Hey guys I know it's been awhile since I posted something and I came up with this depressing little masterpiece at like three in the morning so I had to post it. Also I recognize this is the third time I have killed Artemis off in my stories, I'm sorry this had to be written. For some reason this story is my current pride and joy even though it is extremely depressing and angsty. I worked really hard on this. Also thanks to my friend ForensAnthro for being awesome and editing this.

I do not own YJ

Ghost in the wind

She knew her time had come even before it happened. Surprisingly she felt no pain. Time seemed to slow as the shot was fired and the bullet pierced her heart, tearing the flesh with such a force that it threw her backwards. She fell to the cold hard ground and there was a sickening crack as her skull connected with the concrete. Hot red blood gushed everywhere, staining the surrounding area a rusty scarlet. Her broken body lay there motionless. A feeling of weightlessness consumed her as she drifted upward only to stop right above her freshly dead body.

There she stood by in her bloody uniform, watching the futile attempts to save her. Their hands were coated in her blood, tears welled up in eyes that were full of grief and a sense of loss hung thick in the midnight air. Yet there she was standing right in front of them; her silent screams and other efforts to gain their attention were useless. For she no longer existed. Others came and more tears were shed when she was declared dead. No matter how hard she screamed she could no longer be heard, no longer be seen. When she reached out to grab one of them her hand fell back to her side. Her eyes were wide with horror as she stared at her hands, when she noticed their transparency she was faced with the agonizing realization of what she was, and what she would forever be. Remaining in this lonely nonexistence. She could no longer touch; she could no longer feel, no longer be heard, no longer alive. Just a wandering spirit.

Time dragged on as she witnessed her own funeral, watching everyone mourn her. They all stood there in the rain at the grim cemetery. Her mother's sobs echoed through the small field, and the silent tears of grief and despair fell down the lamenting heroes' faces. She sat in front of her own grave absolutely miserable, never before realizing how much she missed the simple things in life. Like feeling the warm sun on her cheeks, the refreshing rain in her face or even the cool breeze running through her long blonde hair.

She watched them as the days went by turning into weeks, then months and ultimately years. How they all grew, moved on, got older, changed. How they married and had kids, smiled, laughed, grew old and eventually died as well. She was there; she was there through it all. Never changing, never feeling. To her everything was cold. Colors were now simple shades of gray. The world was silent; no heart beat in her chest, no blood coursed through her veins. Looking the same as she did at the moment she died. Still in her bloodstained uniform, a hole in her chest and a deep gash in her forehead.

Accepting her wretched fate she drifted, observing the ever-changing world, herself remaining static. Forced to wander alone in this nonexistence. Forever a ghost in the wind.

Ok I know that was really really really depressing, but now that's out of my system I will try to write happier stories (expect the next chapter of Date Night soon) Please review, Or I will go on strike and put Date Night on hiatus or worse…I'll…I'll kill off Artemis again…REVIEW!

(PS please I begith thee)