Death is cold

" it is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets"

-Voltaire

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There is a saying, death comes quickly to those who fallow the wrong path but does this saying ring true when valiant heroes fall to another mans blade? does it ring true when a mother brings life for the cost of her own? Does it ring true when a man is falsely accused and now holds hands with death?

Is death so shallow as to take from the world and leave despair from its steps. Is death so shallow to cause despair just from walking. IS DEATH SO SHALLOW AS TO WATCH OVER A MAN WHO HAS WORKED HIS WAY FROM POVERTY FROM THE WRETCHED CLUTCHES OF HIS CAPTIVES FROM THE FALLEN ASHS OF HIS FAMILY FROM THE GRESUM FAITS OF LIFE

JUST TO TAKE IT AWAY THE VERY NEXT SECOND.

"Is death really so shallow?"

I ask my self as my still beating heart beats its last beat, as my aged worn eyes see the last thing they shall ever witness, as my lungs exhale its final breathe.

I reflect on my past as i sit covered in blood.

I was born to a slut of a mother and a unknown father. My mother was a prostitute and a cocaine addict she would do anything to get her fix which included selling me to a shady organization.

This organization know as CSR (child soldiers recruiters) was exactly how it sounds they where a organization that bought poor kids from crack head parents and trained them to become the perfect child soldier which would then be sold to sadistic fucks who would use them how ever they wanted. I was one of the lucky ones i was sold to a under ground fighting arena located in the United States of America.

I would fight daily in the arena against opponents that would rang from much older to me to much younger. To win the fight you had to kill the opponent needless to say i have killed many but this does not affect me any more as i have grown contempt with what i have done

I eventually escaped from the arena when i was 15, by killing every single member apart of it. After that i went on the run hoping from town to town until i was able to secure a new identity and under that identity i was able to create a life for my self I built a company which grew to be one of the best in the world with that new power i had i was able to destroy the CSR and finally live my life

With age i grew week as i was under the premonition that all my enemies where long dead but that proved untrue as the past has come back to hunt me down

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Unknown person POV

I stood above the old men as I could see the faint light in his eyes dying the once overbearing figure that I have been trained to kill ever since i was but a small boy is finally having his life taken from him i was overjoyed as i have completed my life objective my father will be proud when i report how I killed his mortal enemy and how he died with shame and regret in his eyes

But as i starred into his eyes i did not see sham noor regret all i saw was joy

joy

FUCKING JOY THE MAN WHO I SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE TRAINED TO KILL WAS DYING WITH JOY IN HIS EYES

The hatred i felt for him at that moment outclassed anything I have ever felt my pure unbridled rage took over as i took action to finish off the man in one swift motion I brought my foot above his head and slammed down with all my strength but suddenly he spoke and my foot stopped a inch from his face.the man spoke and with his aged voice i was frozen the man looked me in my eyes and as i stood there waiting for his finally words, words I presumed would have me rethink my entire life words which would shatter my reality but instead of theses words which would change my whole being he spoken vulgar words a constant borage of insult amid at my mother, my father , my teeath and as he put it " giant whale of a fucking forehead that shit aint even a forehead thats shit look like a mf white bored" i was agast at the obscenities that was spewing from the old man mouth but finally my brain took over control of my body and i stomped on his head to finally put him out

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The mc POV

The young mans boot hit my head causing me to finally be put to sleep as i felt my soul be taken out of my body and thrown into warm water if you could even call it water it contained everything that i never got to experience in my life the warmth of a family the loving embrace of a wife the ability to go to school it all embraced me as i flowed in the 'water' but that was all taken as i was flung from the 'water' in to the ever lasting cold

I couldn't see anything it was pitch black and i wondered endlessly constantly searching for that 'water' to be able to feel the warmth and comfort of it just one more time

I was like that for millions of years wondering in the abyss no since of self no entealgince only the strong desire to find warmth my body slowly took the form of a monster my arms grew longer and longer for each step i took my neck twisted farther and farther for each blink and my body grew bigger and bigger for every inhale that left me with nothing but the taste of twisted and tormented souls

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Random omnipotent being POV

I was wondering though my domain when i founded something interesting

" is that a soul " i said out loud i was dumb founded at how a soul was able to survive in the abyss and at that for millions of years i took hold of the soul that no longer looked human and thought "might as well fix its appearance and put it back into the reincarnation river

And i did just that i remolded the soul to its original form but i added a lil extra as a gift for entertaining me for a little bit after all it was strange to see such a anomaly

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Arthur notes

I am a newbie Arthur just looking to write something fun so don't expect much from this story but I will try my best to make this story enjoyable I appreciate all feed back

This first chapter will be shorter then other chapters as I hate writing how the mc dies and reincarnates