There had been too many Hive. They hadn’t been quick enough. They had tried. They had tried to hold them off while the rest of the soldiers escaped…
There had been too many.
Tears flowed down Laine’s face, mixing with blood and sweat. Her breathing was labored, raspy. She was sure something had punctured a lung. If she tilted her head she could see her mangled legs, twisted in strange directions with shards of bone jutting out everywhere. And an ever growing pool of glowing red blood.
She was grateful, in that moment, that she couldn’t feel anything from the waist down.
A sob escaped her, pain wracking through her chest. A weak, blood covered hand reached out to touch Kal’s cheek, her glowing eyes meeting his. A glow that was fading with every waking moment. She could hear how he was struggling for breath. Glowing blood flowed from multiple wounds, the most severe on his abdomen.
Blue glowing blood pooled around his body, mixing with her own glowing red blood. It was a strangely beautiful sight.
She cried. She couldn’t help it. It wasn’t supposed to end this way. They were supposed to grow old together, see their children have children, see peace between their peoples…
“Of course…” Laine managed out. Blackness began to encroach on her vision. “Of course, v-viishah...”
She tasted blood in her mouth. Kal’s image grew more blurry, the darkness grew to envelop more and more of her vision…