Abort, Retry, Fail? (1-22-18)

Goodbye… [Link to post.]

“It’s time. Bring the sword,” Ballisea said. She sat upright in a large, elegant four post bed. Her husband Allister sat next to her, holding her hand. Her order was acknowledged by a skeleton that nodded then walked out of the room.

“Are you sure you want to do this, love?” He asked her, but she only glared in return. “We can -,” Ballisea interrupted his statement.

“No, we can’t. You don’t know what it was like, and I hope you never do.” Ballisea reached up to caress her husband’s cheek. “I can’t stand to bring a reminder of the worst part of my life into the best part of my life.” She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. “You should leave. I don’t want you to see me.. to see this.” Allister grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“I’ll stay with you.” A noise from the doorway distracted them. The skeleton returned holding a beautiful [green glowing sword]. Allister took the sword from the skeleton and nodded at his wife. “Let’s go somewhere, so you don’t make a mess here.” She nodded. A black hole formed on the bed beneath them, and they sunk into it. On the other side Ballisea sat in the snow in a frigid tundra with Allister holding her hand.

“This is one of the first Earths I conquered. I killed all 12 [Uniques], and stopped production. It’s the perfect place.”

“Yeah, perfect for freezing to death,” Allister said. He pointed at the ground and started a fire to keep himself warm. Ballisea didn’t need heat.

“Sorry, I forget.” She leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s get this over with.” Allister stood from the ground and hefted the sword up with him, but Ballisea stopped him.

“No. I won’t ask you to do this. I have to do it myself. A black hole appeared next to him, then a skeleton walked out. The bony hand grabbed the green sword from Allister then held it above Ballisea. The tip of the blade pointed straight down at her bulging stomach. The skeleton held still. Ballisea opened her legs wide. Skeleton hands appeared out of black holes under her legs to prop them up. She took a deep breath and her face strained as she pushed out. She squeezed Allister’s hand. She labored for several hours, and the finally it began. The surface of her large stomach began to glow with golden light.

“NO! DO IT NOW!” Ballisea screamed when she saw the light. “Through me, I don’t care!” The skeleton lifted the sword high for extra momentum.

“Goodbye, [Oren].” Ballisea said. Then, she nodded at the skeleton.

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