He felt as though he would snap, as though everything was crumbling out from under him…along with sanity. He couldn't bear it any longer…he couldn't stand it anymore…
He had to get away…he had to get away from everyone…everything…before he felt like he would snap under the pressure of it all. But if he had his brother back, a sister, and was slowly learning to understand himself…why was everything bearing down on him?
During the past few nights…he had been having such torment filled dreams, being pulled back into the hell he'd escaped so long ago. Relieving the pain and sadness he swore he would never relive again. Yet every night…there he was…being drug back into that hell. Forced to endure it all over again.
Yet during the day…
He had begun to hear voices…he had begun to see such odd things…he'd even began to grow ill. As if something was slowly killing him. Soon…his perception on reality had begun to wane. He couldn't tell what was real or fake anymore. Though he would not let anyone in on the knowledge that this was happening, out of respect for their feelings and worry for what it might do to his twin…he knew that if someone found out…it would be far much worse…
But he just couldn't.
Having fled the shop to rid himself of the voices that haunted him had been the third worst decision of his entire life. As soon as he'd reached the out skirts of town, slumping against one of the trees that were scattered across the land.
He had literally run from Dante, run from the shop and run from the town…run from everything…he was loosing his mind and he could not bear anyone to see him like this…
But as he sat there…he could faintly hear the sound of someone's steps coming closer, the sound of crunching gravel echoing through the air. He shuddered, looking up from the ground, looking over his shoulder at the cloaked figures that approached him. Looking to the insignia on them, his eyes widened as he took a step back.
"You've…come back for me…haven't you?"
"What made you think…we let you go?"
He closed his eyes, taking a calming breath, squaring his shoulders before he opened his eyes, the blue orbs blazing wildly. He knew that this was to be the end of his suffering…the end of his journey…he hadn't escaped Hell…he hadn't escaped Fortuna…they let him go…they allowed him to go…so they could get to his family.
"I won't lead you to them."
"Then you've chosen your fate…"
Closing his eyes, again, a shiver rushing up his spine when he heard the sound of a gun being pulled from a holster before the resounding and haunting sound of the hammer being pulled back echoed through his heart. He took another calming breath as he opened his eyes.
"Any last words?"
"Devil's Never Cry."
"Tch…not much for a beasts dying words…"
He stared the gun down, watching as the figure pulled the trigger, he could see the spark within the gun as the slide pulled back as a shot rang through the morning air. Scattering the flock of crows that lingered in the tree tops.
His head flew back, blood spurting out of his forehead as he fell back, his blue coat tails flying out under him before he hit the ground with a dull thud. He laid on the ground, staring up at the sky as the crows fled the area. As his vision began to fade, only one persons face remained in his mind…
"Dan…te.."
He grit his teeth before his eyes rolled up into his head, and with that…darkness had cloaked the Hunter.