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Death is my second life

Why do I have to think about a snake again? Well, maybe the Rattlesnake Roundups make my life a hell this week again. For this reason, I wanted to write a little tribute for ’s story after the final of the first part of the trilogy Rango story “Linked in love”. Well, she is still thinking about the motive and background of Rattlesnake Hughes and for this reason it’s just a very, very short text. It’s more a collection of fleeting thoughts and well, … I don’t want to write something wrong what could be a paradox in the story later. If something is wrong, correct me.

I heard nothing. The loud explosion still echoed through my ears. I was tasting dust and sand in my mouth. I was feeling cold. But I felt nothing anyway.
What might have gone wrong?
I had elaborated everything. Reconstructed all risks which could destroy my plan. Everything was well-conceived.
What went wrong? Everything was in good order before that happened.
I still heard the screams of the others in my head. I felt nothing. No pain, no feeling.
Who died? It didn’t interest me. It wasn’t my question which I wanted to kill with an answer.
Why went it wrong? I have thought out everything. Who dared to make a rebellion against me? The picture of the green lizard flashed through my mind. Or the fat lizard? Who betrayed me?
A feeling came back through my numb body. The same feeling which I felt in the jail.
Suddenly for a briefly moment I thought I smelled a familiar smell, which I never have forgotten.
My eyes grew wide. Could it be?
I chuckled hoarsely. This can’t be. It must be the explosion, which irritated my senses.
A twitch flashed through my body. I took a deep breath and wanted to yell, but I found no force for breathing normally. I coughed horribly. I sank to the ground, but my body didn’t want to fall in sleep.
Something held me back. And I knew what it was.
I will take my revenge. Someday, somehow, my sweet revenge, which tasted on my lips like my venom. I had to think about my revenge thought which I have had in my mind in the jail and kept me alive.
I smiled and licked over my dry dusty lips.
Death didn’t pay attention to me again. He didn’t want to take me, he is my shadow, my second life.

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Death is my second life

Why do I have to think about a snake again? Well, maybe the Rattlesnake Roundups make my life a hell this week again. For this reason, I wanted to write a little tribute for ’s story after the final of the first part of the trilogy Rango story “Linked in love”. Well, she is still thinking about the motive and background of Rattlesnake Hughes and for this reason it’s just a very, very short text. It’s more a collection of fleeting thoughts and well, … I don’t want to write something wrong what could be a paradox in the story later. If something is wrong, correct me.

I heard nothing. The loud explosion still echoed through my ears. I was tasting dust and sand in my mouth. I was feeling cold. But I felt nothing anyway.
What might have gone wrong?
I had elaborated everything. Reconstructed all risks which could destroy my plan. Everything was well-conceived.
What went wrong? Everything was in good order before that happened.
I still heard the screams of the others in my head. I felt nothing. No pain, no feeling.
Who died? It didn’t interest me. It wasn’t my question which I wanted to kill with an answer.
Why went it wrong? I have thought out everything. Who dared to make a rebellion against me? The picture of the green lizard flashed through my mind. Or the fat lizard? Who betrayed me?
A feeling came back through my numb body. The same feeling which I felt in the jail.
Suddenly for a briefly moment I thought I smelled a familiar smell, which I never have forgotten.
My eyes grew wide. Could it be?
I chuckled hoarsely. This can’t be. It must be the explosion, which irritated my senses.
A twitch flashed through my body. I took a deep breath and wanted to yell, but I found no force for breathing normally. I coughed horribly. I sank to the ground, but my body didn’t want to fall in sleep.
Something held me back. And I knew what it was.
I will take my revenge. Someday, somehow, my sweet revenge, which tasted on my lips like my venom. I had to think about my revenge thought which I have had in my mind in the jail and kept me alive.
I smiled and licked over my dry dusty lips.
Death didn’t pay attention to me again. He didn’t want to take me, he is my shadow, my second life.