D is for Denmark derailed on a train.
It was an accident. A simple mistake. Yet it cost him his life. All he had done was to not pay attention, and slip, falling onto the train tracks.
He had bumped his head, quite hard actually, pulling him into an unconscious abyss.
His eyes peacefully closes, his ears blocking out the screams others who happened pass by. Yes, his body had shut down. It shut down so much so that he never stirred at the sound or an engine of a train roaring, and nearing him at an alarming rate. No, he refused to open those pools of blue.
Of course, seeing as how speedily a train could move, it reached him in almost no time. With ease it passed over his body, killing him instantly.
Screams erupted from everyone's mouths. Some fell to the floor, vomit pouring from their mouthes.
From the moment of impact, blood splatted all around, lightly staining some, while completely drenching others.
Yes, he was dead as dead could be. And all because of a simple error, a simple mistake. He wasn't cautious, or aware. And that killed him so.
Yes, Mathias Køhler was dead.
A/N - How do I manage to write this stuff without throwing up...
