Patrick Posted February 25, 2006 Author Report Posted February 25, 2006 (edited) Witch! Bene Gesserit whore! - Jammilla's keen hearing picked up the sounds before they reached her, and she prepared herself, every single muscle tense, waiting the oncoming assault. One thing she did not reckon with. She was used to soft offworlders, who moved at a much slower speed than the two fremen, who moved against her. Expecting a much slower approach, she was caught off guard, and stopped the first move against her with only great difficulty, leaving her right side bare open, and the next blow caught her in the ribs. Momentarily stunned, Jammila was caught by another glancing blow from Fleur. It was a sudden realisation, as from the other woman's expression, Jammilla realised the truth. Fleur's eyes gave it all away. She could see it, see the faces of the other dead glancing back at her. Her shock only deepened when she saw the exact same expression in Rahnia's eyes. Jammilla barely felt the crysknife pierce her sternum and enter deep within her lungs. From Chakyakha it had been a very clumsy thrust. He should have been able to immediately kill with a blow like that, but blinded with rage at the accusation against Fleur, he had missed the heart. Still the blow was enough to have Jammilla fall to her knees. She managed to withdraw the crysknife from the wound, and glanced at the blood-stained white blade. Where blood had not touched the blade she could still see the original tooth of the worm. Dying was such a strange feeling. Even her training had not prepared her for it. It was not alltogether unpleasant, but Jammilla knew the pain her pierced lung would take her through if she simply let herself die. Adjusting her enzyme balance, with her finely tuned cellular control took only a simple thought and barely ten seconds later, she died a painless death, much to the onlooker's surprise. OOC: Jammilla Manquin/Jammeez was a villager. That means that the wolves have won seeing that among the four remaining players there are two wolves. Congratulations "bad" guys! Check the OOC thread to see who was who. Edited February 25, 2006 by Patrick Durham
Jammeez Posted February 26, 2006 Report Posted February 26, 2006 I wrote this and sent it to Patrick when I thought I might die, along with a couple of possible endings. It makes a nice alternate death scene... Jammilla Manquin sat in trance again, waiting for the spice Melange to take it's effect. There was no turning back, now, and she didn't see any alternative. They were all going to die if the Harkonnen hidden among them was not found. There it is! Ah, the Spice opens my mind... Jammilla felt the unfamiliar floating sensation. So this was what it was like! She steeled herself for what was to come, though, knowing it would be nearly unbearable, and she must overcome! Another presence emerged. A horrible, violent presence - no...TWO! Jammilla had a fleeting sense of dread - attempted the Voice to manipulate their wills and defend herself from certain destruction. It should work, with the magnification of her skill by Melange, but that same catalyst was beginning to pound in her temples, crossing the threshold into real pain, and she was suddenly fighting on more than one battlefront. The Spice threatened to overwhelm her, and the Evil threatened to end her Agony. And it was all she could do to keep from begging for sweet oblivion! Then, dreamlike, Jammilla was floating free, and watched with detached interest as her body convulsed and those standing over her added insult to injury, slashing and hacking at her helpless form. She vaguely wondered how she could have underestimated that silly girl...
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