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Crime... Sadness... Agony... We all know them well. But we know them as borders that separate us from death. Sometimes death doesn't mean the end. You'll say that we don't really know what happens after you die. Nobody knows this and nobody will know until he dies.
But there is also another result of dying, it does exist in some cases. The main condition is that you are a reaper.
She was lying down on a carpet soaked with blood and crimson stains were adorning her pale skin. Glass crushed to the dust was sticking out of her eyes making her look like a broken lightbulb. But she wasn’t dead, not yet. The only thing that was keeping her alive was pain. It was causing stretching of each part of her body. She never looked so beatiful before. At least for him, even through these eyes flooded in sadness.
- I’m not the first one. How many people have you killed? – Weak choking voice went out of leaky mouth.
- Now you’re talking? This is a little too late. - He lasted expressionless.
- Answer me.
- Why should I? I still didn’t get an answer to my question.
- And you will never get it. The chase has already started.
- Chase? Such a ridiculous world.
He skewed over her that close, that she could feel his cold breath on her boiling with pain neck.
- Do you have a dream? – He asked.
- I expect you to die.
Then he mixed the taste of steel with her heart, finally. If her eyes weren’t senseless, the last thing she would see was his smile. Demonlike smile fed by sadness was going through his face.
- Too late... I’m already dead.
But there is also another result of dying, it does exist in some cases. The main condition is that you are a reaper.
She was lying down on a carpet soaked with blood and crimson stains were adorning her pale skin. Glass crushed to the dust was sticking out of her eyes making her look like a broken lightbulb. But she wasn’t dead, not yet. The only thing that was keeping her alive was pain. It was causing stretching of each part of her body. She never looked so beatiful before. At least for him, even through these eyes flooded in sadness.
- I’m not the first one. How many people have you killed? – Weak choking voice went out of leaky mouth.
- Now you’re talking? This is a little too late. - He lasted expressionless.
- Answer me.
- Why should I? I still didn’t get an answer to my question.
- And you will never get it. The chase has already started.
- Chase? Such a ridiculous world.
He skewed over her that close, that she could feel his cold breath on her boiling with pain neck.
- Do you have a dream? – He asked.
- I expect you to die.
Then he mixed the taste of steel with her heart, finally. If her eyes weren’t senseless, the last thing she would see was his smile. Demonlike smile fed by sadness was going through his face.
- Too late... I’m already dead.