50 deaths 50 mysteries

A Little Push

●Colorado Denver DC●

●Strong Language●
●2042 March 10th●

War, what a wonderful thing, it wasn't that big of a war but ever since Bock Jackson reformed the USSR, small wars have been sparked. God, his name was so stupid, he continued what Putin wanted after he was assassinated by a Japanese guy named Yakoi Dimantive, I have absolutely no clue how it happened but it did and I'm hella grateful but an even stupider person was but in Putins place, I swear the idiot doesn't even know how to run a god damn country! Even Soviets ashamed of his leader, and that's a huge sign that you're stupid, and don't know what you're doing. War was so great, am I right, my head hurts because transitioning into the stupid war form is overly painful because my horns are constantly growing until they reach their full form.

God damn, my whole body actually hurts because of the fact that I'm getting taller, all because of this stupid fucking war. Why dad, why did you have to join that war. Ya no, I get that somebody cough, China, cough was planning on attacking you, but you didn't have to commit to making WW••• a fucking thing. My head suddenly felt like it had been shot, going into an ungodly amount of agony. "AGH, FUCK!" I screamed, this was happening a lot, oh god that hurt a lot but I was thankful that it died down as quick as it hit me. "Hey sexy, where is someone this pretty going this late?" A rando cat called, what the fuck. I whipped around and stared at this man dead in the eyes. "ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND!" I screamed at him, he looked horrified realizing that, this person he just cat called, was one of the most blood thirsty people he would ever meet.

I almost burst out in laughter when he ran for his life, humans are so stupid. That was hilarious, I smiled to myself as I continued to walk down the path. I closed my eyes to try and relax my smile going to a sudden frown, the deaths, they've been in, alphabetical order and California dies last month. Am I going to die? How did I just figure this out, when am I even going to die. From those thoughts, I was suddenly stressed, by a good lot. Where's West? He's been gone ever since Alabama died, doesn't he have a child with him, well he did last time I checked which was in December on New Years. This doesn't have to stress me out this much but it did, wait, where even am I now? I opened my eyes and looked around, it was a forest area, the path was still there but, where am I?

Suddenly I was grabbed by the horns and dragged backwards, I tried fighting back but the person already had me on the ground. This person dragged me by the horns while I was on the ground so I didn't have much fighting capability besides clawing at the ground and screaming and trying to claw at the hands of this person. It hurt, my horns were still growing out and it hurt, I tried to launch myself of the ground and fling myself at the person by instinct, just this person was too strong. Even turning and tossing my body around wasn't enough, why did this person have such a strong grip! "LET- LET ME GO YOU- ASSHOLE!" I screamed at him with all the energy I had, I screamed at him until I was tossed by the horns and out into my own river.

This is it, all I had to live for ended here, what about West, what will he do when he ends up knowing I died, and in such a pathetic way too. It was hard to think about that as the river water flooded me, it was so hard to breath. I don't want to die yet, I had so much ahead of me and I die like this! A rock tore into my side, it hurt so much though I didn't even see the wound with all the water rushing into my face and different rocks and things lost in the river scratched at me. Knowing that'd I drown instead of being torn up to death mentally pained me, I didn't want to be in this position. I should have fought harder, I'm so, pathetic. At this point, I couldn't tell if I was crying or if it was the water when I tried to reach up for small breaths of air.

Eventually the water had claimed my body, I stopped fighting and let it take me, no use in fighting something stronger than you I guess. In my last moments, I witnessed my body slow down up to the shore and a guy and hoisted me over his shoulder, and took me somewhere. Where was he even taking me? Hopefully to a better resting place.

This man carried me for a while but dumped me into a lake, even worse. Here, I died, it was rather quick death but I'm dead now. It had been weird how I was conscience again after a small black out but I could breath normally but I was in my war form now, not developing, fully in the form. Rays of light streamed down into the water, I guess it had been morning now. There was somebody, they looked like they were grieving over my body that was pulled out of the water. Was it West? It probably wasn't, he hasn't come back for months, but there was a possibility... it definitely wasn't him, it didn't look like him. The person looked into the water more and looked at me dead in the eyes, he freaked out and started sobbing more, his facial features made him look like West but not the feature that would make him West.

Slowly, I came out of the water more, up to the shoreline, it was West, we weren't even together that long, why was he crying? "Colo?" I heard him, it was barely audible. "How did y-you die? I-I was only gone for three months! I g-get that's a l-long time, but why are you dead!" He half yelled out, I didn't want to answer that so I shrugged and sat closer to him and looked down, all I ever heard from then on was his sobs, it pained me to hear those.