Prelude
As I lay here, the stench of blood drifting into my nose the tears stinging my eyes. I could feel the crimson hope spill out and continuously leak out of my wounds creating a pool around my body. The openings stung at first but they soon became numb like my legs and arms had. I hadn't regret for one second my decision. He was safe. My only refuge to a normal happy life had half limped half ran out those steel metal doors along with his brother. Who he intended to save. I should have been happy, shouldn't I? The one I loved got to live and I had gotten to sacrifice my wandering soul in place of his. Just so he could continue his quest. I didn't doubt for a second that he didn't love me back. However, this was something I came to understand over our travels. His little brother came first. Daddy's little soldier promised to serve and protect or destroy on command. As far as he knew; in the back of his mind I was a distraction. He felt love for me, but it wasn't the time to feel, and he knew that. Not once do I resent his choice. Or did I? Was that why tears spilled out of my dry eyes? Or why it wasn't my injuries that were burning my insides; causing a black empty hole to open and swallow all happiness and joy. I admit, I silently hoped for him to come rushing through those heavy steel doors, concern etching his features, his brow knitted together as he sprinted to me and picked me up. Running like hell to take care of me, stop the bleeding, stop the pain. But he hadn't, and deep inside I knew it wouldn't of happened. It was a fruitless thought. I looked up at the ceiling, it was the only thing I could see besides the doors and the thick black smoke that rose to the ceiling like a bird hurriedly fleeing his tree thinking to itself it was in danger. The metaphoric thought brought a sense of nostalgia back to when this journey all began. Flames greedily licked at the furniture around, swallowing an oak desk whole and immediately looking for the next thing to feed upon. I was soon to be next, eventually. The fire was quite a ways away, but it would soon come maybe faster than my death would. The florescent lights above me flickered, like my life was. I was soon slipping in and out of consciousness. I squinted up at them silently cursing for them being so bright.
It wasn't long before the light dimmed, for my consciousness was being grasped away for me, I couldn't fight nor protest as the reaper appeared before me. Grinning sadistically it walked forward, the flames seemingly oblivious to the new mass to devour. My vision became blurry, I was loosing my sight fast. The last clear thing my orbs reached was the reaper that knelt before me, its teeth sharp and unrealistic. His eyes; he had no eyes. They were hallow black pits of rotting flesh where they should have been. The face looked as if it had been turn inside out, all you could see is tender pink flesh and slime like puss that covered. A cold hand had been placed on my forehead. It felt boney and unnatural. I inwardly shivered. My vision had been completely lost, I closed my eyes in defeat. In the distance I felt the cold unnerving presence of the reaper. I could feel my vitality leave me and soon unknowingly to myself the light bulb above me went out, as I did.