#ai arker

[adudelol-writing]

day one: race against the clock

Ai was dying.

This was… it hasn't happened yet, but he knew it would. It was only a matter of time before it would. Wisteria didn't stay after the deed was done — she knew he was going to be killed. It's just— it's a matter of time. 

Ai let out a pained cry as he moved, the warm, tacky liquid flowing through his fingers. Tears fell from his eyes as he forced himself to move once more. He was almost there, and he let out another pained sound as he reached his arm out. The match box was right there, all he needed… he just needed to grab it.

Ai's vision was darkening. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Blood doesn't care what you need to finish before rushing out, draining your body and killing you slowly.

'Slowly.'

This was all happening rather quickly, Ai thought, as he laid on the concrete ground, arm outstretched just millimeters away from the goal, as his blood pools around him. Ahaa. Ai was dying, and these are going to be his last thoughts. 

Most people would have been thinking about the betrayal, or their family, or friends. But Ai lays here, soaking his clothes and thinking about how quickly he's dying.

He's dying, and he failed the only mission he wanted— needed to do. If he had the energy, he's sure he would have laughed at the stupidity of his own situation.