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Death Angel
By: Sedi


1


Kele flicked out the small switchblade and fell back on the couch. He didn't care when his head hit the wooden armrest, making his already existent headache pain him even more. All of his mind was focused on the already blood-stained knife.

A cold laugh escaped Kele's lips at the memories, but soon ceased as his eyes became fixated on the blade. He propped his legs on the armrest at the other end of the couch and relaxed them. He lifted his other hand and twirled the end of the knife on his index finger, smiling as a drop of blood landed on his shirt. Pain shot through his finger, and as the knife deepened in his finger, the pain spread.

But he didn't care.

"One day I woke up, woke up knowing today is the day I will die," Kele sang in a voice softer than a whisper. "Today is the day I will die... Will die... Die..."

At the last word Kele slashed the knife through the palm of his hand and watched as more blood rolled down his hand, then raised it so that it would run down his arm. His smile broadened.

"The day I will die..."

The pain in his hand greatened, but he could bear it. He could tough it out. He'll have to. To make a good impression for God. Or Satan.

He lowered his arm when the blood was halfway down, and again stared at the knife as if mesmerized by it. The parts of the knife untouched by blood gleamed in the faint lamp light. He lowered the knife and slid it across his arm. The trickle of blood and the pain was satisfying. But it wasn't enough.

He ran the knife across his chest, slicing open cloth and flesh. His white tank top slowly stained with the blood, traveling across the white threads and making it stick to his skin. His vision blurred as his chest, arm, and hand seared with pain. He fought to stay awake. He continued staring at the knife, which had no silver showing, just fresh red blood. So beautiful.

Kele's concentration was broken when the phone suddenly started to ring obnoxiously. The ringing echoed through his mind. His grin dropping, he tried to reach for it, but the darkness was swirling around in his mind, and lifting a single finger seemed to be too much for him. So he let it rang.

It finally stopped. Darkness was overwhelming him. On the ceiling he could see a black face, leering down at him, beckoning...

Come, I've been waiting for you...

Kele smiled. His death angel has come for him. He continued singing. "Darkness falls, I'm letting-"

2


"Kele," Alo whispered in the phone as it rang. "Kele, for the love of all that is holy, pick up." After ten rings, he slammed it on the receiver and grabbed his jacket. He ran out the door, not even bothering to shut it, and drove off in his car.

It didn't take long to get to the apartment complex Kele lived in. He dashed up the stairs and immediately knocked on the door and said, "Kele, are you in there?"

"-go... All alone but I feel fine..." Kele's voice was no more than a soft purr as he sang.

"Kele... Kele, love, open the door," Alo said, trying to keep his own voice level, but found it cracking a bit. "Please, love." He unecessarily knocked again. "Love?"

"Can you feel the cold tonight?" came the cursed song.

"Open the door!" Alo began to panic. Never before had Kele ignored him like this. He tried to open the door, but found that it was locked. More panic. What was he doing in there? Part of Alo didn't want to know. "Love, please..." he begged.

"It sets in but it's all right."

That was all Alo could stand. The singing was pounding into his head like a migraine. He stepped back into the wall, then crashed full force into the door. He heard a loud snap as the lock broke off of the wooden door and allowed him passageway.

The faint smell of blood was the first to reach his senses. Then came sight. He stared ahead at the couch occupying the front of the patio glass doors. There lay Kele, one of his arms drooping over the side of the couch and blood dripping onto the ground. All of his clothes were soaked in blood. He was staring at the ceiling, a grin plastered on his face that made Alo shiver.

But he kept as calm as he could and walked up to the couch. He picked up the phone. No dial tone. He saw the knife in Kele's hand, then looked at the write, which was cut. No chance in calling the emergency room.

Alo reached for the knife, but Kele took his free bleeding hand and gripped onto the blade, not wanting to give it up.

"Oh Kele..." Alo touched his shirt, causing Kele to let out a weak painful cry. "Love..."

He sat on the couch and gently pulled Kele into his arms. Kele uttered a groan but pressed up against Alo and closed his eyes.

"Kele... Why?" Alo slowly rocked back and forth.

The only answer was more singing. "Darkness falls. I'm letting go."

Kele's breath was slowing. He lifted an arm and wrapped it around Alo's neck. Alo could feel blood on the palm of his hand as it pressed against his back. Then it fell limp as Kele's life ceased.

"Kele..." Alo held the body closer. "I love you."

Maybe this was for the best.

The End

I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I died.

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