The warmness was slowly pooling out from his ravaged body. He leaned back, closing his eyes and breathing slowly, inhaling and exhaling, he could feel the pain but it did not bother him. The land was dry, and the sun was setting over the horizon, hiding behind the desert dunes. It’s light shone onto the valley, illuminating the swirl of broken dark clouds, he watched as the breach in the sky sewed itself together again, it would be the second time he’d seen something like that.
A man kneeled infront of him, his artificial arm gently grasped onto his shoulder, he gave him a smile. He turned his head, a broken shell of blue and electrical sparks, a personification of hate no longer had to suffer it’s own existence. Two men were carrying a body out, it had his face, a younger face, but it was his. The lifelessness of the eyes he saw upon his face reminded him.
Two bullets, one in the torso, one in the mouth. His own body poisoning him. He couldn’t speak anymore, he couldn’t move. The man’s smile faltered, as he watched the life in the old man’s eyes slip away. The world would never know what happened here. It was best they didn’t.
Somewhere in Nevada, an old man finally rested. Watching the sun set.
A man kneeled infront of him, his artificial arm gently grasped onto his shoulder, he gave him a smile. He turned his head, a broken shell of blue and electrical sparks, a personification of hate no longer had to suffer it’s own existence. Two men were carrying a body out, it had his face, a younger face, but it was his. The lifelessness of the eyes he saw upon his face reminded him.
Two bullets, one in the torso, one in the mouth. His own body poisoning him. He couldn’t speak anymore, he couldn’t move. The man’s smile faltered, as he watched the life in the old man’s eyes slip away. The world would never know what happened here. It was best they didn’t.
Somewhere in Nevada, an old man finally rested. Watching the sun set.