Re: Downtown Repose: Alex/Kratos &c
Alex had been shot with a gun before. He'd broken his neck, been hit by a car, had his throat slashed. He'd died in pretty much every way it was possible for a human to die, and that was before The Watchers had found him and started testing his ability to be resurrected. He'd never been shot with an arrow, though. It seemed so...primitive. Something out of another time and place, something that just didn't fit in with the everyday reality of cars and guns and faulty tire swings.
Turned out, being shot with an arrow was a lot like being punched. Punched by a nine-foot giant. An angry nine-foot giant wearing brass knuckles. The smile was still on his face as the arrow took him in the stomach, causing him to stagger back several feet in shock before dropping to his knees as all feeling left his lower body. He stared, incredulous, at the length of wood and feather transfixing his abdomen, touching it, the shaft already growing slick with dark gut blood. "What?" He tried to say, but only a dribble of blood and bile passed his lips.
Then the pain hit, a bright, hot bloom spreading out from where the arrowhead had pierced and lacerated organs. Alex tipped over onto his side with a soft, disbelieving moan. Again. It's happening again. A shiver of fear ran through him as he tried to curl his body around the wound, tried pressing hands to it to stop the bleeding. What if this time was the last time? Did big round numbers mean anything to the universe? To whatever it was that kept bringing him back?
If you fall, I will catch you, I will be waiting Time after time...