~POV ??~
As I breathe while feeling the blood leave my body, I think back to the choices I have made in my life. The adventures I took with my brother in all but blood and the lessons we have learned.
"Why my friend, why?!" I ask confused while lying on the cold wet ground. "Do I need a reason, my friend?" He replied grinning. "You want the company don't you?" rage filled me as I spoke those words. "Maybe, maybe not." shrugging as he answered me and began to escape from the scene. "You f*cking bastard, I let you enter my house, meet my parents who treated you like you were their child, gave you everything, trusted you, loved you." I screamed at him as I felt my life flash before my eyes.
During my furious speech, I felt darkness take over my vision. Taking my last breath while yelling those words was the last of my moments in the World of the living.
~POV change~
As the life of our unnamed protagonist slips away, he fails to notice a man standing at the entrance. The man was gazing at his cold deceased body while tears flowed down his cheeks. "Hopefully, we will meet again, brother," the unknown man stated while looking as if a piece of his soul had shattered. While lighting a cigar he looked at the full moon with melancholy in his eyes. "After all, to the well-organized mind death is but the next great adventure." he said with a sad smile on his face. "SO DON'T THINK YOU'RE RID OF ME, BASTARD!!" The man screamed unexpectedly while tears and snot covered his face.