So... this is it, this is how you die, under a bridge soaked in your own blood.
The clicking of a revolvers hammer being drawn back snaps you back to reality, back to your cruel fate.
you prepare for the coming end but it doesn't come, guess you have a little time to reflect on your life.
You never knew your parents they died a month after you where born. It was only you and your brother Max.
Sure you spent a large portion of your life as a street urchin, begging for scraps and money, But Max was always there for you.
Sure you both had your fair share of fights, with each other and otherwise but he was always there for you and you for him.
One day however Max finally landed a job, The pay wasn't good But it was enough to keep our bellies full and a roof over our heads.
Then no more then a week ago Some thug Jumped us, Max... Well Max Doesn't go down with out a fight. Unfortunately however he brought a knife to a gun fight
quite literally the last thing he ever said to me was "Run" so that's what i did i ran. I have been running but you know what they always say:
the past always come back to haunt you. If by haunt you mean put a bullet though my brain then ya, haunt.
You open you eyes and see you "to-Be' killer ready to pull the... the... something catches your attention entirely,
a glowing shape in the corner of you eye
Then you hear it, the BANG, Everything is in slow motion but that-That thing is Growing, massing over you entire vision then
Nothing
Nothing but black
"so this is whats death is like' you say in the seeming nothingness
"Its so cold"
But somethings not right...
"cold... cold... and... windy?"