Disclaimer: No, I don't own it. Do you think that I own it? Honestly? Well, sorry to sink your boat, but I don't. Lol.
A/N: If you want to know why I'm re-uploading, then check out 'Gambling With Truth'. This is from June 2008.
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The calamity was over for him, quite obvious as he lay dead in the arms of his other identity. He knew that it was over the minute that it had started, it wasn't that hard to figure out. Everyone else had already crossed over; he couldn't live whilst they died.
He had wanted to kill, tear his enemy to shreds. In a way they had stolen a part of his youth, his adolescence. He had seen death, and didn't ever want to witness it again.
The bodies were grotesque, mangled to the point of utter perfection. They lay dead, often in crouched or prone positions, eyes open, mouths agape. And blood streaming out of any opening; mouths, eyes, ears and the wounds.
'I'll kill you!' He wanted to scream, but found it strangely difficult with all the other noise.
He was unaware of another's presence beyond him, and when he figured it out it was nearly too late. He saw another, so close to death, and took their fate. How could've he been so blind, jumping into that sort of situation. That flash of green light ended him so quickly, so painlessly.
There was nothing. By the time he had crumpled to the floor, he was deceased, watching this great strife from another place in time. Wishing the others luck.