Sometime later.

Blood streamed down T’kk’tck’s face.  The whip snapped out again spiraling painfully around his neck, cutting off his lungs.  His heart slowed, a weak thump.  For a moment her cry of defeat echoed in his mind.  For only a moment. She depended on me.  She asked if I had a heart. . . The fury,… Continue reading Sometime later.