Arrow was tired. Everyone always asked zem, "What are you tried of?". And zey would always say the same thing, everything. There was nothing to do any more.
Zey had scaled all the mountains and swam in all the oceans, Zey had crawled through every cave and visited every volcano.
Zey had learned all of the history and all of the science. There was nothing new to learn or see.
Zey had seen everything zey're little planet had to offer.
Zey realized there was one thing that zey had yet to experience. Death.
Zey had experienced: love, pain, pleasure, enjoyment and agony.
Death, was the only thing left.
Arrow decided. Zay would experience death.
So late in the night they snuck into the weapons building which they had in case of an invasion.
Zey grabed the first one Zey saw, a simple hand gun. It glowed lightly, it had been polished. Zeir night vision could tell that much.
Zey looked in one of the many drawers and found what zey were looking for, bullets.
Zey loaded the gun and pulled the little thing on the back, zey had forgotten what it was called. Zey had been taught in school but that was over 200 years ago.
Zey but the gun to zeir forehead. Zey weren't afraid. Zey never were, this was just a new experience. A fun one at that.
Zey smiled as zey pulled the trigger and heard the bang. Zey felt the bullet enter zeir head and the exit.
The pulled it again as they began to regenerate. And again. And again. And again.
Soon, zeir vision began to go black. It didn't hurt as zey fell to the ground.
Zey put a hand to the hole in zeir head and began to pull zeir brain matter out. It didn't hurt. It never did.
Zey pulled zeir blood covered hand away from zeir head. The black sealed zeir vision.
Zey had learned..what death was like.
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Historia CortaMy mind is very dark and twisted, when it comes to school assignments or just random short stories. They're always Thrillers or horror or mystery. I was told that I should be sharing these stories because they are quite good. Most of them will be...