DEATH.

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. Death. It was a funny concept. I’d grown enamoured and fearful of the strange entity ever since little me clutched the lifeless hands of my mother. From that moment on, I’d harboured a deep-seated dread and hatred for it. It never made sense to me. How a person would be one moment breathing, laughing, crying, full of life….and in the next, just ice cold, and stiff. That was the state of my body at the moment; ice cold and stiff after the sound of Eldric’s scream, followed by that of Ace, and Valerian hit the air. I couldn’t bring myself to scream anymore…..All I heard was the silence that followed. The silence that followed wasn’t real. It was too silent. Like the world itself had forgotten how to end. I swear I thought I was in hell….I thought I’d died, and this was my personal hell. There was blood… so much blood; and I couldn’t bring myself to breathe any longer for a moment as I glared into the sight before me. I could still hear the grinder; that endless m