S. J. Crona
- Science Fiction
- 5917 Wörter
- Ab 16 Jahren
....My eyes follow the extent of his arms, travelling up the pockmarked and infected skin in horror, from the clenched fists and up, until they reach his hollow face. Puss-filled abrasions cover every inch of his once-smooth and healthy skin. Always healthier than mine. But now, it is sickly and disgusting in color, angry welts spread throughout. I had never been disgusted with him, never in my life. Now, I am repulsed. And that fact scares me.
"John," I hear him say, softly, as if he's already joined the damned.
A terrified cry escapes my lips. I approach him, horrible tremors spreading throughout my entire body.
"John..." he repeats.
"Yes? Yes? I am here!"
"Do not touch me. You must get out of here..."
"No! I won't leave you! I'd rather die!" I shake my head adamantly.
But he won't have it. "Get out now. If they find you here... you'd be better off that way."
Tears stream down my cheeks, feeling like acid burning my flesh.
"Please..." It comes out in a whisper, and I know I'm losing him. I choke softly. "Go..."
And then his clenched fist loosens and falls slack, and I know he's gone... [mehr]
Stichwörter: death, dark, sickness, illness, smallpox, sci-fi, science fiction, robots, future, banishment, brothers, darkness