Sunset couldn't believe what happened. She reached for her throat. Her panic and confusion overpowering the pain that should have come from the hot fluid leaking from her neck. She fell to her knees and blearily looked around, the alley was dark and it was almost impossible to make out who was in it with her.
The perpetrator said something, but Sunset couldn't make it out. Her mind was hazy and light. She knew that there were plenty of people who hated her since the whole anon-a-miss thing started, but to do this?
She tried to croak out a question, but it seemed that the other person was sick of Sunset not responding to their words and threw out their leg towards her abdomen.
Sunset felt an impact on her stomach, but not the pain that should have come with it. As the feeling slowly slipped from her body, a final realization came to her, she was dying. The liquid covering her chest was blood oozing from her throat. She'd been murdered.
Her eyesight was getting progressively darker and her body getting weaker. Her last moments would be in a cold alleyway, getting kicked by someone who hated her. The heat seemed to pour from her body in a sweat, mixing with blood as it dripped down her quickly paling skin to an ever expanding pool on the cement below, any semblance of energy she had left following, as if being sapped by the force of gravity. A strange, almost fuzzy sound, assailed her ears, growing in volume while the already dark alley before her faded to black. Just before Sunset thought the incessant noise would reach its crescendo, It abruptly went silent.
Wasn't she supposed to see her life flash before her eyes? Family that had passed? A light? Something? No. Of course not. She never really expected anything like that, those were just hopeful wishes. She had no meaningful last thoughts. No apologies to be made, no peace to be found, no further matters to settle. The last thing that passed through her head was simply-
"This is bullshit"