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"Death"
1.) the act of dying; the end of life; the total and permanent cessation of all the vital functions of an organism
The pain hurt worse than anything he had ever experienced. Anything… now that was saying something.
The day he had received his scar would forever be branded into his memory, reminding him that one step out of line can result in dire consequences. The mark upon his face, penetrating and impending, subconsciously warned people to stay away from him, to run and hide before he got too close, came to their house and burned it to ashes.
Now he wasn't that horrific was he?
When the electric burning of his sister's lightning entered into him, yeah that was painful; the sensation of useless tissue and muscle, the odor of scorched flesh, the feeling of dying. Dying didn't seem that hard, not really. It sounded terrifying, but no way was it harder than living. Living, now that was the hard part. That was the problem he desperately needed to find the solution to.
His gaze swept over the two embracing lovers, oblivious to their onlooker. Something tore at his heart, slicing a piece of him away to vanish into oblivion. Sooner or later he would be nothing more than what he should have been a long time ago. A rotting corpse; except he would be rotting inside a living body.
Dying was easy, living… now that was the hard part.
****Simple, short, bittersweet. Sorry guys, I just really haven't been feeling any inspiration here lately. I'll be the first to admit that this one pretty much sucked. Well maybe not totally… but still not my best work.
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