barbaric 野蛮人

You smashed the light blue pills between your hands, smearing the powder across your splotchy red face and neck. The storm howled outside of the abandoned crumbling apartment, screaming and banging against the vibrating concrete walls. A determination glowed in your vacant eyes, as you pulled your trench coat over your thin short red dress, your shoulders stiffening as you set your jaw to calm your chattering teeth. Who were you to end an oppression that had been going on for far too lomg? Who were you to stand up to a man who had destroyed the lives of thousands?

"I won't let you go out there alone." Raphael glowered at you, chewing on the nub of an aglow cigarette, ash tumbling from the tip. He clutched a handful of pills in the palm of his hand, glancing at the boarded up windows with the red stained plastic holding back the toxic gas of the storm.

"Tough luck, sweetheart." You smiled, reaching out to smear the blackened ash from his mouth and across his cheek. "One of us has to live to tell our tale. And you? Well," you brushed your hand off against your tight skirt. "You're just the lucky winner."

He opened his mouth to either protest or swear; both probably, as you swung the butt of your gun across his face. He dropped to the ground, little blue pills tumbling across the sand covered floor.

You carefully picked each up one by one, popping them all into your mouth. With that, you stepped over his body into the brewing poisonous sand storm, willing yourself to not look back.