Author's note: Just practicing writing for a big test this week, not that it matters any how, but please (And I am begging) review, criticize, and give me some pointers. One last thing I hope you enjoy.


His breathing was erratic, his vision black blurs. He was dying and he know it, he wanted to die.

His comrades were dead, and most importantly she was gone.

The one who saved him from loneliness.

She was gone, dead.

He laid on his on top of a car he crashed on from the fall. His back on the broken windshield, legs smashed on to the hood , head smashed on the roof.

He was covered in his own blood. It was becoming more troublesome to breath by the second, yet his vision was getting better.

He couldn't turn his head, but he already knew what his surroundings would be like. A destroyed city, the rubble of collapsed buildings, crushed cars telephone poles knocked over or broken. He smelled smoke, most likely from fire brought on by the violence of the war.

He didn't try to get up, no , he just stared at the sky.

It was so much different then what he was use too. The cold bleak moon forever watching him. Recently he had the chance to see a fake sun, but that had provided little warmth. Was this one even real? He wondered.

Before he could dwell on it more, he was met with terrible pain as he begun to cough. His head not rising, caused some sort of liquid to accumulate in his mouth. Making it an even more burden to breath. The strange fluid started to leak from the corner of lips down to his chin, and drip near his collar bone. It was sticky and warm...Blood.

If he could smile he would.

Soon. He thought.

A movement above caught his attention. Five figures stood floating in the air some what eighty fight above him. He recognized two, the other three he only saw moments earlier.

I'm sorry I couldn't repay yo- He stopped mid thought, shocked at what he was witnessing. The taller of the two figures had drawn his blade and slashed the other across the lower chest. Even at this distance he could see the blood dance across the sky, for a moment defying gravity. For a moment he believed his mind had played a trick on him.

Surely he won't have done that?

But any illusion of another possibility shattered as he saw the slashed figure drop.

He blinked a few times in shock as a realization hit.

All of them were now dead every last one. All of his comrades killed.

The most important thing in his life had been taken from him.

The only things he could even be by without them dying, had all died.

His mind couldn't process it.

All that lay ahead was death and loneliness.

Usually the thought of sleep would be his only thought, but eternal slumber without her would be hell. But life with out her couldn't exist.

Another jolt of pain riddled his body.

He couldn't die here. Not on this ground were the last of the people he cared for suffered. He used all his remaining strength to open it.

Failed.

Tried again.

Failed and retried.

This time it open. Now all he need to do was move. He desperately tried to lift his arms, but they weren't responding. His vision was blurring again. His chest was becoming stone.

NO he wouldn't die here where they had been used as toys he couldn't let that happen to them it would soil the memories. He lifted an arm, turned his head despite the fire rushing in his veins. Grabbed the side of the car's roof and pulled. He moved inch. Little by little he made it near the edge and with one last tug he fell off the car and face first to the floor.

A rock jabbed at his side. Ignoring it he stood, lost balance and fell. He didn't give up. She wouldn't want to die were he planned it. His legs hurt they felt like the were made of lead instead of bone.

But none the less he walked towards it.


He woke up in the sand much to his surprise.

The familiar moon shed streams of light down on the white ocean of sand.

How did he survive his organs were destroyed he turned to ash. He stood with no trouble. He was in his regular form, black hair, pale skin, green eyes.

How? He pondered.

He stood there in the ocean of white sand, confused, perplexed, and mentally lost.

What now?

After failing to make sense of things he decided there was only one place he could focused for a moment before heading off north.