Death Stare の小説・ストーリー

His voice was getting frantic. Duke was not moving; his eyes were shut and his skin glistened with the first drops of rain that had come with the rumbling sky. “Duke!” Tim screamed. He had felt the panic in Jason’s voice and young as he was, he understood what that meant. Jack stood by the side, tears glimmering in his eyes. It seemed the boy had already given up on life before it started. “He is dead, is he not?” he asked.

I imagined the evil smile and wide grin on his lips. "Noo." I heard Kira's voice, followed by a loud rustling of footsteps. "Rey Reed," I heard her shouting my name. But it was standing from a distance in my ear. "You have to stand up now, or else he will kill you." I heard Kira's voice, but I couldn't move my hand. Perhaps, it is the best time to meet the angel once again. Who knows maybe they will accept my soul this time. "Rey Reed." I heard Kira's voice again, and the next thing I felt hitting my body was a sharp metal. I could feel metal that looked like a stake entering my stomach, and it was pushed down until it came out from the other end.

The man’s voice kept talking… something about calling an ambulance, but his words sounded far away, muffled, like they were underwater. I could smell asphalt. I could taste blood. And through it all, one thought pushed its way through the chaos — not Daniel, not anger, not pain. Just this dull, almost detached realization: So this is how I die. God, what a pitiful way to go.

“Who told her. Was it you. And are you absolutely certain she is dead.” “Yes,” Kingsley replied quietly. “The doctor in the human world confirmed it. She had a massive heart attack and dead right on the spot.” I closed my eyes for a second and pressed my fingers into my temple. Stella dead. Her mother dead from grief. An entire pack wiped out in one day. This was not chaos. This was a message. A declaration. Someone was screaming war at the top of their lungs. “Who is dead.” The voice came from behind me. I froze.

"You'll say anything, won't you? "And on top of that, Scarlett was busy working. You're trying to pin this on her? "Are you even human?" Seth chimed in as well. "Exactly. We don't even know if this person actually died or not, and yet he's pulling this stunt to scare everyone."

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

A thing may have a name, but more often than not, peeling back the political correctness to reveal the nasty honesty beneath was healthier. So this was death row. If the men and women within it avoided their intervention, well, then they would become zombies. Or bone eaters. Or smilers. And they, the five, were Crowners. That sounded a lot healthier than ‘End of Life Policy Counselors’, which was what it said on their tax returns.

One thing still played upon my mind though. “Morpheus?” “Yes my love?” “What would have happened if I had been killed by Dareios?” I looked up at him as his eyes became hard with smouldering anger. I felt his body stiffen as his anger rushed through every muscle in his body and he pulled me a little closer. “If he had killed you in this realm, you would be dead in the mortal realm too. That is why dreamers wake up before a nightmare results in their death. When dreamers don’t wake up they class it as a case of SUNDS, Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome.”

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.