This was the first angsty one shot I ever wrote, so I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat.
Train lay, broken on the bed
For how many hours, days he didn't know
He only knew that everyone was gone.
Sven, Eve, Rinslet… Saya…
Gone.
He looked sideways at his girl that he held in his hand
She would never die… never leave him.
He placed her on his chest where she slept ever night
They would never take her
They would have to ply her from his cold, dead fingers.
'You've been with me since the beginning and never left… never feared…'
He held his girl up to the moonlight that was streaming in
She glinted and glared around the room
He ran his fingers along her body,
Her smooth, faultless body except for the etching.
XII, it matched his chest perfectly
Like to faces breaking a vase in the middle.
With all resolve gone, Train placed her next to his head.
His shaking fingers showed the world that the Black Cat was long dead…
That elite assassin had died long ago with his friends and left Train Heartnet,
The easygoing boy in the harsh life of a Sweeper,
'I may have lived lately Train, but I will die the BlackCat'
With one last reminder of his past, Train pulled his girl's trigger.
The ornate black pistol exploded with the last bullet it would ever shoot.
Train slept peacefully that night… for no one would ever disturb his slumber ever again…