The rain fell quietly on what is now a hollow shell of a former self. His eyes opened, dulled and glazed. His mouth was slightly open as the rain diluted the puddle of blood he sat in. His crimson tears of sorrow slowly vanishing between the cracks of coble of the floor before turning clear. He saw it coming yet did nothing, but didn't expect it to turn out this way. The clash of thunder rang clear though the sky though in anger as the events that just transpired. His thoughts slowly fading in the eternal dark abyss, as his body was devoid of all senses and feeling. They assumed he was dead, but he was not, at least not yet. But he knew he was in Death's embrace, as he felt his flame flicker violently as it was at the end of his shortened wick. His arm sprawled out before him though he tried to reach something that wasn't there.
'No….' The last few fragment of his mind echoed before consumed into the void known as death cradle. 'Not yet…'
'I don't want to die!'
He last thought to himself before his conscious disappeared in what appeared to be in a flash of white light.
Little did he know that fate had something else for him, and it was only the beginning?