Note: This is just one tiny small piece about Zack's death. I hope you enjoy! Tell me what you think please, reviews are always appreaciated.
Bulletproof
I thought I was invincible. I thought I could never be taken down.
But the truth is… when the first bullet ripped through my vest, tearing skin, tissue and bone I realized I was just like any other person… breakable.
Had it only been one bullet hitting me I would most certainly have made it back alive, but that one bullet was the first of many others to come.
They say your life flashes before your eyes when you're dying…
I hate to admit it, but it's true.
I saw my parents smiling at me through my toddler's eyes as I sat down on the ground cross-legged eagerly eating one apple, my mouth felt fresh and full with its sweet taste and smooth peel. The smell of red apple and sunlight flooded me.
I saw Angeal stretching his hand to me, encouraging me to keep going. He was telling me we should head forward, that the area was clear for us to go through with our mission. The thrill before its accomplishment ran through my veins. I've always loved the adrenaline rush right before a fight.
I saw Cloud. His inquisitive mako eyes absorbing every drop of information I gave him to become a better SOLDIER. How could I have tried to tell him how to be one if I was falling down right there so easily? I guess I thought I was better than this.
I saw Tseng and Cissnei, waiting for me standing upright. Why do the Turks always look so serious?
And finally… I saw Aerith. Her warm smile, emerald green eyes, rosy lips. Her hair was waving gently in the wind, she lifted one hand to pull one lock of hair behind her right ear. She had a yellow flower on her other hand and brought it closer to her lips slightly parting them and feeling its silky petals on her soft inviting mouth. Those are two tempting lips I will miss tasting. I smiled back at her. One hand stretched forward trying to grab onto hers. I was seeing her right in front of me…
Except that I wasn't.
When my eyes focused, the reality was very simple; all the infantrymen attacking me wanted me dead. Which leads me to wondering if they have a conscious? Why do they want to kill an innocent man?
But then again…
I'm not as innocent as I would have liked to be. I've killed many of them before, maybe they just want to get even. I can't blame them.
The sun rays gently hit my face in a comforting warmness. The air smells like wet dirt and blood. My blood.
How could have I been this careless?
Why wasn't I stronger?
Why am I going down?
The bittersweet flavour of my life is slipping right through me, my eyes struggle to focus on the clear blue sky above.
The pain is setting my body free. At first it hurt like a thousands knives piercing throughout my skin, but the pain is easing little by little, disappearing.
I feel like lifting up flying, leaving all the weight of my body on the ground.
Dying is peaceful.
But it's ok.
Tell you what… next time… I'll be bullet-proof.
The end.
