Death at Sunrise
Author's notes: The point of view of King Kong when he was going to die. Love, to Laiqualaurelote and Merry Christmas to all readers.
Disclaimer: No one is mine so I might as well not appear.
Sunrise, the clouds drifting like mist, translucent shapes in the path of light. Purples mixed with gold and orange, the sun setting in the distance far away. He would have liked to die at a better sunrise or maybe even a sunset. But one couldn't be too choosy. He leaned back, relaxing, knowing that she was watching. At least someone would really care afterwards. He peered at her head of golden hair as she watched the spreading of colour before them. He would miss her.
A drone of a coming item, the sound of execution, flying insects ready to kill. He gave her another glance, a last farewell, before scrambling upwards. At least, someone would care afterwards.