Someone was screaming...

Several people laughing crazily...

BANG!! The gunfire echoed throughout the building...

Explosions and masses of fire illuminated the night sky...

Even so, he could still hear his comrade's weakening voice...

"Ugh... A-Alfi... Go... Run away from here... I-I beg you..." A moan of pain echoed in his ears, the stench of blood piercing his nose. Dark, solemn eyes stared at him, begging, as he took one last breath before he stopped gasping for air entirely.

The light of life in those eyes then disappeared, leaving them staring blankly at the young man who crouched down beside the body.

Go?

Where? Where could he go without them?

It should not be like this. No matter what happens, they were supposed to be together. Always...

They all left him... no... it was not like that, he was the one who failed to protect them.

It was his fault. His fault. His fault. Never theirs.

Now he's alone... Why? Why did this happen? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-?!

WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME?!

Then, footsteps and a laugh were heard. "Finally, we meet."

***

He felt his body as if sinking, there was no footing under his feet, yet he did not feel any water around him. Everything is dark, not a single bit of light to see. Despite all this, he felt calm, even when he should be panicking. "This place is safe," he thought. Then, a fragment of memory suddenly came back to him.

***

"Yo-You... Traitor!" A young man that looks no older than twenty, hollered with difficulty before he finally coughed up blood. A bullet was lodged in his chest on the left side, making him gasp in pain every time he breathed in.

His wounded body leaned heavily against the wall. The people he loved, those who protected him till the end, their bodies were now covered in their blood that pooled on the floor underneath them.

Pale white skin, eyes blank without the light of life, blue lips dyed with the beautiful red color of blood, a chest that was no longer thumping... They are gone- They are just asleep!

His brown eyes glared sharply towards the man who has taken away his happiness and the life of his beloved. He was surrounded by the traitor's men. A chuckle broke the silence of the night as the traitor approached him. The gun that has taken the lives of the people he cares for was pointed to his forehead.

"Hahaha... Alfizar~ Alfizar~ I'm not a traitor... I just took back what should have been mine." He said with a ghoulish smile. The traitor stared down at him, then the traitor crouched down to Alfizar to look deeply into his eyes. "If only your father gave me all that should have been mine, then you would get to live like any ordinary people... and I don't have to dirty my hands with his filthy blood."

Alfizar gritted his teeth, furious... looking at the traitor's face that was so close to him, Alfizar did not waste his chance to spit at him. The traitor shut his eyes and sighed, seemingly calm. One of his men wiped off the saliva from the traitor's face with a handkerchief.

The traitor let out a small laugh again before he stopped and suddenly smacked Alfizar's head with his gun. BAM!! Alfizar's face was turned to the left by the blow, his brown hair shadowing his eyes as fresh blood flowed down his right forehead. The traitor grabbed a handful of his brown hair and pulled it backward.

With much difficulty, Alfizar gripped the traitor's hand, then channeled his remaining energy and Aura to his palms, as he unknowingly managed to use his own life force to strengthen them.

A crack was heard followed by a scream of pain from the man he loathed the most. He managed to crack the traitor's wrist. A twisted smile bloomed on his face, but that smile was short lived.

Someone yanked him up, and by the time he could register what had happened, he was already sent flying from a brutal kick that unquestionably cracked a few ribs of his. He crashed against the wooden crates that were used to store things.

He struggled to sit up as he keeps coughing up blood. The traitor and his men quickly advanced towards him, probably to beat him up again, then give him a slow death. But he won't let the traitor have the pleasure of killing him. His hands creep up to his neck, then he braced himself.

Crack!

He died from his own hands.

***

Tears rolled down Alfizar's face from his eyes, wetting his cheeks. Now he remembers what had happened before. He failed, failed to protect those he cares for, failed to protect his family, failed to protect everyone around him.

They all lost their lives for him. For this useless self! He sobbed again. Then the tip of his toes has finally reached a footing. Just like with a calm water surface, the moment his toes touch the surface, small waves were created then spread around him along with the light that began to light up his surroundings.

Now, no matter how far his eyes looked towards the distance, the only thing that was visible was the blue sky that were filled with clouds, with the water surface as the ground where he stood, reflecting the sky above. His body now feels light, very different when compared to the moment before his death, with every inch of his body hurt.

Something felt heavy in the breast pocket of his white shirt. He pulled it out of his pocket, an antique pocket watch he'd got almost four years ago. It still works pretty well, it's only a minute before it's precisely at XII. The needle that shows the seconds of time keeps ticking to the Roman numeral of twelve. When the time showed that it was exactly at XII, the needle no longer moved.

DONG~! The sound echoed everywhere; above, a crack in the sky appeared and everything collapsed upon Alfizar. Everything went dark before he could even scream.