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Damien’s first thoughts were “Haha! I’m in him!”
His second thoughts were “Eww! I’m in him!”
But now was too late a time to be a little girl about blood because he was pretty much swimming in it. Swimming upstream in it too.
He had decided that, while twisting the man’s love tubes from within would be painfully fun and humiliating for the booze-hound, it would be better to attack the heart and incapacitate the bastard. Knowing a few things about Simon’s health, or lack thereof, indicated that was probably his weak spot.
Slowly he made his way up the tubes. He was lucky he was part-super or else he would have died from asphyxiation a long while back. The times when he felt his legs giving out he dug his fingers into the delicate tubing around him puncturing holes in them that he could hang onto while he recuperated. It was also hopefully causing a *****ling sensation all the way from Simon’s leg to where he was right now.
About a quarter of the way up, Dammo heard a distant sound that resembled a waterfall but decided to ignore it. It couldn’t be very important could it? Anyway, according to the irregular beating that could be heard from above now, he was slowly nearing the heart.
After making some more way up he realised it getting hot. It had been hot before; Simo wasn’t the cold-blooded **** he made himself out to be after all. But now it was getting worse. The air itself, whenever Damien could take a breath of it, was drier than before and he felt his own lungs struggling as a result.
He knew it was the result of something Simo had done from the outside. Some foreign substance, perhaps injected, into the body. But what? Beer? But hadn’t he wasted that French stuff attacking him? It didn’t matter, the almost tribal beat of the man’s heart felt close enough to touch.
Things were getting blurry now, Damien’s eyes flickered between black and patches of blinding white light. The air was getting too hot to breath properly. But there! The heart was now directly above him, thundering a wheezy throb that hurt his ears.
And now he was beside it.
He brought his fist back as far as he could and launched it as hard as he could at the organic drum.
And his eyesight gave out.
It was now up to whatever effect hitting the heart had to save Damien now. |
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