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I watch from my place among the stars. I watch as we all fall down, lifeless.
   This was only the beginning.
   I fell early, as if they felt I needed to be eliminated first. I most likely won't ever know why.
   Who is "they", you ask? Oh, that I can't tell you. But I can tell you that it's the year 2029. The world has crumbled under tyrants and sorcerers. Leaders of blood and death. Only half the population stands alive, for they have come.
   They prowl the streets, searching for another innocent being so they can slaughter them where they stand. They pull the trigger with their blood-stained hands, watching with glee as the victim cries their last cry before they drop dead, blood gushing from the bullet wound. Masks conceal their faces, but no one wants to see the face of their soon-to-be killer.
   One thing all of these "people" have in common, besides their killer instinct, is they all work under the same ruler. No one knows who this is, nor will we ever know.
   All I know is that the Protectors can't save the world now. Only a handful of us are actually still alive at this point. And I can't do anything but watch. Never in my life have I never felt so useless.
   I'm surrounded by what seems heaven-like whiteness, but below and in front of me are like giant television screens projecting the gruesome fate of the world for me to see. When the cursed blade cut through my heart, I believe I had a choice. Either walk among them and watch, or sit up here (wherever "here" is) and watch. I think, as my life replayed itself in my vision, I chose here. As my last breath slipped away into the air of the falling world, I felt my life essence seep into the stars. I felt my soul being dragged the millions of miles, or so it felt like. Before I knew it, I was watching my own, bleeding body from above, in this "heaven" I sit in now. I watched as Thomas rushed over, I watched the look on his face when he knew for a fact I was gone, gone for good this time.
   They won't stop until they control the world. Whatever the damn cost is, they sure as well will pay it. It doesn't matter how many rotting, twisted bodies litter the streets, they just want control. Isn't control what we all want?
   When people ask for peace, is this what they had in mind? Apparently this... This ruler thinks so.
   Yet the world is far from silent.
   The pain will never end, the pain will never stop, not until every last person is bleeding out on the streets.
   You know, if you listen closely, and I mean very closely, you can hear one of the killers chant something before their murderous hands pull the trigger. It sounds something like: "Mors non prohibere, ne morte finiri morte non finiant nec suam." I haven't gotten around to translating it yet, but whatever it is, I don't think it's talking about rainbows and fluffy kittens.
   Truth be told, the world fell when one decision was made. I can't say what that one point in the past was, for it would bring out pain. Whenever someone tries to remember it, it feels like they are dying, even if they are dead, so I have found.
   No one can save us now. The world is too far gone. We must perish beneath the hands of this unknown bloody enemy. And I must watch it all, every little detail, I can see it all. The living mind cannot comprehend what I am seeing displayed out before me. Not in this moment in time, at least...
   Beware the future.
   They are coming.
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ANT:

Ehe, sorry about the long wait. I just have absolutely NO ideas for what to write about in this story. That's why my updates take soooooo long...

Idk what I was going for in this chapter, but I kinda like it. I've been reading a lot of Creepypastas lately and listening to songs about death (ehehehhehehehehehehhe) so yeah, I just made this story as I went along, with no idea of how it was gonna turn out.
Fuuuuttuuuurrrreeeeeeeeee.
Yay.
Not.

Oh, ehe, I also left you on that cliffhanger from the last chapter. I'll get to the conclusion of that soon, I promise (maybe... >:) ).

ANYWAYS, again, sorry about the long wait! Ehehe....

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