Author's Note: It's been a while since I wrote something for this series, and I'm very excited into completing it. I hope you guys are too. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Happy Tree Friends and its characters aren't mine.

!WARNING! This story contains violence, sexual themes, and strong language—which are not suitable for very young readers. Rating will change in time.

Prologue

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The battle was lost.

It mattered little now. He accepted that fact long before they arrived in that blasted bunker, knowing that it was just a fool's errand. Cursing under his breath, his mind was clouded with visions of everything he held dear and regretting not being able to say goodbye to them. The idea saddened him, but it was all too late now.

There was an amount of light seeping through his half-lidded eyes, enlightening him from what little he could see around the vicinity. He didn't know what it was that caused him to lie helpless in a dark corner of this ruins, all he knew was that there was pain—everywhere.

He lingered motionless and vulnerable in that corner, hoping that someone would help him soon and prevent that place from becoming his dismal grave. He waited and waited, eager to hear something else other than his own heart's slow beating.

And then, there was something.

It took him a few seconds before recognising the sound of footsteps, slowly becoming louder hence coming closer towards him. There was a small flicker of optimism that grew brighter inside his heart, as those footsteps emerged as a shady figure in front of him. He cocked his head upwards in order to get a better look at this person. Through his clouded eyesight, he saw someone familiar and it made him smile in relief.

The figure in front of him smiled in return, offering a hand to help his friend get up on his feet. Gullible as he was, he took his hand and forcefully collected what little he could gather into his legs.

As he came closer towards the figure, his features became clearer—and he realised that there was something odd about him. His smile became a twisted smirk with golden eyes glistening under the moonlight, the dreadful image made him cringe in terror. By then, he swore he could feel his heart beating loudly in his ears, as if counting the remaining seconds until his impending doom.

He tried to let go of his hand so he could get away, but the other man held it so tightly that he couldn't escape. From the corner of his eyes, he took a sudden glimpse at something shinning behind the other man's back, and examined it intently. To his horror, it was a bowie knife, peeking in malice and awaiting its turn to bite on his flesh.

Glancing towards the man in shock, it was too late before he could make sense of his current situation. He trusted him so much that he offered his life for this man, but now where did that take him? Regret. This angel of death, a comrade he had mistaken for an angel of salvation, plunged the knife into his chest and drained the life inside.

"Shh," the man whispered, forcing him to calm down and just accept his cruel fate.

He collapsed in the ground with the knife still in his chest, wondering if the physical pain was more excruciating than his friend's betrayal. To his dismay, the other man leaned forward and pushed the knife deeper into his body—slowly and almost intimately, making him cough blood in revulsion and pain. His gargling screams of agony soon faded into a silent prayer, regrettably accepting the bitterness of his final downfall.

As his vision welcomed the darkness once again, the man laughed cruelly on his right ear.

"It's over now," his haunting words echoed in his ears and that moment, he knew that they were to be his requiem. "You're finally saved."

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