Rooftops:

When are time is up

When are lives are done

will we say we've had our fun?

Will we make a mark this time?

Will we always say we tried?

The ground was ruff to his knees and a consistent beeping was in his ears from the explosion. The smoke was too heavy for him to see anything through it, yet his eyes kept staring straight ahead. He felt sticky with blood and his arms hung heavily from him.

The time felt too short and too long as he watched in trepidation as the smoke and dust cleared. The ringing fading slowly with it as well. His eyes fell on the boot a few feet from him that was connected to a leg and nothing else, before he could make out ruins of the house and other buildings around him.

Bodies, everywhere lay littered on the ground. Soldiers, rebels, and civilians. It was gruesome and sad, but Alex felt none of it. He felt oddly empty and unreal, as if the things in front of him were a TV program and he was simply over reacting.

Maybe he was in shock?

He considered it, but as his eyes searched out a familiar form a ways away from him. His heart seemed to find its beat again and started thudding hard in his chest. Wolf.

The words would not leave his dry throat.

His fingers twitched painfully and he looked down at himself in horror. Three of his fingers on his right hand was missing and his left arm was broken in the middle, with the bone sticking out in an obscene way. He choked on his breath and his eyes heated and stung painfully.

It wasn't real. It wasn't real. It wasn't real...

A sob of shock escaped him and he tried to flinch away from his own body, causing his arms to jerk uselessly against his body.

Standing on the rooftops

Everybody scream your heart out

Standing on the rooftops

Everybody scream your heart out

Standing on the rooftops

Everybody scream your heart out

Standing on the rooftops

Everybody scream your heart out

It was grotesque staring down at once own mutilated hands, wondering when the pain would set in. Wondering if someone realized that that you were still alive out here. Everything seemed to have turned upside down and become unreal.

Was the mission a success?

The thought crossed his mind briefly before, he felt his body sag on him and his mind oddly clear seemed to understand what was happening. In the distance he saw a familiar face, the eyes seemed to stare straight at him and he wished they'd turn away or close. His unit was dead and it was almost with a sigh of relief that he knew he would be following them shortly.

The crunch of boots to the ground seemed to echo in the now quiet, destroyed area. Alex was too tired to turn to look at them. It wouldn't matter who it was.

"Seems like your end has finally come." Alex wasn't certain he knew who it was, the voice sounded familiar, but Alex was getting tired and his eyes was slowly closing and his body was soon gonna fall over. "Are you happy?" It was an odd question, but for once it made Alex smile.

No more missions. No more...

It was weird how clear his head had been before and how foggy and heavy it felt now. So heavy and tired. He hadn't even hit the ground before he was dead.

Everyone...

All the love I've met

I have no regrets

If it all ends now, I'm set

Will we make a mark this time?

Will we always say we tried?

Tsubasa- Lyrics by Lost prophets