The first few times I beat the rap.. The attacks came within fingerbreadths of contact, and pulsed in erratic waves. Each clumsy motion afforded me a warning gust of wind, making a few wallops easy to evade. This was difficult for me to believe; being pendulous was sure to pose as a disadvantage at some point.
I was right.
As the cheering began to crescendo I was clipped hard on the right side, but thankfully I didn't suspect anything of breaking. The slug sent me spinning, and squaring with my foe was nearly impossible. I was approaching balance when I took another hit to back.
This one hurt.
I felt the small of my back begin to give way and more dizziness ensued. The chanting was still climbing in volume and I think I finally began to realize the severity of my situation. At some point, if I couldn't figure a way to get out of this riot, I was going to die. And they would be happy. This is what they ultimately wanted. I could feel it.
As soon as these thoughts dispersed and I attempted to zero in on my assailant I took the final hit. I felt my head cave and then burst apart by the impact. As I fell to the ground my final sensation was of my brain, broken wide open and all the hidden and undiscovered places inside exposed and scattered across the ground.
Losing my mind this way was a peak of experiences.
I suppose it was bound to happen however
After all, he had a bat, and I was only a piñata.
No comments:
Post a Comment