shot me down

Beau kicks Organic Florist on the stomach. Organic Florist kneels. Beau kicks him on the face more than once. Organic Florist falls on the floor.

Organic Florist has his face covered on blood. he has few deep cuts on the face. Organic Florist tries to stand up. he whispers something. Beau sits on top of him. he keeps hitting him until Organic Florist is finally unconscious. Beau stops.

he stands up and he looks back. Leah is with a worry facial expression. Beau walks to the hands of his lover. he hugs her and kisses her. Organic Florist speaks while he is still unconscious. he seems to be scare.

Beau walks towards him. Beau sees a letter on the floor. he takes it. he opens the letter. the letter was from an anonymous person to Organic Florist. Beau reads it. 'Good Sir, I want to inform you that Self-Bet/Leah is the traitor. kill her if you wish to save Beau.'

Beau throws the letter on the floor. he turns around. he takes Leah's hand. he tells her that they need to keep walking. he lets her know that the Executioner is coming. he knows that he isn't far. he is worry for Leah's safety.

they keep walking on dark corridors. the lights seemed to be off. as they keep moving. it feels colder and empty the road. only two souls on this dark side of the hospital. two lovers with no time to make love. as poetic as it may sound it is what it is.

Beau walks in front of Leah. Beau remembers something. there is something important to prove. Beau puts his hands on his pockets. he takes a letter out of his pockets. the letter has the same handwriting than the one given to Organic Florist.

"I think I just remember something."

"is it important right now."

"I think there is a huge misconception with most people. the Executioner uses a device to change their voice. so most people assume the Executioner is male, when in reality is a she who holds the title of Executioner."

"does that matter?"

"you told me once about the previous version of Immoral punishment of the Immortals, but I was told later that you lied to me. Joaquin told me this is the first game with that title, the sequel is going to be the prequel. then how can someone lie about a game, unless they aren't lying. after all time isn't linear on this world. the concept of time is complicate on this world."

Beau takes a lighter out of his inventory. he burns the letter with the lighter. he then lights a cigar. he puts the cigar on his mouth. he smiles peacefully.

"I don't understand what do you intend with all these."

"do you know? there is this song that I love. how does it go again? mmmm.... oh yeah, I remember now. I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks, he wore black and I wore white, he would always win the fight... what was next?"

Bang. Bang.

Beau was shot from behind. Beau turns around. he feels a cold liquid falling from him. Beau swallows saliva as he starts to feel dizzy.

"he shot me down. that is what is next.... darling."

Beau smiles at her. he ignores what just happened. he can't be angry towards her. he already suspected of her. he even told her the day before indirectly. he told her he felt sorry for the Executioner.

"how? since when? why?"

"to many questions my lover of hearts. what I don't understand is why you warned Organic Florist about your own self. why did you send him to kill you? why turn yourself into someone else's objective?"

Beau is trembling. from his lips falls the cigar. he tries to grab it. he puts it back on his mouth as he keeps smoking. he never smoked before today. his hands are trembling. he hears the sound of footsteps.

"because I wanted to be stop. I wanted to be killed before killing the man I love."

"so you really fell in love with me, I don't know if to feel honored or sad. I mean this will be harder for you, than it is to me."

"why don't you do anything. do something. why don't you take a weapon out. fight me."

"no, I can't hurt the one who I love the most. it was your duty to kill me, and I don't blame you. nor I feel rage. if you are going to do it. just do it and leave. I don't want you to get hurt. finish the job now."

"do you know what does that mean?"

Beau smiles at Leah. with his right hand he cleans the tears from her face. with both hands he grabs her face gently. he carefully gets closer to her. he kisses her lips. he looks at her with so much love. he loves her even after her betrayal.

"I love you, my wife."

"I love you, my husband. I hope you can find peace on heaven."

as Beau is about to kiss her once more. he is stabbed multiple times with a dagger. this time she cut him on some vital parts. she kisses him on the forehead. she asks for forgiveness as she walks away. she looks at him a final time.

Leah takes her clothes off. she puts her Executioner clothes on. she then puts a mask on as she runs away. Beau is left alone bleeding out. he falls on his knees. he takes the jar of Mortal Tear out of his inventory. it isn't too late jet. the jar falls from his hands.

the jar is few cm away from his hands. he can't move. he looks at the jar. maybe he was never meant to survive today. Beau smiles with so much sorrow on his eyes. his breathe becomes louder. it becomes harder to breathe.

Beau awaits for another five minutes as he is dying slowly. finally some footsteps. it is Organic Florist who is stepping in front of him. Organic Florist can't believe it. he wasn't able to fulfill his promise to Hunter. he failed to save Beau.

"t-tk-take i-it."

"what?"

"t-t-the j-jar. t-take it. a, it's yours. a m-mo-momm-mobtd-mort al, mortal tear."

Beau looks down on the floor. his eyes have a gray tone. his mouth is open. saliva mixture with blood falls from his mouth.

Organic Florist takes the mortal tear. he ask what it is. he doesn't get any answer. he keeps asking. then he walks slowly closer to Beau. he looks at his face. there is no life on that face. Organic Florist takes Beau's pulse. he was already dead.

Lord Golden Ass/Beau Nguyen. the Hero of the story. the face of this tale died like that. he died by the hands of the person he loved the most. the Main Character didn't had enough luck to live another day. he died on a dark corridor feeling hopelessness.

Beau died kneeling. he died with sadness drawn on his face. he died hoping that his lover will get out of there. he died thinking about the mundane days cleaning a school. he died in silence with no hope. with no tomorrow.

Organic Florist is on his knees crying. he feels irritated by this world. he felt ashamed of being too weak to save a single life. he felt defeated in front of this cruel world. Organic Florist felt too weak. he felt horror, sorrow, and rage. he felt many things.

Organic Florist cries and screams. he curses and demands an explanation. he can't believe it. at the end of the day he didn't do anything to change Beau's faith.

Joaquin with the help of Federico walks. they stand behind Organic Florist. they look at the dead body of a comrade. then they look at the crying man. they can't comprehend what is going on. or is the truth too shocking to accept it as it is.

"what happened in here?"

asks Federico with a soft voice that sounded like a whisper.

"why is he dead? where is Self-Bet? answer me goddamn it."

yields Joaquin enraged in search of answers.

"it is just what it looks like. it is just what it looks like."

Organic Florist repeats the same words on a shrill voice.

"what do you fucking mean?"

asks Joaquin on the limit of his tolerance.

"we were betrayed. Self-Bet is the Executioner. she didn't took pity on her lover, she didn't searched on her heart for compassion. she murdered him on cold-blood. and I was too weak, too late to stop her. she killed one of us. and I am to be eaten on guilt."

yields Organic Florist with rage.

they stop asking questions. they stop searching for answers. it is clear now. Leah is their enemy. she was a Fallen Hero since the beginning. she just came out to the light. she just showed her true colors. now she is their number one enemy.

far from there.

the Executioner is running. she stops for a moment. her legs are shaking. she falls on her knees unable to move. she takes the helmet off. she throws up on the floor. she starts to cry thinking about her previous actions.

she can't believe it. she can't accept it. she had just killed the man she loves. she murdered her lover. the person she loved more than anyone on the world. the guilt of her actions are stopping her from moving any further. she looks back.

she refuses to believed that she killed him so easily. she hopes that he is still alive. she wants to believe that she failed as an Executioner. she wants to give up on her dreams. are her dreams good enough for this sacrifice? she asks herself as she keeps crying.

in all this time killing people. she never suspected to ever feel regret. she never suspected to feel human on the hands of a man. nor for that man's death by her sword. the pain is too inhuman. the regret is almost driving her insane.

she feels stupid for falling in love. she feels even more stupid for killing him. how can you kill someone if you will feel regret? then how can you live with that regret? the guilt is too much. she looks at her hands stained by the blood.

"oh my love what had I done? oh my love, what hell is this? had I built a hell of my own? oh my love, what is this emotion? what kind of sorcery had you done to my heart and my soul. oh my love, to lose you and jet be chained by your voice and your human touch. oh my love, I had lose you. and here I am eaten by your absence."

yields Leah feeling rage.

after about twenty minutes she finally feels better. the pain is in there, but at least now she is able to move. the pain was stopping her from moving. she cleans her tears. she takes the helmet. she hides her face inside the helmet. she keeps walking.

"there you are."

said Rotto Mentalita.

Rotto, Bird-E, the sniper and others, they were awaiting for her. the sniper introduces herself as Goldi-Shot. there is a strange man covering himself with a cloak. he hides his face with a mask. he introduces himself as Bird-E's right hand.

this stranger is a shadow. the same man who cut off Oblivious' tongue. he is the same man who tortured Rotto. he has being working by Bird-E's side for a while now. and this mysterious man goes by the name of Ludwig Van Chopin.

"so how did it ended. was by a bullet or another type of wound."

"I stabbed him till death. I stabbed him many times after shooting twice at him first. I made sure he was more than dead before coming here. there is no denial. Lord Golden Ass is dead now. he is dead."

"good job Executioner. I knew that trusting on your capabilities was the right thing to do."

[announcement: about twenty eight Fallen Heroes died..... their names are s....]

[announcement: Lord Golden Ass, Dog-Boy, and Cat Girls from Bravo-Holy Mommy-One died on the duels.]

[announcement: Fallen Hero Guild Wet Dreamers B;Z has gone out of members. it is officially out of the game.]

announcement: Fallen Hero Guild the Henchmen of the Fallen Heroes is officially out of the game.]

[announcement: Fallen Hero members; Rotto Mentalita and Bird-E officially changed guilds before the End of the Duel. so they won't be forced to join the Guild of the winners of the duel.]

[announcement: 12 Guilds left. the Duels will keep going.]

on a dark corridor.

Organic Florist is dragging Beau's body. Federico offered himself to help. Organic Florist refused the help. he wanted to take the body by himself. he keeps advancing. he looks at the cold body. he feels so much sorrow he feels stupid.

Joaquin and Federico are walking in front of him. the other two said to be too tired. so they decided to stay behind. maybe was the guilt of surviving. Organic Florist is broken. he can't stay with this guild. he is thinking about leaving.

Federico drinks a beer. Joaquin on a friendly tone ask for one. Federico gives a beer. the two of them are drinking calmly. they drink to heal the inner wounds of the soul. sadly a beer or two thousand aren't enough. it is never enough to heal the soul.

Joaquin is crying quietly. he drinks the beer as he keeps crying. he is a strong man. but today he feels defeated. he feels like a leader by word alone. he wasn't there. he didn't took the right choices. he left three people die in there.

Federico isn't crying. but that doesn't mean he isn't hurt. he is as hurt as the others. he is just better at hiding it. a tear falls from his left eye. Federico keeps drinking his beer. he can't stop drinking. tonight sure is a cold dreadful night.