AN: Thank you do much for all the reviews. It's been a while since I looked at this, and I hope its alright. As soon as I can I'll work on more of the requests, I have about half of them done, waiting patiently for my beta to look them over. Now without further ado, DarkRook edited this. Thank you guys for the reviews! On to the sad - grab a box of tissues, again - drabble. :)
Too Bad: Nickelback
Running. That was all Alex could do: attempt to get away from the enemy. He knew he was at a disadvantage, a big disadvantage. It wasn't even a fight when it was the world against one.
He thought about turning around, and letting them take him. He knew he had had enough lucky chances, and it would happen sooner or later. So why not now? Why not when he was accepting it, ready for it...
His feet faltered, and he fell face first onto the ground. Turning over slightly, he saw the empty space where a person should have been standing. Then, as his mouth creased into a frown, he heard a small voice.
"Alex..."
Straining his ears, he heard the voice again, only this time clearer. "Just do it, Alex. You're ready for it. You don't need someone else to do it for you, after all you've been waiting for this moment. So do it, do it now!"
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tiny gleam in a bush. Crawling to it, he reached past the spiked leaves, and took out the item. It was a gun. The weight was heavy in his hand; the cool metal reminded him he was still alive.
"But you don't want to be alive, do you? Go on, finish it off. Stop lying to yourself. It's too late to change how things are going to end."
Alex clutched the piece of metal in his hand, admiring the smooth lines and sheer power of the simple machine.
"That machine could end all of the misery..."
Alex closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he still saw the gun in his hand, just waiting to be used.
"It's the right moment. Do it, finish it off!"
He tightened his grip on the gun, and slowly brought it to his temple. His hand was shaking, despite the fact that the voice clearly said that he wanted this. Pulling back the safety, he slowly tilted his head, so he could see the moon above him.
Putting his finger on the trigger, he was about to pull it when he heard, "Alex!"
His hand faltered, and his finger slipped, inadvertently pulling the trigger.
Falling slowly to the ground, he felt bliss as his ears heard faint sobbing in the background.