Blood Tastes Foul

Mahon stepped back, the blood seeping from his chest and spilling into the water, the salt wrapping into the cuts battering and breaking open the loosely formed scar, pulling him back down into the painful misery soaked death, every miniscule part of his body writhing in agony, twisting and contorting in pain.

Through the maddening pain, the onslaught of piercing pain ripping through his body, there was a small red splash. Drops of dazzling blood rippling through to his mouth and spilling across his lips, forcing colour through his eyes. The hazed form of a cloaked soldier above, the vibrant red and gold pushing through his silhouette.

Mahon pushed himself up, stumbling back and forth in the shallow waves, staring up at the distorted figure. His vision cleared, and his heart began to beat the heavy thudding crashing through his exposed chest, his shredded uniform hung around his limbs loosely as his arms dropped to his side gently swaying is shock.

"Leonidas… your arm."

The soldier's shoulder was dripping with blood, the tattered blood soaked rags hanging from his regal chest piece.

"Ahahah, you sure took your time…"

Leonidas' words faded out, his body swaying in the sun and falling to the sand the heavy we sand exploding on impact with his body spraying chunks of pressed sand the dark brown scattering back across the beach.

Mahon rushed to his side, dropping to his knees and staring at the bloodied mess before him.

"Leonidas! You can't… I saved you!!! Wake up!"

His fist pounded into the thick sound, the thud softened and silenced in the thick ground. Tears rolled down his cheek.

"Dammit!!!!! You fucking lied!!!!! You said if I woke up! If I…. Why couldn't I save him?? Why am I the only one who lives!?!?"

Mahon pulled his sword to his wrist, cutting through it, the blood splashing across the sand.

"Here drink blood!!!! That's how we heal, right? You're like me! You have to be! You can't leave me… not again."

His head thudded into the armour, his tears flooding the bronze and rolling across the metal.

There was only silence,

despite the rolling water across the sand, there was silence

Despite the sniffling cries, there was silence

Despite the rolling winds pushing the water and sand along the shore, there was silence

Only mind-numbing silence the deafening maze of a void where nothing but dispare and pain lives

There was only silence,

But through that devouring abyssal creature that had encapsulated, there was a solitary tap on mahon's head.

"Your blood tastes foul."

Leonidas was staring down at Mahon, his face beaming with life, like a golden sun burning through the cracked prison walls surrounding Mahon.