Savior
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'Was death as scary as everyone made it seem?' He thought to himself as he laid there on the ground, watching the snow fall. 'Can someone actually escape death, or is it just a myth?' He laid there, feeling his heart beat slower in his chest as blood - his own blood - soaked the snow around him. He laid there; relaxed and calm as he bled. 'I'm not scared of death. In fact, I'm comforted at the thought of dying.' As he laid there, slowly begining to shrivel away pathetically, tears rolled down his cheeks. He closed his eyes and waited for the moment to arrive, he waited for the moment where his last breathe will escape his cracked lips, leaving his body for all of eternity, filling the chilled air with the last aspect of him. When he felt fingers slide along the side of his throat and on to the back of his neck, lifting his limp and bleeding head off of the snow covered ground. He felt breathe, gently ghosting over his lips. He felt the shift of the person's breathe, moving from his lips and on to his throat. When suddenly, something pierced into his throat and a scream filled the night sky.
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graphics credit: VIOLET box
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