The bullet hit me in the head. The force of it yanking my body to the ground, blood spraying from the the back of my head creating a red halo. It was, in a way, a fitting death. it was calm at least for me. I remember just laying there on the white granite my life's blood pooling around me. Unable to move my hands thrusted out. the position almost creepily like that of the virtuoso man, one of Leonardo Da Vinci's most famous sketches. Though I was fully clothed, my black assassins gear now drenched in my blood. I lays there calm and at peace. finally I would be freed of my pitiful life of killing, I could enjoy my new beginning. the beginning that came with death. I smiled until my brain started shutting down my heart starting to stop. Closing my eyes I remember people who said when you die you see a shining ray of light informer of your eyes. I guess it's a lie because all I saw when I died was blackness.
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When Hell becomes your Kingdom
FantasyIt's strange to experience death, even more so when Thanatos (a.k.a Death) informs you that you are now the King of Hell or the Underworld. Welcome to my life. I had lived as Kameron MacCallie for eighteen years until I was killed by a counter assas...
