d o w n w a r d s p i r a l





Epilogue.





//Three months later... //

"Die motherfucker!"

I rule! I so fucking rule, man!

I got them all - blasted the Oz scum away - mission accomplished: no problems.

I come in for landing - a little too fast, but I fly like I live: close to the edge.

It's only when I climb down from my Gundam with practised ease, and finally survey my surroundings that I realise how many of them there really were: mangled remains of Libras scatter the scorched landscape for miles.

Shit! I don't remember there being that many: must be at least ten suits here. I feel the adrenaline slip away, as the full force of what I have done washes over me.

( it was Shinigami )

It's so quiet...

Choking fumes rise steadily from what's left of the once hulking machines.

The tang of spilt blood.

Screams echo in the silence.

My laughter sounds broken and shattered - but I'm unable to prevent it from bubbling up and rising to mix with the blood and toxic fumes: painting the air with pain and horror.

( nobody worry, I'm just a little sick )

And - God help me: but I can't stop it.

I can't stop.