Her world was dark. She fumbled in the void and climbed to her feet. Her sides ached. She felt
ripped open.
In the distance, she heard a guttural choking noises. With hands splayed out, feeling the empty
black, she approached.
"No."
Do not waste this!
Choke.
Elizabeth. West was hurting her. Ana felt her sides. Her hands touched wet blood, but no gun.
She slid he hand down the small of her back and removed her derringer. You should carry that
with you at all times from now on.
While Elizabeth and West argued, she lurked in the shadows. Their words submerged her. They
were absurd, unintelligible. Then her own name.
Miss. Yukishnov
The heartbomb.
"Do it." Don't. Please don't.
"But not a murderer." Elizabeth spat Ana's words out.
Ana would only get one shot. Her practise with Rusalka...
She aimed for Elizabeth's heart and pulled the trigger. The bullet blasted through her back and
shattered the bomb, severing the explosives. Blue leather, torn. A jetstream of red. Elizabeth
crumpled to her knees, spraying blood. The key landed with a hollow thunk. A green sphere
grabbed them both and threw them into silence.
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Black Hole Heartbeat
Science FictionBlack Hole Heartbeat is Star Wars if the stormtroopers didn't miss all the time. Like Cowboy Bebop meets Butch and Sundance, or Guardians of the Galaxy in the style of Pulp Fiction. Self confessed thief of ill repute, Elizabeth Ranger, runs head fi...
