Snapped from her insensibility, the petite orange-haired youth aimed her brandished weapon aloft. Yet nothing was released from the chamber.
Unfortunate for her and bliss for Rue, her mere second of hesitation had cost her a great opportunity to kill this illusive bastard.
Nearly stumbling after ensuing a jarring flank around the corner, Rue abruptly turned on his heels before pausing for a brief second. With his PTR-91 in hand, Rue his expression was borderlined demented, his demeanor was semblant to a madmans–Bloodshot eyes, a twisted grin etched his features, and each move was in effort towards his goal.
Each step, each kill, all of it was a step closer towards his desire.
Did he feel guilt?
Almost…it was the type of guilt one felt when they knew they couldn't do anything about the outcome of a situation, it wasn't their fault, but they still felt uneasy.
Rue didn't have the pleasure of sparing their lives, his own merely mattered more in his regard.
Releasing his onslaught of death past the corner, the petite orange-haired girl whose focus was more on her dash had lacked spatial awareness, immediately she succumbed to the same fate as her predecessors.
In the face of such a barrage her thin petite silhouette was essentially useless in fending off any of the projectiles, simply the Swiss gained a new variant of cheese as her body was immediately riddled with holes.
Modern art looked better than her current state. If the bullets didn't kill her then bloodlost would.
Seeing their comrades' death, the red-haired youth gladly smirked,
'This son of a bitch really fell for it!'
With his gun already at the ready, the red-haired youth began to frivolously spray the contents of his magazine.
Rue, whose livelihood was barriered behind brick and mortar, was in truth relatively safe from the attack, or so that's what he believed.
Gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw, Rue's gums began to bleed due to the sheer stress being pressed upon the soft tissue.
Wincing in pain Rue continued his assault around the corner while safeguarding his body via the wall albeit in hindsight this strategy was reckless, but it delivered impressive results, so take it as you will.
With this strategy, Rue was able to exploit their relative location, given the fact the fiends threw caution to the wind and began chasing him though a lengthy narrow hall, which was basically absent of any form of cover cover, this was a miserable mistake.
The back–to–back fire between both respective parties drew the deadly concourse of bullets for several minutes, before finally at last the ostentatious display came to a closing with its final bullet, which was made towards a youth who hectically dashed in the opposite direction in fear for his own life. After seeing his comrades dropping like flies due to this bastard, the youth rested on his own laurels.
Collapsing onto the ground the youth as an animal in desperation, began to crawl towards the stairwell, unfortunately his arms saw such an anointed move as blasphemy, with his arms giving out the teen just laid there, still, in his ever growing pool of blood.
This final muses were all of confusion
'This was supposed to be simple… They said we would merely kill these fuckers, it was supposed to be that!'
'Who is that fucker anyway, why did he get in our way!! Fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck!… I don't want to die… I wanted to have sex, enjoy my youth, party, experience vice, or whatever… Mom, Dad I'm not sorry for shit I hope you two rot in hell!!' These were his closing thoughts before he drew his last breath.
His breath— heavy and legs shaken, Rue leaned against the white–brick wall, his unruly curly gray hair was now matted, lumped, and tangled. His past gaudy looks were now tethered, taxed, and his expression was an unhealthy shade of white. Unnaturally and not aligned with his current sustained injuries, blood began to spill from his orifices, his vision tinted reddish.
That simple outfit of a white t-shirt and shorts, he had only chosen a few hours earlier now stained a dark red.
Collapsing onto his rear, Rue sighed as he laminated in thought at the T-bar ceiling above. After several seconds of deafening silence Rue began cough harshly
Covering his mouth with his hand, Rue noticed the blood tainting the pale skin of his palm.
Narrowing his eyes Rue hoarsely mumbled under his breath "Not yet,"
Tracing his index finger along a small puddle of blood, Rue began to gesture his finger across a blank tapestry within the linoleum floor's surface, this was going to be his final message.
Resolute with the inevitable prospect of death, Rue began to accept his fate, his final words were going to be an abridged testament for his mother, and love.
"Hiya, well this won't be long since I don't want my final words to be some cliche Hallmark BS… Mum, I love you, I genuinely mean it when I say this, without your warmth I don't know what would be of me, that smile you always seemed to don, it always granted me immunity from sorrow, I'm sorry I was such a bad son. Ritsue, please forgive this fool, I know I was such a terrible boyfriend, please for your sake forget about me. I don't want to a act as
a burden, please don't toil your mind over my mundane existence. I love you, au revoir my love, please live a long happy life with a person who makes you feel the same.
Ps: I've always hated those cookies you would make, yet I ate them anyway so you wouldn't feel so bad ;>"
Bitting his lower lip Rue forcibly stifled himself from breaking into a sod.
With the scarce reservoir of willpower he had and meager reserves of energy quickly subsiding, Rue laid on his back "...As they say…" He muttered, starring solomon at the ceiling "better go out with a bang, than falling into obscurity, at least like this… It'll be meagerly cool"
With this Rue died.
His cause of death—Exsanguination
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Darkness
It was all darkness. An pitch-black nothingness. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't smell, couldn't taste. He could hardly scrape together his thoughts to think coherently.
Yet he felt oddly warm, basked in heat yet its source unknown.
He felt numb
And more than his lack of abstract sense, he felt alone.
Isolated.
Was this… was this perhaps death? Had his stupid sought up convoluted plan reaped nothing more than the fruit of death… was… was his noble steed merely that, an action without real effect.
So what?
Drifting off for several seconds his grandeur continued
What was… ah… is this all all a hallucination, his brains final elucidation to ornament the final end?
Rue had never believed in any higher power or after life, merely believing such notions or paradigms were flawed fan-fictions of reality, a way for the power hungry blokes to tantalize the muses of masses by offering them bountiful fibs served on the silver platter known as the fear of the unknown, It been a concept proven time and time again though the tiles of history. Honestly he thought he would just vanish, ease to exist. Really, compared to an eternity of dark, it would have been merciful.
Now, he was alone with his obscured thoughts. Alone with his regrets.
He would never marry Ritsue, if they both decided to go down that path, never have children. He hadn't even had the opportunity to graduate high school. Travel the world in a several month long sabbatical. He would never eat his mothers food, never see her maternal expression, never read that Japanese–history–novel he swore to his friend he would read. Rue would never know if his sacrifice had made a difference, were there more people who he didn't kill?
Would Ristue be safe?
So many things.
But…
He was okay with it.
He had tried.
He had done his best.
He saw a sliver of light stab though the depth of the darkness like a knife. He felt like he was riding passenger in a train to the end of a particularly long tunnel, it was blinding, he hated it, he wanted to go back to the warmth. Though he couldn't see what was beyond the exit. Was it heaven? Hell? Which religion was right, or none at all…
Most likely hell…
He didn't know, but whatever awaited him beyond… he wanted none of it.
Yet, without his say he was forced through the tunnel into the light.