Inevitable End
Vastulja Sata Menton
Crimson red pain spilled to the floor. It flowed through the spaces between the shinny white tiles, staining the porous material a deep red. It entrapped each tile on its journey, keeping them as its own. Like life it trapped the pain on the floor. And he watched as his own blood crept away from him. He felt nothing though. No pain, no joy; not even the triumph of his self-righteous suicide.
He was in the safe house alone, but he could have cared less if anyone found him lying on the floor, wrists slit open. They would not stop him though. He had suffered far too long, and he had gotten too far to be stopped now. The numbing feeling was good, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was all so perfect, even if it was completely ironic.
To think, the God of Death was taking his own life. He himself never thought that the day would come. Of course, he took the lives of many. It only seemed right that he take his own life. And who could care in the end anyway? No one would remember him. Maybe his four comrades. But even then there was no guarantee that they would live through the war or not be tried for their crimes after the war. Death was the inevitable end anyway. So it was now and end the suffering, or fight - risking being killed - and possibly be tried and killed for his crimes. He like the sound of "now" better.
He was slipping, and the darkness wasn't the only thing that told him so. The blood continued to flow, seeping over the tiles and covering the kitchen floor. No white was spared from the thick liquid. His breathing was slowing, his heart dying down. Dying wasn't so bad. Just lonely, but he had gotten used to that. Well, maybe not completely but there was nothing that he could do about that now. Even if someone showed up, it was far too late. Too much blood was beside him, taking his life with it. He smiled. He had won. He had finally won. He closed his eyes and let the darkness slowly take over. He could hear his name being called off in the distance. They would back, but nothing could be done. He breathed his last breath as they reached his body. But he was gone, and they were too late.
Owari?
(Okay...so I had a review that suggested that I continue this little story from the other pilots pov. And you wanna know what! I think I will! So i'll have another chapter up soon. And I promis you that)
AN: Sad...I know. I've been working on an angsty story for a few days. And to think, I wrote and finished this on Christmas day! Ha! Anyway. I know, I killed Duo. But, I have this thing for blood. Sorry (no...I am not suicidal. I have pills to help me with that okay...so don't worry). And I can never find any really sad death fics. Though this one isn't very good. Hmm...sorry folks. Read and Review please. Tell me it sucks, I don't care. Constructive Criticism...as they call it.