Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-26571677-20160403094959

He held her hand to his cheek, and cried into it, the limp body of hers cold to the touch.

"Don't cry? How can you ask me of that? I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

He held her head in his arms, and rocked it back and forth, tears coming down in silent streaks, as the book and pen fell from his hands.

"I can't keep that final promise...heh, I ain't got nothing to live for, no point in living, is there now? So, I guess I'll look up at you...for hell is where I'll stand."

He got up, carrying Zhu-Ali's limp body in a bridal hold, and walked through the debris and flashing lights, where people looked at him, but didn't shoot, they could see the boy was already dead.

He walked to the edge of the area, where the lights flashed across his back, illuminating the grassland in front of him, and set her down among the fresh, clear grass with dew still clinging to their leaves. He picked multiple white flowers and arranged them around her, before picking a final, blue hyacinth, and sticking it into her hair.

He then stood, hands crossed, and whistled a sad melody, (http://youtu.be/rhN7SG-H-3k)

When he was done, he smiled, crinkling his tear-stained face, and bent down, kissing her on the forehead.

"Sleep tight, for you are my life, my happiness, my grief, my emotions. And I have lost you."

He walked back to the trucks and ambulances, ignoring the paramedics that clamoured around Zhu-Li's body, trying to revive her, and bee-lined to Estelle, who looked at him with terrified eyes that only grew wilder when he pulled out Arkhalis, in gun form.

He raised the ballistic weapon to his head, and his finger refused to pull the trigger, as if his other self was holding him back. So he passed the weapon to Estelle, and placed the barrel right to his forehead, before looking at the Faunus girl with the deadpan, emotionless eyes of a husk.

"Pull the trigger, I can't do this myself. Please, I beg you."

He saw her finger tighten on the trigger, and closed his eyes,

You feeling lucky, punk?

I don't care, soon, I'll be looking up at everything I care for, from the burning pits of hell.

''You...you can't do this! No! I won't allow it-''

Goodnight, world.