A SUMMER ROSE
Light cool rain feel from his face and slide down, mixing with the blood shed before the rain came. Now he was all alone and left to search for a place to rest. The battle was a bloody one and finally it was all over. The weather seem to match is soul and was a perfect match for his identity. Cold, wet, anger, and a shame of gray mix with blood seem to be all that was left of the memories he carried. He was finally set free from his past. He got what he wanted, and saw his long past friend that betrayed him, dead in front of him, no movement at all coming from the body, kill by his own two hands.
He was happy that he was the one that gave Spike the final blow to his chest and he fell to his knees like a fallen bird. Now he looked from his dead friend's face, and into the sky as if trying to find something that no one could see.
The rain pour downed harder and carried away the blood and the burden off of his aching shoulders. He was no longer a insane killer out for revenge. The anger, grief, PAIN, LOST, and blood was all mixed up in the rain and washed away from him forever. His eyes were still fixed to the sky and for the 1st time for him, he smile a happy smile, for once his life time. He felt no pain anymore. And with that....he felled to his knees, and slowly die with a cocky smile plaster on his's twisted face, due to the gun wound in his side that Spike gave him. For the last thing he saw has a rose that he wanted to give to Julia before all of this happened. A rose that the color of it was being washed out, and turning gray. Gray like his soul.
For now he was at peace with himself, and DIE a HAPPY man.
Light cool rain feel from his face and slide down, mixing with the blood shed before the rain came. Now he was all alone and left to search for a place to rest. The battle was a bloody one and finally it was all over. The weather seem to match is soul and was a perfect match for his identity. Cold, wet, anger, and a shame of gray mix with blood seem to be all that was left of the memories he carried. He was finally set free from his past. He got what he wanted, and saw his long past friend that betrayed him, dead in front of him, no movement at all coming from the body, kill by his own two hands.
He was happy that he was the one that gave Spike the final blow to his chest and he fell to his knees like a fallen bird. Now he looked from his dead friend's face, and into the sky as if trying to find something that no one could see.
The rain pour downed harder and carried away the blood and the burden off of his aching shoulders. He was no longer a insane killer out for revenge. The anger, grief, PAIN, LOST, and blood was all mixed up in the rain and washed away from him forever. His eyes were still fixed to the sky and for the 1st time for him, he smile a happy smile, for once his life time. He felt no pain anymore. And with that....he felled to his knees, and slowly die with a cocky smile plaster on his's twisted face, due to the gun wound in his side that Spike gave him. For the last thing he saw has a rose that he wanted to give to Julia before all of this happened. A rose that the color of it was being washed out, and turning gray. Gray like his soul.
For now he was at peace with himself, and DIE a HAPPY man.