I was tired, the fight had worn me out, but I won. Technically I head officially 'won', he was in a daze in front of me as I was still aware. I didn't waste my time, I wanted him down and to stay down. I pulled out my dagger and began my onslaught of attacks, elimination, you may say.

I smashed his skull with a powerful roundhouse kick, it sounded like a gunshot, he fell limp. Before he hit the ground I kneed his chest, I heard bones break from the impact as he was shoved into the air. I then used my dagger to slash at him twice, ripping through the black robe and slicing his shoulders. I then threw the dagger into the skull, sending him flying off due to the momentum.

I looked at the ground where he once stood, bits of his bones and occasional blood from the brutality. I looked up to see him still flying through the air, he'll take a harsh landing too. I ran to where I estimated he'd land, a backyard, and waited. Five seconds after I had arrived he crashed in like a meteor. I ran to him, pulling my weapon from the side of his head.

The hollow eyes stared right at me, shock and disbelief remained slightly. The expression slowly became blank, soon staring through me. He'd already been dead, it was the instant the dagger shot into his head. I could tell, I knew when they died, he was limp by the time I'd picked him up. He would've died anyways, I just did it a few years earlier.

I grabbed his faithful scythe and carried the corpse, he deserved a proper burial. Nobody but raging lunatic saw me, they weren't sane enough to see what I'd done. They continued with their savage fights, although they were pointless, it was the inhumane rage that controlled them. I went to the graveyard, nobody had been there, and saw an empty pit.

There was no tombstone, this grave had never had an occupant, I know who it was for. Those two kids, they were to be buried together but sadly nobody gave a though about their friend. No coffins were in stock, I gently laid the body in the grass beside it and went to a tree beside a grave. I wielded his scythe.

"A tree, wonderful for shade on a sunny day when you give your lost one flowers." With a single swipe, it fell. A stump remained. "A stump for you to sit and sulk on."

It took hours of meticulous carving and crafting, but I finally made a proper coffin. It wasn't beautiful, but it'd do the purpose well. I placed him in gently, hands over the broken chest. I grabbed a rope and tired it around the coffin, lowering it into the pit. I heard and felt it touch the earth six feet under, I stopped and pulled up the rope. Using a shovel I covered the lid, sealing him away.

Hours of work I looked at the new addition to the fallen, it was perfect in this graveyard, a dug the scythe into the ground as a marker. I left and returned with a slat of pitch black marble, having carved into it. I placed it over the grave, marking the final resting place. This one stood out, the dirt was fresh, but soon I just sat on the stump.

I felt the rain begin to soak me, I looked up at the sky, it had turned grey. It was constant, heavy, and seemingly infinite. Yet I remained on the stump, sitting and waiting for it to end.

"A stump for you to sit on and sulk on."

I followed my own words, mourning at what I'd just did. It wasn't the first time I had so a such a thing, and it would definitely never be the last. I let simple tears form, the rain covered up my sorrows, water ran down my face mourning a friend. I has brought this upon myself.

I looked at the grave one more time, and I left.

I simply stared blankly at the two kids staring at me in shock and disbelief, the boy started bawling as the the girl looked down, lost. I simply turned and walked out of their lives. My flowers I had picked up from my garden had begun to wilt, I strolled down the street, waving and acting as a normal passerby.

I arrived at the metal gate and cold fence, they freaked open as I ignored the odd glances towards my way. I made my way, stepping on the path of green grass only. Picking up a few twigs as I made my way and adding them to the bundle. He's appreciate this if he were alive, I know it.

I stood there for a minute or so, laid the flowers and twigs down, and left. I didn't bother to plant them or whatnot, he'd want them to wither away like that. I ignored the blonde screaming 'murderer' at me as I left, not even bothering to giver her a second glance. I remained with a neutral expression on my face, closing my deep-cut crystal eyes.

I walked down the street, letting glares go through me.

And then I finally vanished.