The death of Nicholas D. Wolfwood...By Rei Leaduso
I don't know how it happened. One minute we were fighting, and the next, a terrible pain was coursing through my entire body. He had shot me. That was all I could think. "Meryl ...Vash..Millie."I thought,"I promise not to leave you." I found some way to walk, making my way very slowly toward where I thought Vash was. I found him, and we talked. Never once during that conversation did he look up at me. It was for the better, I guess. That way he didn't worry about me. I somehow found my way to the church.
"Should I talk to Him?" I wondered silently. Maybe he would be able to help me. Despite my chosen profession, this was my first time talking with Him. It even surprised me that the place I had chosen to go when I was an inch from death was a church, and to talk and confess to God, no less.
So, I spoke. I spoke of my past, all the things I had to live for, and how sorry I was. I thought of Millie. She would miss me deeply. I had to stay alive, if not for my benefit, then for hers.
"Please," I pleaded, "don't let me die; I have so much to live for."
"If I do die here, I want to go to a nice place where there's no violence and I can be with them. Just give me that." With that thought, I collapsed onto my cross.
I don't know how it happened. One minute we were fighting, and the next, a terrible pain was coursing through my entire body. He had shot me. That was all I could think. "Meryl ...Vash..Millie."I thought,"I promise not to leave you." I found some way to walk, making my way very slowly toward where I thought Vash was. I found him, and we talked. Never once during that conversation did he look up at me. It was for the better, I guess. That way he didn't worry about me. I somehow found my way to the church.
"Should I talk to Him?" I wondered silently. Maybe he would be able to help me. Despite my chosen profession, this was my first time talking with Him. It even surprised me that the place I had chosen to go when I was an inch from death was a church, and to talk and confess to God, no less.
So, I spoke. I spoke of my past, all the things I had to live for, and how sorry I was. I thought of Millie. She would miss me deeply. I had to stay alive, if not for my benefit, then for hers.
"Please," I pleaded, "don't let me die; I have so much to live for."
"If I do die here, I want to go to a nice place where there's no violence and I can be with them. Just give me that." With that thought, I collapsed onto my cross.