Inspired by the song "Count to Six and Die" by Marilyn Manson.
Words in italics are thoughts. Words in quotations are spoken aloud. Words in brackets are typed on Celtys PDA. Everything else is narrative/actions.
I've waited so long.
He placed the bullet in the gun.
"One."
I provoked you so you would kill me.
He removed the safety.
"Two."
I only fought back and ran because my pride would allow for nothing else.
He placed the gun to his head.
"Three."
But I was waiting for you to win, to kill me.
He stood in front of the large windows in his apartment.
"Four."
You promised you would kill me.
He looked down at the streets filled with his precious people.
"Five."
But you can't.
A grin formed on his face.
"Six."
Only God can kill God.
He pulled the trigger.
"Good morning! This is Shinra speaking!" Shinra answered the phone in an overly cheerful voice.
"It's Shizuo. Izaya…..Izaya is dead."
Shinra dropped the phone and froze.
[What's wrong?] Celty asked when she walked into the room.
"Izaya…he's dead." Shinra whispered almost too quiet to hear with a shaky voice. He bent down to pick up the phone and put it back to his ear. Celty didn't move.
"How?" Shinra asked Shizuo.
"I think….he shot himself…."
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I know it's really short, but it just felt right.
Personally, I'm really proud of this story/thing. It's almost more of a poem although that wasn't the intention. I'm still calling it a one-shot. My first one-shot.
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