Even so, when I opened my eyes, looked through those lenses for their original purpose, all I could see was mud, grit, silt. Black and dark brown, with only the faintest traces of light. It disappointed me on a profound level, knowing that this might be the last thing I ever saw. Disappointed me more than the idea of dying here, odd as that was.
Heh.
“What a shitty last sight. I couldn’t get to go while looking at something neat? Was that too much to ask?”
Through my power, I sensed Leviathan turn, take a step back toward the shelter, stop. His entire upper body turned so he could peer to his left with his head, turned the opposite way to peer right. Like a dog sniffing.
I wonder if he has some kind of power relating to his eyes. Like detecting lives to snuff out… actually, no, that’s the one eyesight power we can tell he doesn’t have, unless it counts insect lives.
He dropped to all fours, ran away, a loping gait, not the lightning fast movement he’d sported when he first attacked. Still fast enough.
Hm. What did he spot? The reinforcements?
My chest lurched in a sob for air, like a dry heave. I managed to keep from opening my mouth but the action, the clenching of every muscle above my shoulders, left my throat aching.
Eugh.
Two seconds later, it hit me again harder.
Two blocks away, Leviathan crashed down into the water.
…hm.
Another lurch of my throat and chest, painful. My mouth opened, water filled my mouth, and my throat locked up to prevent the inhalation of water. I spat the water out, forced it out of my mouth, for all the good it would do.
Of all the ways to go, I’m fairly sure drowning would be one of the more unpleasant ones.
I’d left the fat cape to die like this when the wave was coming. Was this karma?
Back then, you didn’t have a choice. I don’t think this is how karma works, even by the pop culture definition.
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