Survival Rising Stage
The battle was over...but the losses were great, for me at least.
Why me exactly??... I wasn't strong or powerful, I didn't provide great support, nor did I keep the team together.
"So why me?" this was the thought in my mind as I bled out.
My killer was on top of me at this moment and I questioned them. Black hair, purple eyes, and a faint mysterious aura surrounded this person. He looked me in the eye, with a crazed look and a bloody grin on his face, "because you were weak", he said. "because you were weak...I would be able to take you down with me before...I died" his ability to speak was slowly slipping away. He was also bleeding out just like me. But, I did not create his injuries.
To the right was a woman who once was a crybaby, with black hair, yellow eyes, and a petite body representing the fact she was only 17 year old, staring coldly at us.
"She's changed so much", I said reminiscing in the better times, when she was easily scared by an ant crawling on her arm.
To the left was a man with a murderous aura around him, he was the one who brought along the fatal injuries on my killer...no traitor of our group. He had black and yellow eyes as well and was the older brother of the other woman, unlike a cold stare he has a murderous aura, the reason was unlike the other 5 members of our group and this traitor, he and I were like brothers and were very close.
I was very sad to have let him down.
Smiling a bitter smile I looked at, "Im sorry", I muttered.
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