Drip. Drip.
Ugh.
He hit the ground hard, one knee pressed into the cold, unforgiving floor. Blood trickled from his mouth, staining his chin, his left side a burning, ragged wound. He tried to focus through the pain, through the betrayal that clawed at his chest more fiercely than any blade.
"Why… why are you doing this?" he spat, voice breaking, eyes locked on the one he had once called an ally.
A small, cold smile. "Because… loyalty is a luxury," they said, almost casually, as if the friendship, the trust, the shared battles—all of it—meant nothing. "Because some debts can't be ignored, and some favors must be repaid… with blood."
He coughed, the metallic taste filling his mouth, his vision swimming in red. The knife in his side burned like fire, but the deeper sting was the betrayal—the hand that had once been his was now the one tearing him apart.
"You… you were supposed to have my back," he whispered, disbelief heavy in each word.
"I did. Until I realized… I didn't." Their voice was calm, merciless, slicing sharper than any sword.
He shook his head slowly, tasting the bitterness of his own trust. His chest heaved, the ground beneath him quaking with the tremor of rage and pain. Then, something deep inside him flared, a final, desperate resolve.
"No… I won't die like this," he growled. "If I go down… you go down with me."
The air around him vibrated with power he hadn't yet dared to unleash. His blood pulsed with energy, every heartbeat a fuse, every breath a countdown. He pressed a trembling hand to his stomach, feeling the heat and the inevitable.
"Goodbye," he muttered.
Then he exploded. Fire, smoke, and force tore through the room. The world shook, screams echoing, shadows and dust consumed everything. His betrayal—the betrayal that had almost killed him—vanished in the storm of his own making.
When the smoke cleared, silence reigned. There were no bodies, even a little piece.
Ting
"Huh, what's that noose, who's speaking. I'm hearing a male voice".
As I opened my eyes, my vision started to get blurry. When my vision became clearer, I saw a middle age man wearing, some kind of tall jacket, it was white, pockets on the sides and a little one on the top holding a pen.
When my eyes fully opened, I said little words like, "where am I", while looking around, and saw a nurse wearing pink uniform with short black hair.
They looked at me, while the monitor beeped every second, and they looked happy to me.