V.I.T.R.I.O.L. Part Seven
V.I.T.R.I.O.L. Part 7/7 Thud. I hit the ground hard. Pain radiated in my shoulder and ricocheted down my arm with an electric zing. I was drenched in sweat. Drenched in blood. Drenched in tears. The golden keyhole blazed before me. The silver door twinkled behind me. And I was between the two. I was so close. Every bone in my body ached in protest, while every muscle gave up the war. Gave up the ghost they thought I’d inevitably become. I dissented them. I collected all the defiance my spirit encapsulated. I jerked myself up. Up to my knees. I lacked the strength to stand. I mercilessly shoved the thing which obstructed my path off to the side… that is until I felt the crunch of brittle bones under my fingers. Was this the little girl with the onyx hair and obsidian eyes? My eyes scanned over the pile of bones. The door barely illuminated the decayed corpse. The clothes were worn, but newer than those I had seen on the Spector. And then I...
