Here is another Ari fanfic, and just what I think he was thinking as he lay dying.
Song written to: What A Shame by Shinedown
Disclaimer: If I owned MR the last book wouldn't have been like a fanfic. A bad fanfic at that.
In My Time Of Dying.
Ari P.O.V.
I had already died once, and that was excruciatingly painful, both mentally and physically. And now that I was dying again, I expected it to hurt just as much. It didn't. I don't know why it didn't, it just didn't. Max was holding me, scanning my body with her eyes, looking for sprouting rosettes of blood pouring from some fatal wound. When it finally dawned on her, she was horrified. Her face paled, and I noticed the tears streaming down her cheeks in rivulets. At least this time around, she wanted me to be okay, to find a way to save me instead of kill me.
That made it all okay. I knew I had family besides Jeb, Max was my half-sister. I went through life thinking Jeb was all I would ever have, that he was my only family that I had left on this good green earth.
The world grew dim at the edges, and all I could focus on was Max's tear-stained face. Tear-stained by the liquefied diamonds that were shed for me, my death, and my pain.
"Don't cry for me," I wanted to say to her, "I'm not in pain. Maybe I'll be a cute eight-year-old again in heaven." But the words got stuck in my throat, along with all my other breath. Black was creeping into my vision, and the world was spinning.
And then everything was still and quiet. There was no noises of battle, no clanking metal, or war shouts. No more bloodcurdling screams. And no Max holding me.
I sat up, and glanced around. What I was sitting on, and all around me, was white and fluffy. Like clouds.
"Ari? Ari!" I looked towards the source of the noise. My mom was running towards me, with Max II behind her.
Max II? I had just seen her in the battle, and I had died...
"Ari, this is heaven. I kinda died in the battle..." Max II hugged me. I realized she had to bend over to do so...
I looked at myself. I was normal!! Not wolf normal either. I had normal hands, I wasn't all muscled out. I looked how I would probably look had I not been Eraserified.
So this was heaven.
It's short, I know. But he didn't take HOURS to die, so...