Warning, not mine, bla bla bla. Just a little death scene I wanted to write, what happens when you have issues, and don't become a Shinigami… or do you?

This could become something, but I don't know where its going. Just my thoughts on how it would be to die. But don't ask me, I wouldn't know.

So enjoy.


Shot

The dull thud and sudden, sickening split second squelch of metal entering and leaving flesh. The sudden flare of pain, blossoming like flashfire, searing, burning. No time for irises to widen, no time to lose a scream.

Everything hangs in slow motion, small metal slug exiting through a newly acquired void through the lungs. I had to be the lungs, it had to be. It would be over if it were the heart. So it had to be the lungs- the rictus of shock- fear and pain frozen on vibrant features, lasting less then a blink and years more than a millennia before the next breath is drawn, thrashing and howling, protesting with renewed vigor after each exhalation.

Then things begin to fade. Not all at once of course, but eventually, gradually, one by one.

Hearing peaks first.

The report of the revolver was the last sound to reach deaf ears, a ringing exclamation. Like the words of god, the toll that announces the arrival of yet another damned soul. Strangely, the final chime of the bell, be it gun or bell, had been eerily melodious. But it is no more; it rang once, and would never ring again.

The mind goes next, and it goes quickly, be wary. Logic blurs into the realm of bemused delirium, and the marriage of Inane and Mundane is a disastrous one.

A soft blanket begins to shield thought, like fuzziness between the ears where the pink curds of brain are supposed to be.

The shroud of death, ha! … Who would have thought it would be so comfortable? So sweetly welcoming? So… nice.

The hearing goes next, the tumult in the background dulls into a sift hum, a parody of the lullaby a mother would sing to her babe. The euphoria is like nothing of this universe, like ambrosia and cream and a virgin's skin. It's almost impossible to stop the dreamy grin from spreading.

Funny isn't it? That ones happiness could only be found in their oblivion. Lying languorously, warmed by the summer sun, staring blankly, hopefully at the blue, blue sky overhead.

The peace is so profound, so poignant that nothing exists, no pain, no hurting. And end to all the feeling, a blessed end to the hurt, a perpetual life of non-existence.

So I lay there, on the cool summer grass, a soft, sweet chill spreading over my body.

Softly, gently I slip into nothingness, floating away on sweet summer zephyrs.


Okay, so that didn't go as I planned.

Review, I wanna know what you think. By the way, I cant really update my fics for the sole reason that I don't know how. So that's sad really. I have a bit of things for 'Dream of me." But I really don't know how to get it onto ff. net