I Would Know Him In Death 소설 & 이야기

No matter the circumstances and odds against me, I am always ready to fight until death. And let me remind you that I have slain many soldiers, knights, monsters, and beasts. Don't forget how I single-handedly killed ten vicious players. I might not know the power of the Smith or anything about the so-called nectar that General Zod and the familiar voice are requesting from me. However, I am sure of one thing. I am sure that I won't die because "Tomorrow Never Dies."

I sigh. “He wasn't dead last I saw him, but he wasn’t … far from it. Did you know he does Jiu-Jitsu and shit,” I ask, like it matters at this point. Maybe I do want her to know that I didn’t just kill a pretty boy. He was close to a worthy opponent.

This wasn’t light fading, it was him fading. He knew what was happening. I’m dying.

I didn’t know what else to call him and I had no idea why he was here now, talking to me when he hadn’t done so in years; previously he just shoved images into my mind. “How are you?” Death sat next to me looking relaxed as he tapped his fingers against the window. “What do you want?” Why was he here and why did he look so damn comfortable? “Just to talk, we could be friends, you know.” I looked sideways at Death and saw the small smile playing on the corners of his mouth. His dark hair gleamed and his eyes, black as they were, held mischief and a slight twinkle like he knew something I didn’t. “Friends?”

He knew he screwed up, and he was on the verge of losing everything, not just his mind. “I hate you,” Kiran said out loud, and Death laughed. “Like father, like son. He might not visit me in Helheim like you used to, but he’s just like you,” Death said. “He’s supposed to be better than me,” Kiran said, softly. “I guess, now, I really am your only friend,” Death said, and sat down on the edge of Kiran’s desk. “I guess so,” Kiran said, and stood up from the couch.

I felt the words land—but they didn’t shake me. Not anymore. “Now,” he said, pulling a blade from his side, the metal catching the dim light, “death is the only thing you’ll ever know.” There it was. The end. Clear. Direct. Expected. And strangely… The fear I thought I would feel? It faded. Because I already knew. This was always how it would end. ⸻ Another set of footsteps entered the room. Heavier. More impatient. I turned my head slightly. A second man walked in, holding a small camera.

he asked him, with a smile on his face. “Death,” I said softly. “I just popped in to see how you were doing,” he said, with a sly smile as he watched us. “Sure you did,” Kiran said to him. “Okay, okay, I was in the neighborhood,” Death said, and started to laugh. “Spit it out, we’re busy,” I said to him. “Ah, yes, I thought you might want to know a little secret,” he said, as he clasped his hands together in front of his chest.

I felt rattled that he knew my identity, another proof that the people who knew me had ratted me out and the cops were getting closer to finding me. Unless I made Nora Shawns disappear completely. He smiled at my obvious discomfort. “I watch the news to be one step ahead of the law. You can't blame me for knowing your name, you are quite popular nowadays.” His smile grew wider. “The crime scene was shown. Damn, you did a number on that man.” I winced. “It's not what it looks like. I didn't intend to kill him.” “But he is dead.” He pointed out. I sighed, feeling guilt stamped all over my heart.