Broadcast K

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"WE NEED ~bzzzzt~ MORE WE NEED ~BZZZZZZZZZZT~ HELP!!!! ANYONE FOR THE ~CRACKLE~ OF GOD JUST SEND A SAINT!! A SAINT WE NEED A SAIN- MY EYES MY EY- AGHHHHHH-"

I shut the broadcast off without any more delay although I definitely played it more than I should have.

 "You really shouldn't be listening to these anymore, the nurses tell me I'm not helping your heart when I do this kind of thing, you're not apart of this thing anymore'

I look down at my father in his hospital bed. He was decayed, his limbs were thinner than even a child's, his eyes weren't visible due to the blindfold he had on, just looking at him you would never know of the man he once was. "The Saint Of All Saints" they called him, he was a landmark for his time he had it all but… That's over now, it's all over.

He doesn't waste his precious breath responding to me, he can barely even move his head so instead he just did a small nod to acknowledge me. I'm sure he knew where I was going based on the broadcast.

As I put on my coat and tucked my radio into my pocket and began to walk out I looked at my father once more, the flowers I brought him were tucked neatly into the vase on the stand next to him, they were his favorite, red peonies.

His vital scanners emitted a rhythmic pulse, marking the passing seconds with a steady, reassuring hum.

This isn't anyway for a man like him to go out.

Not for a guy who gave this life his all every second he breathed, not for a guy who never did any wrong, never hurt anyone.

Not for the worlds number one Saint.

This 'life of mine' the path, I walk of sainthood. I'm always reminded of it even when I'm supposed to rest, I look at my father and the photos of him from the past, my mother stood next to him in most of these photos, two saints.

Her long black hair was a testament to my own.

They're smiling, they have their whole crew side by side with them, they're all people any kid looking up to saints would recognize.

 Every second I'm in this room all I can be reminded of is how joyful, exciting this life used to be.

 I feel this sensation, it's almost as if I'm sensing the end of this thing or like… I've come into this path of being a "Santi", a 'Saint' far too late.

No matter what I do, no matter what I kill, how much money I make,

 I'm getting this… this feeling that I came in at the end, the best? It's over.

My father told me so many times as his decade in that kind of work, I wish things could have stayed that simple for long.

He never did the things I had to do; I guess that's why shortly before I was born he was the only one of us to be considered without sin by the church.

His singular sin was being the father of a daughter deemed a Sinner—a burden I'll have to carry as long as I live.

My sins are all justifiable, Ive never did anything to anybody that didn't deserve it or didn't have it coming to them, the only thing they have on me is my loyalty to the boss.

I shut the door behind me and begin making my walk to the exit.

I wish I knew back then where this path would take me but I was just a kid, who knows where one decision could lead you these days.

Meeting 'that women' is what led me to where I am today, I can blame her all I want but… if I were to go back would I change anything?

I don't know…

I looked back once more to my father's room, pondering everything.

 My life, the possibility of death, the possibility of my father's death, and most importantly my job.

I step back into the hospital hallway, it was as if the thoughts consumed me as I began my walk back to wherever the hell that radio broadcast came from, I'm sure Xing's already looking for me anyway.

I remember it plain as day.

June 16th, 1995, The day I met her— The Girl I'd probably go to hell For