A total deathfic which I wrote cause I was feeling somewhat depressed with
the world around me. Oneshot.
"Death is only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we were born."
-Gary Mark Gilmore
Disclaimer: I don't own Rorouni Kenshin so don't sue.
I'm Sorry-
The sword plunged into his chest, eliciting a moan from his lips. Blood poured from his mouth and trickled down his already bloodstained neck. His jugular vein pulsed erratically as he flew through the air and smashed into the opposite wall. Pangs of pain lanced through his body as he slid down the wall. His attacker smirked and rushed, plunging his sword deep into Kenshin's arm.
He's just toying with me. He just wants me to see them die.
His attacker pulled his sword out of the flesh and smiled with satisfaction and walked over to the group of people who were huddled up in the corner, tied down.
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His sword glistened with fresh blood as he left the building and into the night air, a smirk on his lips.
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He lay on the floor, prone. Everything was lost. They had all died. Everyone of them.
Kaoru...Yahiko...Sano...Miss Megumi... the other names died on his lips.
For the first time ever, he had lost. His wounds bled rivulets of blood that stained the floor a deep crimson color
I just wasn't good enough. I deserve to die, I just wasn't good enough. They were all looking to me for help and I failed them. I don't deserve to see when I die. I deserve to be damned to Hell.
He wished to be damned to hell. It seemed like bliss compared to this. He just wanted to die. How could he live with the fact that they were all dead? At night would their faces haunt his dreams?
No, I just want to die! I don't care what happens to me after that!
Hot tears of blood streamed down his face. He felt weak.
Is this the end? Am I just going to cease to exist like this?
Thoughts left his mind as he felt renewed bouts of pain. Much of the blood flow had stopped from his wounds. It seemed that he might just hang on.
NO!!! I can't live an existence knowing what has happened.
With that he took his sword up withe last of his energy and brought it up to his once creamy-skinned neck that was now caked with dried blood. He felt the blade against his throat, it felt warm. A small smile came to his lips.
I'm sorry...I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you...I'm sorry I failed you...I'm sorry for everything.
With that the blade sunk into his flesh, fresh blood pouring out.
I just want you to know one thing...
I'm sorry...
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Thanks for reading,
Hotaru
"Death is only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we were born."
-Gary Mark Gilmore
Disclaimer: I don't own Rorouni Kenshin so don't sue.
I'm Sorry-
The sword plunged into his chest, eliciting a moan from his lips. Blood poured from his mouth and trickled down his already bloodstained neck. His jugular vein pulsed erratically as he flew through the air and smashed into the opposite wall. Pangs of pain lanced through his body as he slid down the wall. His attacker smirked and rushed, plunging his sword deep into Kenshin's arm.
He's just toying with me. He just wants me to see them die.
His attacker pulled his sword out of the flesh and smiled with satisfaction and walked over to the group of people who were huddled up in the corner, tied down.
---
His sword glistened with fresh blood as he left the building and into the night air, a smirk on his lips.
---
He lay on the floor, prone. Everything was lost. They had all died. Everyone of them.
Kaoru...Yahiko...Sano...Miss Megumi... the other names died on his lips.
For the first time ever, he had lost. His wounds bled rivulets of blood that stained the floor a deep crimson color
I just wasn't good enough. I deserve to die, I just wasn't good enough. They were all looking to me for help and I failed them. I don't deserve to see when I die. I deserve to be damned to Hell.
He wished to be damned to hell. It seemed like bliss compared to this. He just wanted to die. How could he live with the fact that they were all dead? At night would their faces haunt his dreams?
No, I just want to die! I don't care what happens to me after that!
Hot tears of blood streamed down his face. He felt weak.
Is this the end? Am I just going to cease to exist like this?
Thoughts left his mind as he felt renewed bouts of pain. Much of the blood flow had stopped from his wounds. It seemed that he might just hang on.
NO!!! I can't live an existence knowing what has happened.
With that he took his sword up withe last of his energy and brought it up to his once creamy-skinned neck that was now caked with dried blood. He felt the blade against his throat, it felt warm. A small smile came to his lips.
I'm sorry...I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you...I'm sorry I failed you...I'm sorry for everything.
With that the blade sunk into his flesh, fresh blood pouring out.
I just want you to know one thing...
I'm sorry...
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Thanks for reading,
Hotaru