Man Dying Novels & Stories

With his last breath, he shared his memories with me, leaving me to carry the weight of his father’s coldness and misunderstanding. He closed his eyes for the last time, just ten years old, with neither Anthony nor I by his side.

There was no way to even tell what he had looked like before. A burnt smell came from the corpse. Fane could not help but raise an eyebrow as he took a step back. At that moment, Manfred was already about to go crazy. He had just witnessed the senior he had respected so much get struck to death alive. There was no way to even stop it! After a few more moments, the lightning stopped, and Jordan was utterly dead. With a thud, Manfred knelt next to Jordan. Tears had started to fall from his eyes.

Then, at the last second, I stepped sideways, making the man go stumbling past me. I reached down and drew the dagger from the dead man's chest and rattled around. The man turned around and charged again, but this time, I had already regained my stance. Still, on my knees, I leaned forward and threw the dagger. I watched as the blade spun end over end, then finally nestled itself into the man's heart. Two of the hefty men had just been murdered by me with their weapons. Then I thought they should have crafted their weapons less sharp. Perhaps, it might not be a fatal blow for them like this.

An older man that I faintly recognized patted me on the back and shook my hand as I turned toward him. "Thank you, sir. It's sad that death isn't a respecter of age." I glanced over at Mandy's picture as I released the guy’s hand. I'd cried enough tears over losing her that I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to cry again. The pain had turned from excruciating to a dull wave of agony that rolled through my body from top to bottom. The moments of rest I got from it were moments where I let myself dream of Dana.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Zendaya. I'll never do it again, please, I don't want to die! I don't want to die!" Then, he turned to Lily's body. "Lily, I'm so sorry! If I didn't beg for mercy on your behalf, this monster wouldn't have suspected we were having an affair, and you wouldn't have died for nothing. It's all my fault!" Jayden cried with snot and tears running down his face, and even the bystanders watching could not help but feel moved. Someone whispered, "She has such a good husband and such a nice home. That monster has to be sick in the head to get her kicks from torturing people."

They're arguing, Diamente will win. "It won't be safe," Dr. Marino says. I hear a ding. An elevator. The wheels bump as they cross the threshold and I feel my side again. My head lolls and I open my eyes, or I think I do, and I see Fernando Mancini. I see his dead eyes. See the knife in his throat. I put it there. I killed him. The doors swoosh open and we're rolling again. A few minutes later, we're outside. I feel it in the change of temperature, in the fresh, not chemically scented air.

He'd never heard of anyone dancing right before they died. Soon, they arrived at the young man's home. There was only an elderly, gray-haired woman still living there. She was the deceased young man's mother. Once Darren explained their purpose, the old woman opened the door and let Cassian and the others inside. Cassian carefully asked her about her son's death, and it turned out to be pretty much the same as Darren had described. The young man had died abruptly, but just before that, he'd danced for a while.

Shannon walked over and stood in front of the desk, her hands crossed in front of her. “We found out. The doctor’s conclusion was that the man died of heart disease. According to the information I got from the local police, the man had a congenital heart condition and was supposed to carry medication with him. But I watched the video—Mr. Green didn’t find any medicine on him, so he had to start emergency treatment. Indya has already started deploying PR teams.” After a moment of silence, Jessica turned around, her expression dark.

Not Carter, Yolanda, Nathan, or Randy. I fisted the remote control and smashed it on the television beside the bed. It stopped playing the updates about the mysterious suicidal woman, glitched until it shattered. The news confirmed my death, and they were right. Madelyn is dead.

“How?” “I’m here.” His words make me smile, but the deep sadness still doesn't go away. I'm not sure it ever will. "What about your mom?" he asks. I sigh. “She also died in a car accident. When I was a baby.” He cringes. “That’s a messed up coincidence.” “...Yeah.” Was it a coincidence? “Headmaster Stroud said he wouldn’t be surprised if my father is actually alive.” I shake my head at the moon.