Literature
Dark death fic
And it was done.
Judas' sword had plunged through my chest, striking my heart. And now I was dying. Something as simple as that could kill me, the perfect, supposedly indestructible bio-weapon of war. So much for that
For some strange reason though
I was starting to get cold. Never in my life had I ever felt this cold. Even through the harsh winter during my occupation of the abandoned building in Germany that I had called home. And yet
now
I could feel it. This cold that humans seemed to complain about.
All through this, my body started to grow heavy as well it seemed. But regardless of my weakening body, I stood