lightly dash towards you, blades singing as they cut through the air.

Karanwe:As you sprint at me I pull my spear up, twirling it around me in an admittedly-flashy display. My spear ends up with the tip aimed directly at your belly. If I threw it I could end this.

Lunara:I'm insulted by the obvious telegraphing but still... Checking my advance I scuttle to your left, seeking an opening as you turn to keep me in your sight.

Karanwe:"You've already shown your fear. Surrender now and I'll give you a quick death."

Lunara:I try not to show how rattled I really am and rush in for an attack, flailing wildly without any finesse.

Karanwe:I smirk as you go wild but brace myself. It's the wild ones who do unexpected things and that's how you lose. I take a quick breath and flip my spear to be horizontal, holding it in the middle of the shaft.

Lunara:Both swords flick out towards you, seeking as much as possible your thighs and neck.

Karanwe:I block your first strike, the impact making the spear shiver, but have to quickly leap back to avoid the second, your blade almost touching the skin.

Lunara:A grin appears on my face at how close I'd got and I press forward while you're off-balance, always keeping my swords in motion.

Karanwe:It takes a moment for me to find my footing, deflecting your strikes almost automatically, but I manage to catch your right hip with the butt of my spear.

Lunara:A snarl is forced from me as I stumble. I twist to glare at you, ducking below your spear with a curse.

Karanwe:You duck and I smile, reversing my swing and angling it downward. The shaft again strikes you, harder this time, and I pull back.

Lunara:Hot blood courses from the cut in my side and I scuttle away from you, pressing a hand against the wound.

Karanwe:I laugh as the crowds jeer at you, stalking after you.

"First blood to me newcomer!"

Lunara:I grit my teeth against the taunt, throwing a sword away rather than wield it with a bloody palm.

"I'll still win bitch."

I charge at you with a cry.

Karanwe:You're blinded by rage and that gives me the edge. I brace my spear against the sand and tense against the inevitable shock of impact.

Lunara:There's a sharp pain in my stomach and my charge falters as I look down. Your spear sticks into me, lodged deep in my guts, and I groan as I drop to my knees.

Karanwe:Your fall breaks the wood of the spear shaft and so I step forward, taking the sword from your unresisting hand. With a flourish I come to be behind you and place the sword-tip at your collar bone, pushing it down while the crowds roar in celebration.

CARTER & DANA

DANA

Carter:I knew I was in trouble the moment I spotted you amid the ruins. By then half my men were down and I could only watch you take down the rest as we scramble for cover.

Dana:There's a joy in me as I fire on you and your troops. Taking life is addictive, arousing, and I feel heat build as men drop.

Carter:I press myself against the fragment of wall until you stop shooting, until the last of my men have stopped moving. After a moment of silence I peer out, catching sight of you.

Dana:I place a hand on my abdomen, feeling my inner core gently quivering, and an eager smirk graces my features. I'm just one killing away from climax, and you're the last one of your squad left.

Carter:I glance away from your lasciviousness, using the time to check my rifle, before crouching, darting for another piece of broken wall.

Dana:Movement gets my attention and I fire a burst at you, panting in excitement as the vibrations shake me.

Carter:Shots throw up brick dust as I dive into relative safety. Gasping for breath I clutch my rifle, turning slowly and placing the weapon's barrel on the wall.

Dana:Sunlight glints off your scope and I glance skyward with a thankful prayer. I swap the clip of my rifle, the sound seeming impossibly loud, and scurry from my perch.

Carter:Your olive skin is just different enough to be noticeable among the sandy mud and I'm able to follow your progress, taking a snapshot.

Dana:I skip back as a bullet flies past, nipples involuntarily hardening as my arousal spikes. I know where you are, factored it into my advance. Still nearly got plugged!

Carter:You're now more exposed and I fire a burst.

"This is for my men bitch."

Dana:The bullet's impact triggers a climax and I prettily moan, a hand cupping my pierced breast.

"Come out warrior! I am bested!"

Carter:I cautiously stand, keeping my rifle trained on you. I doubt I need to though, you're fondling the breast I hit, completely oblivious to everything beyond yourself.

Dana:I watch you approach through a haze of pleasure and pain, hands hurriedly working to remove my clothing and expose myself.

"Fill me full of lead!"

Carter:You're swaying on your feet, moaning each time a finger brushes your wound. I point my rifle at your other breast, your navel, watching you sink further into lustful self-destruction.

Dana:My scream bounces off the ruins, the noise full of pleasurable agony. I put a hand over my navel, feeling the blood steadily dribbling out, and drop to my knees, tipping my head back to stare heavenward.

Carter:Your pose is too good an opportunity to miss and I quickly fire three shots. One buries into your heart, one tears through your neck, one makes a third eye in your forehead. All three throw you onto your back, limbs spread haphazardly, and I step closer to your body. Dogtags are on a necklace around your neck and you arch up when I pull them off, falling back into the growing pool of blood when the necklace snaps.

SANDI & IZZY

SANDI

IZZY

Sandi:You stand in the street outside the post office, facing me. Your hands are twitching, itching to grab the revolvers slung low about your hips.

Izzy:"I own this town bitch! Run back east!"

Slut. I've put effort into taking over in this cesspit, too much to let some bimbo from the coast muscle in.

Sandi:I scoff at your words, flicking my hair back as the wind blows tumbleweed between us. I can feel a trickle of sweat disappearing into my cleavage, lick my lips, and snatch my own revolver out.

Izzy:Loud shots echo along the street, I was perhaps a second slower than you on the draw, and my eyes widen.

Sandi:The double blow spins me round and down. I caress my stomach, touching the holes you put there, and grimace as I climb back to my feet.

Izzy:I snort as your pistol lazily waves about, spreading my arms wide.

"Clear target bitch. Bet you can't hit a barn from the inside."

Sandi:I squint through the pain, aiming at your exposed navel. Such a nice target.

Izzy:I double over when your shot destroys my belly button, penetrating deep into me. I force myself straight, a snarl on my face, and fire both revolvers.

Sandi:I cradle my tits, their rosy tips obliterated, and drop to my knees. I'm panting, woozy from heat and blood loss, but not out, with effort bringing up my arm.

Izzy:My knees turn inward and my hands cup the torn-apart mound between my legs, eyes watering as waves of pain surge outward. I stagger forward though, dripping blood, and point a revolver between your ruined tits.

Sandi:I glare up at you, spitting a wad of blood onto the street. I copy your earlier action, spreading my arms out.

"Take the shot then. This town ain't yours anymore anyway."

Izzy:I pull the trigger, watch you slump back onto a padded ass. I let myself down beside you, clutching at the wounds you inflicted, and wonder who'll turn up to take over as my eyes slip shut...

REBECCA & CASEY

Rebecca:I softly move along the corridor, keeping near to one wall. I'm testing the path I take, the soles of my black bodystocking only slightly thicker than the rest of it.

Casey:I watch you on a security monitor, admiring your figure from head to toe. It's obvious you haven't spotted the camera, even most of the employees don't know of it, but you must be experienced at sneaking into places you shouldn't.

Rebecca:I reach the door I want, unmarked except for a number, and take a multitool from a pouch at my waist. I kneel so I can peer at the lock, adjusting the night-vision goggles I'm wearing.

Casey:Fuck that's an ass. I tear myself away from watching you before standing, collecting my pistol from the office's small equipment locker. Either I stop you getting into that room or stop you leaving.

Rebecca:I overcome the lock and it clicks, a triumphant grin on my face. Pushing open the door I step into the room beyond, swapping the multitool for a set of USB sticks as I eye each of the computers I can see.

Casey:I press my back against the wall as I approach. I can see the door swing shut, a muttered curse spilling from my lips, and tighten the grip I have on my pistol, preparing to fire as soon as I see you.

Rebecca:A sound in the corridor makes me pause as I'm plugging the USB sticks into the computers. Casting a glance at the door, seeing a button to unlock it from inside the room, I shake my head at my silliness. The contact said all the security systems had been fixed to hide my activities.

Casey:I try to think who'd sent you while I wait. The room's a secure lab, kept off the building's networks, so no way am I throwing bullets around in there. I'm coming up blank though, outside the company only the government knew of what we'd been contracted to make.

Rebecca:One by one the USB sticks chime and I hurriedly grab them, slipping them back into the pouch. I'm impatient once the mission hits the exfil stage, something my handler says I need to work on, and dart back out to the corridor, turning to leave the way I came.

Casey:Against my better judgement I let you get a few steps while watching the play of muscles in your back and ass, succumbing to a growing lust. I raise my pistol and fire, seeing you jerk as you're struck in the lower back.

Rebecca:I can suddenly see my shadow, there's light behind me!, and prepare to run, staggering forward as I'm seemingly punched in the back. Reflexively I twirl, lifting my leg to kick my attacker, only to be blinded and I rip my goggles off.

Casey:I notice the shiny patch of fabric at your abdomen, my shot's gone straight through you, but it's your eyes that get me. The soul behind the green orbs is so young and I shake my head at the waste before firing again.

Rebecca:I feel another punch, I think I saw muzzle flash, and stumble. My gut feels on fire and I put a hand against my belly, a shine appearing on my gloves. I know what's happening but refuse to accept it, my gaze pleading with the shadowy figure behind the light.

Casey:You're dead on your feet and it's nothing less than what would happen if others caught you. I ignore your desire for compassion and adjust my aim.

Rebecca:There's a third punch, to my chest this time, and the floor is rushing up towards me. I try to catch myself, failing with a pained groan, and everything goes woozy, my vision goes dim...