Die on your own terms

Die on your own terms

Well, there was nowhere left to run and as exhausted as John was he wouldn't have gotten very far anyway. He looked back at the menacing Cenobite. He could fight him and certainly die or surrender and submit to an eternity of agony. Not much of a choice, really. Either way, that smug bastard would win.

He took a step back and heard rubble cascading off the edge of the open hall, into the endless abyss below. Well, maybe he could at least die on his own terms. Suddenly he was calm; ready.

"Tell me Alistair, what did I do to piss you off so much," John asked.

"What did you do?" Alistair repeated. "You betrayed me!"

Instantly, dozens upon dozens of hooked chains appeared from behind Alistair, all flying at John.

With a grin, he stepped back and fell. The scream of rage quickly fell into the distance. More hooked chains followed, but eventually fell away. Time passed, and he began to wonder he'd ever stop falling. Suddenly the edge of something caught his arm, shattering the bone and spinning him. The next thing that he saw was another floating corridor flying up at him. In an instant it was blackness.

But then, slowly, consciousness began to return. He was laying on some sort of makeshift stretcher, being carried. Looking down toward his feet, he saw a man covered in tattered rags.

"Awake at last, I see," he heard to his right and looked over.