Why Dont You Just Drop Dead?

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Im so sorry. Enjoy.

I run at William and push him over. He isnt prepared and snarls as I fumble for my stake. He pushes me off him and I fall off to the side. We both jump to standing and begin to engage in fight.

He punches me with force that hurts so bad. So bad I can barely think.

I punch his windpipe and his crotch, making him double over. I force him onto his back on the floor.

Rage is filling up every inch of my body and I cant wait and contain it for a moment. I scream, and in seconds, its over.

There is a stake impaled in him. The light is brighter than ever before and I feel like Im going to go blind, but I keep staring. He screams a lot, his hair flapping around him. His hands scratch and scrape and its a horrible sight.

I just sit there, straddling him, and watching him die.

Suddenly something takes me by surprise. Straight through my stomach. Blood pours from my mouth and I splutter. No. No. No.

"Holy shit!" I hear someone shout, running at me.

I fall off William, clutching at my stomach. I peek under my hands. There is a crimson red stained stake. I laugh, they thought I was a vampire.

Andy crouches next to me. His eyes are filled with tears and his mouth is gaping.

"Holy shit." He keeps repeating.

"I did it Andy, revenge for Joe and Pete." I whisper.

My stomach is numb and is slowly bleeding, not as fast as I would have thought.

"PETE! PATRICK!" Andy is sobbing but Im fine.

The expression on their faces hurt more than the stake does. Its like Im being stabbed a thousand more times. Petes lip quivers and Patrick looks hopeless. They kneel next to me.

"Im so sorry." Andy sobs.

"Hey guys, I killed him." I force a smile on my face.

"Is there any way to save her?" Petes eyeliner is smudged down his face.

"Guys, no point. To be honest nothing gets better than this. This is the pinnacle of my life. I just killed him." I say.

Andy supports me to sitting upright as I can manage.

Patrick is racking his mind and Pete is shouting frantically. Andy wont stop crying.

I watch the tears fall down Andys face and count them. 1...2...3...4...

"Stay with me! Please stay with me!" Pete yells.

Pete looks horrible. His face is contorted into and ugly shape and tears fill in the crevices.

Lights start dotting my vision and I blink for long periods of time. My stomach burns.

Pete leans forward and grabs me into a hug, pulling me onto his lap. I let him drag me like a corpse.

"What do we do, Patrick!?" Petes voice is distorted, only partly from tears.

"I-I-I dont know a-anything." Patrick panics.

The silver panels are now crimson, like a super hero cap colour.

"How about I-I just drop dead? Get this over with. Its hurts guys, it hurts." I say quietly.

Petes arms are tight around me.

I think of when I first met them all, laughing at Andy outside the coffee shop. Andy forgetting his bottle. Me training with them. Pete being hostile at first. Patricks magic diary. Petes concoction. Andy and his sword. Joes jokes. Joes death. Our park adventures. Night time talks with Pete. Fighting with Andy. Fixing Patricks gun. Soon to be my death, my most glorious moment.

I slip down so my head is just in Petes lap.

"Thank you guys. Thank you. I had a great time." I mumble.

I look through each of their eyes. I hover on each of theirs. Andys, his eyes are red from crying. Patrick looks like he misses me already. I reach Petes and it breaks my heart. I try not to cry.

"Thank you." I mouth, closing my eyes.

Good night.

They say the biggest mistakes lead to the biggest adventures. Well, I can tell you, they were right.