The Last Battle

I stand, facing the man across me. Looking him in the eyes. Those deep, unmerciful eyes. The man who owns them. The man in a trench coat and shades. The man who stares at me. The man who looks formidable.

The man who killed everyone I love.

Family. Friends. All gone.

I stare at him. So many feelings pumping through me.

Hate. Sadness. Determination. Many others I can't give a name to.

And now, I'm here, looking at him, not even rushing towards him to gut him yet.

I steel myself.

I have to do this.

So I run, holding the knife firmly. He runs too, towards me. Wielding a knife too. We clash, knives scraping across each other. We look at each other. Analyzing. Thinking. All while the battle goes on. I finally manage to wound him. One slash across the back. But he has wounded me half a dozen times. He's much better than me.

And suddenly, I'm afraid I won't be able to do this.

But I have to.

For my parents. My family. My friends. I have to.

Tears blind me. And that's where everything goes wrong.

The man turns, and stabs me. Right in the stomach.

He pulls it out. And walks away.

As for me, my stomach is bleeding rapidly, along with the half a dozen wounds. My mind goes foggy. I collapse, onto the cold hard floor.

I think, well, at least I got a chance to know who killed everyone. And soon, I'll be with them. My last thought?

This actually is worth it. Dying isn't so bad anyway.

And I black out.

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Credited to Hetalia4ever
Originally uploaded on April 28, 2012

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