I watch the snow slowly fall and cover the scarlet color.
Such beautiful colors, pure white, blood red, and the black of death slowly closing in.
I've been through so much but this is where it ends I guess, stabbed by my own blade, how pitiful. As I slowly pull my Katar, a long thin yet strong blade that straps to one's arm, out from between my ribs,I smile. "Hey, you missed my heart you know?" I can see more blood stain the pure snow, tainting and melting it, is this what I'm made of? Evil and hate. The woman who stabbed me, an average hight girl in a ninja suit, replies, "Yes, I know. I was just going to kill you but let I'll let you suffer first." I suppose I deserve to die, and it's about damn time someone did me in. My name is, or maybe was, Leon and my job is to trap and exercise lost spirits, demons, and kill those who lived their full life. Now, most consider this to be a dirty and difficult job but it's really just running and killing them... again. When you get the job your trained and given a blessed weapon that traps the spiritual energy that the dead are made of, the hard part is not everyone wants their loved ones to move on. Anyways, looks like I'm the next one to be sent to the after life. Most of the world is black now, as the snow around my body is pure red now. I can't resist a good laugh that's more of a coughing fit. "Ya know, I can't feel my body. Thank you, I've wanted to die for some time now..." I trail off.
I was rather looking forward to seeing my life flash before my eyes but no dice.
