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[center]Drip.[/center]

[center]Drip.[/center]

[center]Drip.[/center]

The sound of blood was all that she heard, flooding her senses completely. She saw them, each of them, lying before them with broken limbs and scattered body parts. Heads split wide open, the origin point for all that red fluid. It was a sight she had become used to. She thrived on that sight, craved to see it. It was the only thing that confirmed to her safety.

Not this time. This time, they wouldn’t stay down. No matter how many bullets had been put in their bodies, they only shrugged it indifferently. Panic didn’t ensue until they were five feet away. Then three. One foot from her position. Rapidly moving towards her crouched form, arms outstretched to take vengeance for her cruel doings.

She opened her mouth to scream, willed her legs to carry her away. Neither action happened, leaving her defenseless as the first of the crowd struck. They held onto her throat with the intent of crushing her, fingers digging into the exposed flesh. Bruises and marks coated the skin immediately.

She gasped out desperately, clawing at their faces for salvation. To be saved from this living hell. When they held the bullet to her lips, she struggled harder. She knew what was to happen. For every corpse was a bullet. Every bullet would be force-fed as punishment for her crimes. 

She gagged as the first point of metal was slipped in, throat constricting around the ammo of war.

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Her breathing was irregular, sweat forming across her head. The rifle was still clutched in her steady hand and ready to fire upon their target. If, of course, the target was still in sight. She had spaced out again, and this time it was more than just a second.

One second was all that it took for her to be discovered, to be dragged out and shot on spot. She was lucky to be alive this time. No doubt Atreides was screaming at her on the other line of her earpiece, snapping out orders for her to take the shot already.

Gulping to catch her nerve, she looked into the scope of the rifle and located her target again. Good. He was still in sight. With robotic movements, she aimed for his cranium before silently pulling the trigger. She was unfazed as the bullet skidded into the man’s head, spraying blood out into the open air.

The color of it reminded her once more of her day dreams.