6 Guess I'm Dead

First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Describing

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

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I stand to my feet, still throbbing in extreme pain. I wipe the blood from my eyes and hit my chest a few times to jerk the splinters that are now my ribs out of my organs.

I can quite literally feel the blood pooling in my lungs, in a few minutes I will drown in my own blood. I cough hard and a few pieces of bone fly out my mouth with some blood.

I think those just made cuts in my throat as I pretty much begin drooling blood constantly.

I focus my attention on the bitch of a monster just watching me.

I can sense its fucking smugness, its just looming over me, watching me with contempt, knowing its stronger than me. 

I grab my spear from the pool of blood beneath me and get into a clumsy stance, "Bring it you bitch!" I shout running forward at the max speed my protesting legs can take me.

The monster reacts in tow, sending one of its tails speeding right at me, ready to turn me into pulp, I quickly make a sharp turn as the tail slams into the ground and continue running around the beast.

It turns around facing directly at me and attempts to bite my torso clean off, but thinking quick I dodge under its attempt and thrust my spear up at its neck thats exposed to me.

But to my immense fucking surprise its mouth, spreads all the way down past its neck, so my spear just goes straight into its mouth before he chomps down, eating my own weapon.

I completely forgot this things mouth went like halfway down its chest.

I quickly roll my way out of danger, hop onto my feet, cough up some more blood and bones and instantly begin running with half a spear left in my hand.

I stop once a bit away and turn around only to find the beast sprinting at me on all fours, I run right at it, and slide under it as it flies past me, and I quickly get up and continue running to the spear blade it spat out after eating my spears shaft.

I pick up the spear head and turn to see the monster quite literally a meter away from me, and acting quick I thrust my half broken wooden spear shaft at its face, but to my absolute horror it all but vanishes from its spot and appears next to me.

And using reflexes I never knew I had I twist my upper body, spear head in right hand, and manage to stab the beast in one of its eyes.

I howls in pain recoiling a bit, and I quickly follow up with another stab to its second eye, leaving only one left. I try to get the last one but it gains its bearings and grabs me with its tails

This time it doesn't bother playing with me, but instead one of its tails wrap around everything except my left arm, while another one if its tails wrap around my left arm.

And then they pull in opposite directions.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAH"

The sounds of my tendons, muscle, bones, nerves and veins ripping apart are drowned out by my own screams of agony, it squeezes and pulls on my arm so hard every bone in that arm is all but turned to dust and even if I make it out, it will be past recovery.

Eventually my arm turns full purple, then black as the very unstable rot beast begins infecting my own arm and to my surprise I hear a few words uttered for just a few moments.

"Ok, stop the figh-" its the announcers voice, but before I can comprehend the last part of that sentence, pain fills my mind and I nearly pass out as my arm is ripped clean from my body and thrown to the ground.

A fountain of blood spews from my shoulder now missing an arm, and I all but scream and cry tears of blood when I hear the sound of something getting cut, and I am dropped to the floor.

I quickly grab my bleeding shoulder with my only good arm, and wiggle out of the dismembered tail, heaving in pain and trying to stop myself from screaming anymore.

I look up and see the cause for my pain also writhing in that same pain as the tail that was holding me up is now on the ground next to me, spewing out purple blood in the masses.

Its entire body encased in magic chains preventing it from tearing me limb by limb in blind rage.

But before I can even try to stand to my feet and fight once again that annoying bitch's voice speaks once again, "What have it folks? Should we let him live or let him keep fighting".

What?

So you just throw me in here, let my arm get ripped off, have nearly every bone in my body turned to dust, and THEN decide to step in? How the FUCK am I supposed to fight anymore while missing a fucking arm you BITCH.

I'd actually rather die fighting then let go and die from a fucking infection.

"SHUT UP YOU BITCHES" I scream, before vomiting blood.

I swear to god I have lost more blood than I should have in my body.

"Oh~ You still want to fight? Well lets see what the audience thinks~" that bitch speaks once again. Her voice actually makes me uncontrollably angry.

"He does have guts, would be a shame to let him die" One man speaks.

"I would agree, if he hadn't lost an arm. He's useless at this point" A women next to him responds.

"We should just let him die. Would be the nicest thing we have ever done" someone chuckles.

Eventually they come to a consensus, just let me die here instead of going on.

"Welp~ Have fun in the afterlife. C~a~y~e~n~n~e~"

So thats my name? Cayenne?

I probably have an exotic hair color then, probably red or something, never got a chance to even see my own body in the time I've been here.

The chains on my killer drop to the ground, and the beast roars in so much anger I can pretty much read its thoughts.

'I'll kill you and then everyone else here'

Thats all I'm getting from it. Guess we arent so different.

I rise to my feet, my skin losing color rapidly, blood pooling on the ground, and my body going so numb I can barely feel I'm missing an arm.

I stop holding my shoulder, and drop my right arm to my side in defeat.

"Guess I'm dead..."

Fuck you Kate.

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[This idiots wife: These past few chapters have been so corny]

Preach wifey, but some evils are necessary.

Anyway.

Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!