"No! That can't happen!" Alfred's voice echoed and reverberated throughout the abandoned construction site, his perch on a steel bar shaking.
"It's true. I still don't see why you care so much about the fate of others. In my race these emotions are a disease that they have to treat to make us normal again." The winged-cat lifted its paw and began to carefully groom itself, ambivalent towards what it had just dropped on Alfred.
"You! You're too cruel, Chaloem! You have no feelings, I. . . I'm going to save him, if it costs me my own life!" Alfred's once strong voice broke as he leapt off his perch, running out of the construction site.
"Why? Why are you the one who can save my universe, cursed with emotions?" Chaloem shook his head and split time to catch up with Alfred, stalking him.
Don't be too late! Run faster! Alfred tried to wipe away the tears that where overflowing, making his azure eyes look like the sea, not the American sky. Rain started to drench his favorite bomber jacket and soak him down to his core, the rain fitting his emotions perfectly; his American country following how its personification felt.
The receptionist flashed him in, she was used to his rampages and his late arrivals. He dashed up the stairs, scaling floor after floor and not even stopping to catch his breath.
If I'm such a hero why didn't I see this coming? Alfred pounded his fist against the 11th floor sign, angry with himself, but he kept running towards their meeting room.
He slammed the door open, his friends startled, and broke out into a run again, towards the windows and the enemy's target. Luckily he was just in time, early enough to save everyone.
He leapt, shielding Ivan with his body, and as he was speared lightning crackled outside.
Alfred screamed as the spear pierced his ribcage, going through and through.
But, you have to know that this only happened in seconds, Alfred's friends, everyone of them was frozen in their previous activities as he fell to the floor.
Chaloem shook his furry head. This will not work. I cannot have him bleed out here. He ripped the space open and dashed to Alfred's side, telling Alfred to remove the spear.
Blood soaked into the carpet and Alfred's bloody hand prints were no exception, staining the immaculate white carpet a scarlet red. He pulled out the spear as Chaloem instructed and his vision dimmed, Arthur's concerned face his last memory.
Yay! I might finish this, even if it might be really hard. . . And yes it has a little basis from the anime Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magi:)