You handed me your gun, and took upon yourself to hold the blade- No bullet could penetrate its surface, the thin metal sheath holding it's own against round after round, before the clanging ceased. Your body fell limp upon the floor, a single wound through your forehead, and an exit wound opposing it- one bullet hit its mark, and now we will let gravity seep its weight down upon your blood as you slowly become forgotten. 

Your only remnants are the deafening waves of sound echoing through the darkened rooms, soon fazing out just as you have done.