It Ends Here

by Rasiaa

The final breath was one of relief for them all- fighter, killer, victim- in a warehouse, while two figures watched it all, entirely unsympathetic.

I suppose it should feel anticlimactic, but it doesn't.

The first time around it was left behind

On a bloody staircase

The police, running, screaming-

Chasing after a barely-visible trail of red

To come to, what-

Nothing

A figure, standing, not far

While there was heavy breathing

And a heartbeat,

Strong, steady, slowly fading

Into a silence everlasting

Echoing through the ears of the others

Left back, at the warehouse,

Like a final ring of the gong,

The final breathe, freedom,

And a soft, whisper of laughter,

"It ends here, Raito."