The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Poison
A violent shudder traveled through the centipede, beginning at its head and traveling the entire length of its body. It thrashed back and forth, slamming into the cliffs on either side. With every impact, water spewed from the chinks in its carapace, and the centipede movement dulled. With a final scream, the centipede stiffened and its flailing legs stilled. Then, its head exploded in a pressurized rush of fluid–conjured water, blood, and a grayish substance that looked like brain matter.