Eyes of a Tragedy

It was warm. Too warm. Desperately warm. Otherwise, there was nothing. Nothing--?

Sinew and flesh bearing down until there was no pain, considerately choking, killing, pinning.

She tried to gasp for air, but there was none.

Betrayal. There had been betrayal and death and war. She just couldn't remember what or where or who-- not even who she was but in pain and-- being carried.

Flashes. Black-haired man firing into the. General, not on the job. Hugging the little girl except not tight Whirring through the silence. Number one don't die number two don't die numberthree.

Silence. Quiet. Please.

Humming. There was humming, too. And rocking, the gentle rocking of being carried except it was far away, obstructed by something, something that laid between her and...

Humming.

It was slithering across her mind like some filthy thing, tracking trails of muck and saliva across her thoughts. Prodding, poking, changing her--

She recoiled.

And then Sarah Kerrigan screamed.

[ nfb, nfi, ooc if you want to; partly based on the novel StarCraft: Queen of Blades; details here ]