The end of a line (scrap)

[Christoff]

Ishido staggered into his foyer, the house creaked undering the crushing weight of loneliness. The large complex had been the final resting place for every member of his family and now it seemed it was to be his. As his body began to succumb to the pull of the floor he thought it fitting that he had been able to make it back. He had thought his strength gone in the alley outside of the restaraunt but somehow he had staggered back to here to his home, to his final resting place. Most of his kikaichu were dead or dying, fallen to the slow rot that was now taking him. As his body began to spasm he ordered his kikai to flee, the ones still capable of responding pushed themselves out of his body, their black carapaces glistening in the dim light. The drink his business partner had given him. That could be the only source, he had thought himself too smart to be caught by something so simple. As he lay on his back, black hair sprawled out in dissaray and froth forming at the corners of his lips, Ishido remembered the strange after taste in his tea. A new blend from a cactus in Wind Country his business partner had told him. A lie obviously, it was a powerful poison and perhaps a hospital could have saved Ishido. But he had no desire to die rigged up to tubes, instead he would die in his family's home. The only son in a dead line. The years he had spent avoiding death living in fear of it seemed foolish now. Death was something to be welcomed a new exploration or perhaps a neverending rest. As his limbs gave their last convulsions Ishido closed his eyes finally at peace with the world.

NFRP birthday scrap

[Solus]

~death approved