WOLF

Ryan watched. He could only watch as Connie breathed heavily and clutched his abdomen. Gasping, almost panting, he clutched his side harder, only inflicting more pain. He looked at Ryan with contempt, his face twisting through surprise, fear, anger, all at once. Ryan looks at Connie once more, limp on the floor and covered in blood. The shining dagger pierced directly through his torso. He twitches and struggles against the floor before he starts to lay limp.

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"Dad?" I asked, shaking and clutching my father. "Quiet." I vividly remember the sight. A wolf. Feral. Its matted pelt, the iris waning and waxing itself to the pupils dilation. Its frail body spasms as its stomach wound leaks blood. It jerks itself around frantically, making lots of noise. I want to look away but I can only watch as it jolts its entire body, ripping the wound farther open. Soon, its organs spill out onto the desert ground. In its last moments, it stares at me. Its eyes bore through my being, calling out to me begging for help. I can only watch as it relaxes its muscles and takes its last breath. Later the next morning I saw its carcass full of writhing, dirty, disgusting maggots.

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Connie lays flat, his head on the floor. Clutching the dagger in his chest he started to breathe slower. He lifts his free hand slightly and motions for Ryan to come closer, but Ryan wouldn't dare. Ryan looks at Connie, shaking uncontrollably as his adrenaline is running rampant. He musters up enough strength to shake his head "no" as he doesn't lift his eyes off of Connie, not even for a moment. Connie lifts up his head, hurting his abdomen immensely. This does not deter him. In what seems to be a daze, he looks at Ryan. "Ryan?" "..." "Ryan" "...Yes?" "Why did you do that?" He asks this softly. For a moment it was as if he hadn't been punctured at all, as if everything that had led up to this point was just an illusion. One causing death, man's unforgiving act of taking god's most precious gift: life. Ryan steps closer, closer… and closer. "Ryan, you hurt me." His voice gets softer as he's losing more blood, he'll be dead soon. "Won't you come help me?" Ryan leans in, next to Connie now. Connie continues to stare into him. His eyes are full of tears, some have already fallen down his cheek. He speaks as if he's not crying, though. "Ryan. My ***99878090***---*, you hurt me. You've broken 888***b u888***8--- and have left me to die?" Ryan won't answer him. Ryan comes closer and holds Connie in his lap. He hoists him up carefully. Connie's face would be dusted pink right now if his face wasn't losing color due to the immense blood loss. For just a moment, they touch their lips. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Tears streamed down both of their faces, Connie struggled to lift his arm to cup Ryan's face, gazing at him longingly. Ryan's face was now covered in these tears, branching out their different paths just to fall to the ground. "Why do you keep doing this to me? Connie, let me go... Please just let me go."
Then, he died.