Things end. Sometimes without any rhyme or reason, things just end. I don't like it

It struck a chord with me even though I don't know how to play an instrument. Whether it's the delicious food I was eating or being away from home, it has somehow, someway ended.

Accepting that things end has been a difficult process that we all have to go through, but, this is one of the things that I never wish to end. I never thought once that things will end this way, or even end at all. Maybe this will end too…

“Have I taught you nothing, Focus!”

He took a slice at my throat, its blade being centimeters away from my vitals. I leaned back just in time to dodge it, yet that was enough of a mistake on my part for him to take advantage. I saw a dangerous glint in his eyes, and just when I was about to react- he kicked me on the sides and I skidded through the ground.

I felt a gush of pain on the side of my ribs, feeling as if an iron bar was smashed into me.

The air was cold, the sun nowhere to be seen as the moon lightly hung in the sky. The chilly air breeze across my skin, feeling it's humid coldness. If it got a little colder, I felt my teeth would start to clatter.

Scanning my nearby vicinity, I saw blood-red eyes peeking out. Their attention was in complete sync as it was all directed at me. Any feeling or emotion seemingly removed from their countenance, feeling as if any warm emotion they held towards me, did not exist.

It was pure lust for my demise, and I felt a jitter of pain inside of me. The way they stared at me, I was used to it but not at the same time. It was unfamiliar, their murderous yet warm gaze whenever they looked at me in training was gone.

Only bloodlust. Their wish and mission is that of me perishing in this dark and dreary forest, alone and possibly forgotten by them within days. Maybe hours.

Something shattered inside of me that day, replaced with a gaping hole I can't seem to fill no matter what I do. Not noticing, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I felt my eyes become wet, unable to control my expression no longer.

“Crying… Maybe it was indeed a mistake that I took you in.”

My trickling tears stopped and instead felt something else entirely. I looked up and gazed at Mr. Samuel, his cold and unfeeling face having a look of disappointment. I clenched my fists and felt utter rage at what he said. Rage was also mixed in, yet at that moment, the feeling of pure despair was stronger.

“Mistake?”, I replied.

“Yes, a mistake.”

“I see…” I did not know what I was feeling when I said those words. The hailstorm of emotions I felt as it blew up on my face all mixed and matched, creating something similar to when I felt Amy got hurt.

My fists unclenched, my body subconsciously relaxing. My mind swirled with various thoughts and emotions as it became pure chaos when all of it stopped as it calmed down and became mute. There was a subtle ringing sound I felt in my ears, with my eyes instead becoming blurry, it became clearer.

Any and all emotion I felt was gone, as I only saw the pests in front of me. Only thoughts that involve solving this problem was the only thing in my mind. I felt myself become detached from the situation, seeing myself as only a chess player that moved pieces.

I saw even the tiny leaves at Samuels's feet, the Assassins crouching in the dark became somewhat clearer, their figures becoming more apparent by the second. Subconsciously, I drew my scythe and gripped it with both hands, holding it in front of me.

Its blade faced the sky as it gave out a silver sheen. I felt a pulsating energy emanating from my Scythe, its energy wrapping around my hands as I felt myself become in sync with it. I heard it whispering to me, things I can do with it, the possibilities.

Some were within my reach, while some were the same as being alien to me. I ripped my Scythe in half, feeling as if I could do it.

My scythe started separating, with its form changing with a beam of light surrounding it. In a moment I felt my weapon take shape, and soon I pulled it apart and made two identical weapons.

I inspected it and saw its appearance. It had a long grip, making it able for me to hold it in either one or two hands depending on the situation. A cruciform hilt with its blade being longer than a short sword, but shorter than a longsword.

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Its silver blade shimmered under the light of the moon, and the aura it gave out was similar to that of my Scythe, the aura of death and destruction as the Assassins noticeably flinched under the pressure of my swords.

Samuel had a keen look in his eyes, staring at my weapon with interest. I looked on with a passive look, as I slowly opened my mouth. There was still someone I needed to find, and these pests were getting in the way.

“Move.”

My aura strengthened to proportions I didn't even know I could reach. Its influence shrouded those in my close vicinity. They flinched again, yet hid it in the next second. They did not move.

“So be it.”

The tension in the air finally reached its peak, as before the Assassins could make their move, I darted towards Samuel faster than they could react. Before they could process the situation, I was already in front of Samuel with my twin sword about to stab his neck.

Yet I knew it would not have worked, everyone else might have not seen my movement, but he did. Throughout my lightning-fast motion, he kept his eyes affixed on me without reaction. There was a smile at the corner of his face, with his sword blocking my attack with no effort.

Sparks flew as our weapons collided. The atmosphere froze over, with the cloaked figures now reacting to what I did. Their eyes almost bulging out of their sockets if not for their almost mastery of their emotions.

“You have made your choice, I see.”

“…Yes.”

“Good kid.”

He smiled for one last time, before a shadow enveloped his every being, leaving a few words in his wake.

“Meet me in 30 minutes, if not then I will assume you are dead. Have fun, Cosmo.”

With that, the Assassins finally moved, their weapons drawn from all sides as they came from every conceivable angle. Their bloodlust which was previously held back was now in full display. Not wanting to be beaten, my ocean-blue aura deepened as I readied myself.

Judas was the first one to meet me, our eyes meeting for a second yet there were no emotions involved. Everything that needed to be said was said, and everything else that wasn't said would never come to be said. At least, that's what the situation seemed like at the time.

He didn't carry a chokuto or a dagger, but a staff. With both hands gripped, he slammed it down at me with insatiable force. I met it head-on, as I didn't think it was a smart idea to bring wood to a sword fight.

We clashed, and thinking that his staff would be sliced, I didn't think much of it. That was until my feet caved in under me, the sheer weight it brought felt like an entire house was being brought down upon me. Veins started appearing in my hands, making sure that I wasn't flattened to the ground.

It wasn't a good idea. At the corner of my eye, I saw that there were already a few assassins eyeing me with predatory eyes, as my senses noticed that several people were hiding in the dark. Acting on instinct, I deflected his staff and dashed at him head-on.

I sent a horizontal slash at Judas, yet he deflected it and sent a kick hurling at my face. I matched it with a kick of my own as our legs met, both forces seemingly matched yet I knew I was losing. The feeling of my legs hitting him was like I slammed my leg against a metal fortress.

Widening the distance between me, several assassins jumped out and stabbed me from various angles. I didn't panic, as I felt my mind become utterly serene like a calm lake in the middle of a storm.

Spinning as I blocked all of the consecutive attacks with ease as I sometimes sent a kick to them, knocking them away. The hymn of steel against steel kept sounding off. I pulled back one of my swords and put it against my back, blocking a dagger that whistled toward me.

I looked in the direction where it came from and I realized they were gone. Putting my attention back to my opponents, I saw them all coming at me again with Judas in the front, and eyes peering in the darkness.

I don't have time for this. Heightening my electrical output, I felt thunder coursing through my veins as my feet were fully electrified. Feeling myself become a storm that none could take. I dashed towards one of the assassins hiding, full surprise visible in their eyes, and without giving them time to react.

I sliced at them in their chest yet they blocked it just in time. I moved behind them in a split second, hitting them on the back of the head as they fell forward. Another person sprung out as they stabbed with twin daggers, yet I blocked that too.

Sending their weapons away, I kicked them in the chest as I sent them flying through the air. Feels nice not to be the one at the receiving end of it.

One by one, I either knocked them out or sent them deep into the forest with a kick. They tried fighting back yet I felt it was too easy, their movement easily perceptible in my eyes as I felt myself become faster and stronger.

Time passed and twenty minutes later, a lone man stood before me. Bodies were strung around him, their eyes going completely white, with their bodies limp. My breath was still normal, while Judas had ragged breaths like he just ran a hundred kilometers.

His body almost collapsing with everyone else, he leaned against his staff as he was covered with sweat from head to toe. Yet he never left his eyes on me, continuing to observe me like a bird watching from above.

Looking back at him, I unsummoned my swords and strolled toward him. Neither fast nor slow, at just the right pace that in several seconds, I was in front of him.

There were some things I wanted to say, yet I felt that there was no use. I felt myself become empty, stripped away of all possible emotions, and felt myself become nothing more than a killing machine. Like a blade whose sole purpose was only to reap lives and nothing more.

“Move Judas.”

He didn't respond, continuing to look at me with cold eyes, yet in a split second, there was a feeling of pity in his eyes.

“You know I can't do that Cosmo.”

“Okay then.”

A thunderous current ran through my legs, and without him being able to react, I was already behind him and a slight distance from him. I didn't look back as I already knew the results. The sound of something crashing to the ground, I didn't look back and kept moving.