"hey, Keyra. I'm thinking that I might go and die today. I won't wait any more." Said a young man with cold eyes. He was without a shirt and wore joggers which hung loosely and would fall often luckily he wore pants underneath which were loose running pants. Beneath we're boxers. And tucked over his boxers between his pants was an ap pistol which he used to take plenty of lives.

For one so caught in wars of the world his body was clean of wound and scar. Yet he was gone and lean. His back straight as he stood on the brick wall about 9 feet up.

Near his side sitting on the wall was a stunned girl with widening she's a stormy grey which matched close to the dark clouds above threatening the surface world with a cloud burst.

The girl the young man recognized as keyra craned her neck so fast it wouldn't be unusual for a crack to occur, she gazed up at her long time friend, the man whom gave them and their families victories again and again. The man who also had nothing him self. His crew or friends were gone. Dead while taking it easy.

It wasn't a miss fire either. The group responsible was simply tying up lose ends with some emotions had. Later on was caught by a victim and tortured to death for days on end. The man who caught them? Well she's looking at him.

"God! You're not serious. Don't abandon us.. you won't right? You have been out of it for a while.. I didn't expect it to be so deep!" Said keyra. You could hear the worry in her tone. For a moment the young man gazed at the fallen angel black hair color which matched his own. For his gaze she opened her mouth to speak but no words were spoken.

He looked into her eyes after a moment's moment's consideration.

"The streets are enough.. wars won't end. After my revenge I was mostly done. I'll be frank and say the reason I kept going after my fam died was you. But.. even should I fight the result will be the same." He said with a deep wisened voice, his emotion was in his words and obviously tired from his voice which was still strong as always and his look was threatening as he always kept it. However around her it always seemed to soften a bit.

"But Endless, You leave then everyone will die!-" she shouted full of concern, she was on the verge of tears. She wanted to press it as a joke but he was never one to kid around much after his died.

"Silence. Call me Yei. I told every one to use that as a joke. The last joke I ever used before I die. This war was a long one. My kill count is a long one. The time flies! it doesn't stop." He responded half agitation in his tone.

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Keyra flinched. She knew not to argue with him much, he never played hands on her but his looks were enough to scare her alone. He was also handsome, smart and extremely desirable. Mind his personality.

However the thoughts of her family, the thoughts of mom, dad, other friends, brothers and sisters. Street people she would die for. If this man leaves then they won't last. It would explode in chaos first of his death and once their enemies find out the main issue is gone then their bound to wash up on the block.

She chose to persist!

"If you leave! You don't understand!" Keyra shouted to the top of her lungs. She was about to rapid fire her argument when Endless pulled at his handle on the pistol.

"Shh.. " Endless slowly pulled the gun with his hand to his right touching his lips with an index indicating no further talking.

Keyra felt threatened and immediately shut up. Her arguments didn't matter anymore. She feared death by this man more than anyone else. He was brutal, cruell and never to be underestimated. The calmest killing and most dangerous intoxication.

"Keyra. I fought for how many years?" Said endless. The question was mostly rhetorical because she couldn't bring her self to answer but she knew the answer. Most of his life he's held the right, he's held his gun. He's held his pride, dignity and demeaner. "Many enough. I've been through wars all across the United states! A few for the people over seas. And they don't stop! People know people and have more people! This. Doesn't. End! What do you want!? Me to destroy the shit you and everybody so called loves!? You guys barely give a damn!" Endless said, who knows what was running through his mind besides Carnage right now. He didn't need a therapist he needed rest. Repetivity would put any one on edge.

He in an easy swift almost unseeable movement turned off the safety and aimed at her chest.

She whimpered a bit as she quieted any attempt to growl defiance. She was tough for a girl because she hung around him often but her nerves we're bad when he was so serious. However this was beyond any serious he's ever been. She was in a frightened what to do state as his crazed eyes damn near pierced a home through her flesh like the bite of a gun.

"This.." endless said.. with one last.. but final weathering long breath. "Is the end of my block. Maybe another life? Actually no.. I don't want to see any body again.. don't dare bother me in my sleep." Endless said, slowly his left hand rose and with his gun.

Keyra noticed it and tried to stop him and shot up from sitting, he sneered with a condescending smirk which she knew to well. He easily beat her in speed and lifted his right arm unnecessarily. He took the point of the gun and aimed beneath the left arm holding the gun precise to his side. He tapped the trigger and the rounds sung his last song.

He smiled for the the first time.

A genuinely at peace smile.

Keyra cried as she failed to stop her one true friend from ending his own life.. wait.. was it his own or did he carry them? Carrying another isn't really your life is it.. he lived for the multitude and protected and killed excessively. He was over bearing. This person.. whom never lived his own life fell to his grave.

9 feet below..