So, this is what it is like die? To die for the ones you love, and the less fortunate? Did i really have to do the things that led me to this moment? Did i have to save all of those lives, even though it didn't matter? I don't know, for the first time, i don't have the answers. It was all a blur, i couldn't think straight, i could feel myself pulling away from my body slowly, almost taunting me, maybe teasing me, giving me the slightest hint that maybe, just maybe i could pull through, to get back up and fight. Its probably a sign telling me i still have more to do in this life. "very unlikely" i thought to myself.
What is there left for me to do here, i lost my friends, my family, my girlfriend and it was all thanks to the one who started it all, the one that has been driving me to this point in time, who made me the man i am today. what is the point of staying? Stay for the citizens you say? They need my help you claim? Ha, i laugh at the idea. Why would i help these pathetic excuses for humans, they don't need a hero, they think they can fix things on their own. Why would i help a city with corrupted, snobby, rude people like these. I never even meant to save some of these people, they just got in the way of what i was really after, what drove me to be the way i am, him! That one man! No one else! what should i do now?
He has defeated me, shown me who is the better man. My wounds are not severe, but if they wanted to, they could end me. I have two choice. I can die and go to peace, and let that tyrant go to kill innocent lives, and take over the city, possibly the world? Or do i shut the hell up and get my ass up from the cold hard concrete and fight for the people of not only the city but for my country, for the world. I don't have the answers, for the first time i don't...I laid there fading away into black, remembering how i even got my ass into this mess, this situation in the first place..i fell unconscious.
-M.R.K.
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