Requiem

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story…


A lone figure watched from the top of the school's clock tower as the rest of the students ran outside, chatting amongst themselves of what their plans were for the weekend. He sighed. The students were all friends, or at least had some sort of relationship with each other. Looking up at the sky, he pondered his relationships with them. Was he friends with any of them? Not really… Most of them thought he was too annoying to be around. There were few who were able to tolerate him, but they never really talked to him, nor did they visit him much. It was a rare occurrence that they came to see him; there was only one time that they spent a day with him, but he ended up getting captured… Despite the near-death situation, they got him back safely.

-Plink-

A small droplet of water softly dripped onto his face. Blinking, he realized that there were dark clouds in the sky. He sat down on the top of the clock tower as more droplets fell from the clouds, becoming a light shower. His eyes closed as the light rain splashed on and around him, cleansing him. A small sigh escaped his mouth at the soft sensation of water washing his body. Are they really my friends? Part of him thought that he had a friendship bond with them. They saved him once, and he had saved them once as well. That had to count as something, didn't it? He wasn't sure. The majority of him didn't think so. They had saved each other only once. After that, they barely had any contact with each other…

-Shhhhhhh…-

Suddenly the warm light shower became a cold heavy downpour, drenching him and lowering his body temperature at an alarming rate. Quickly opening his eyes, he realized that it was too dark to see anything in front or around him. Standing up, he reached for the tiles of the roof of the tower to climb down. Soon he was shivering as the freezing downpour continued to lower his body temperature even faster. The cold was making his body and limbs numb, and he could tell that it would take a while to climb down at this pace. He slowly gripped the roof tiles. He couldn't fly. And if he could fly, he wouldn't be able to see where he would end up.

Without warning, one of the tiles gave way, making him lose his grip. As he plummeted to the ground, he reached out, holding on to a shred of hope that he could grab onto something, and pull himself out of this situation. Suddenly he heard the sound of flesh tearing as he felt something sharp pierce his back and go through his chest, feeling immense pain before everything went black.


Sad, is it not? If anyone can guess who this unfortunate toonster is, they get the possibility of another chapter.