At first, it was dark. But now, it's lighter. There are noises around me. Something shrill. And now a big, pink blob with two holes above a column and another, wider hole underneath that. It's making sounds now. And now, a different blob. This one is nicer. I like this one. I think that that shrill noise is me. Why am I screaming? And what is that blob? It's gotten very bright now. I don't like it.
The screaming is louder now. But now, there is that second, nice blob again. It's making nice sounds. I like those sounds. Its's quieter now.
But what is that in the corner?
Wait, everything is getting darker again. I can't stop it.
Goodnight.
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The Assassin's Charge
Science FictionIt's been sixteen years. Sixteen years; no word about the future, no new orders, nothing. A person can only be expected to stick to their duties for so long. But, it's been nice. Quiet. No excitement, at all, which is fine with me. I have watched h...
