Death, What Is Death?

"Dammit! This child is not human!" The man cursed as he quickly brought out another communicator.

"This plan can absolutely not fail no matter what, no matter the consequences it must be done"

Daemon doesn't have a normal identity and even the Franklin from before knows that much and that is why they only settle for mocking him but can not actually engage in any act of physical assault on him.

After making some complex gestures through the communicator, he finally talk, "Execute plan B, the child has actually finds out!"

He shouted at the communicator at his hand.

Daemon have already made contact with the Government and exposes all their plans, it seems his guess is really correct.

His family is actually coming after his own life and with his dead, the Government will be enraged and will do anything on there power to find out how it happened.

After all he is a valuable World Class Asset and with his family of hypocrites as the prime suspect, the Government investigation will soon yield result and their numerous crimes will be discovered.

But still Daemon is afraid of death, it is a complete mystery to him and he didn't know if he will be in eternal slumber, wake up and face judgment of paradise or hell or simply reincarnated.

But this world really has nothing to give him and so even if he didn't managed to escape death, he will die with no regrets knowing he rat out the culprits and have reached the pinnacle of knowledge in this world.

'A sniper from the east direction'

Daemon's mine quickly raced as it finds out numerous opportunities to dodge this attack and also how long will the enemy took before shooting and also the time taken for the bullet to reach him.

After evading the bullet, Dawn doesn't dare let his guard and that save him from multiple assaults to come.

Swoosh!

But there's one thing that Daemon have miscalculated!

A big truck is moving in high speeds and no matter how fast Daemon's Brain is, his body is still nothing but a human body and an untrained human body at that.

Boom!

It hits him!

At this moment time seems to slow down at least for Daemon it does, he slowly see all his life memories flashing before his eyes like a film and he is just like a a person watching a film.

At this moment he is just like a spectator in his own memories, he felt all the sorrowful, scary moments and so does he felt the happy and Glorious moments.

Unknowingly in his indifferent pair of eyes, one tear drop have fallen down from one of his eyes as he witness all that.

'The unknown Huh?' Daemon thought as he prepare to face whatever is coming.

The genius Daemon lay on the ground in his own pool of blood as he look at the gloomy sky.

Slowly rain began to fall as if mourning the loss of Daemon.

'Why do I feel so sleepy? What is this feeling...' Gradually Daemon felt so sleepy and his eyelids are getting much heavier than normal.

'I just want to rest' That is the only thought in Daemon's mind currently.

He could feel himself slowly losing control and feeling of his body part one after the other.

Maybe death is finally going to embrace him and pull him away from this world and from his family of hypocrites that only knows how to plot against each other.

Daemon always thought he is emotionless and holds no attachments to this world but at this moment he just felt to fight back and it relent control of his body to this unknown force.

Especially now that he is at death's door, 'This is really bizarre, this is one of the things that still remains a mystery to me, what is death?'

Death, it is one of the things that still remains an unsolved mystery to Daemon, in his mind this topic is coated in a lair of mystery.

'But me thinking about it will not stop it from happening, what is the use anyway?' Daemon decided to throw this topic to the back of his mind.

There's one thing about him, if something is inevitable he will just leave and rest for a while, he will leave the problem for the future him.

'This drowsy feeling refused to go away, let me just let it go and rest for a while' The light in Daemon's eyes finally faded at this moment, he still died with that indifference look on his face as he look at the sky.

Thunder strikes and rumbled but Daemon is no longer alive to appreciate it or even witness it.

Soon a friend in Daemon's line of work, at least that is what the guy thought of himself walk forward with an aggrieved expression as he use his hand to close Daemon's eyes.

In a white colored room, a pair of emotionless eyes suddenly opened!