Rosatto charged, a ferocity never matched by man padded each of his footsteps. He swung at the shadow, but to his shock, he completely missed. The shadow he'd sword didn't move, so how did he miss? Rosatto rushed the infamous hitman again, but the same thing happened. He missed his punch again, then for a third time, then a fourth, No, he wasn't missing his punces. He was punching right through the hitman. His fists feeling as if they were puncturing nothing but air.
Had he truly gone mad? Rosatto knew he'd looked insane, but everything he'd seen he'd known he'd seen, if he heard a sound he knew there was a sound. But as Rosatto saw into the Reaper's Hitman's soul, he finally understood. He was outmatched, for how could he ever even dream of defeating a being that shouldn't exist. A being that simultaneously existed and did not. This couldn't be real." Was there a person in front of him? No, it was a dream, it must be a dream, there was no other way to explain this, to explain him. "Yes I'm correct, I'm dreaming, it's all just a dream." Rosatto softly mumbled to himself.
Rosatto knew this was a dream, but he was still frightened, his hands trembled and his eyes clouded with fear. So much that he began to remember what was not to be remembered.
7 years ago...
He was finally happy, it had officially been a year since he'd gotten away from her, his mother. He'd met a girl, her name was Ava. They didn't have much, but they had enough. He was a cashier working at a local grocery store. She was in-between jobs so they were short on money. There wasn't enough to pay rent this month, but they'd figure it out.
"This woman came to see you today." Ava said as Rosatto walked through the door. "She said she was your mother so I told her to come back later." Her voice was sweet and pure, like it was floating on a cloud. "Oh," Rosatto said as he shriveled up a little. How had she found him? "You told me she was dead, how could a dead woman come to our apartment?" Rosatto stiffened, he didn't want to remember his past, not that past. "She's dead to me, we didn't have a good relationship." Just then it happened, the door was kicked down, four men came bursting into the room, three with guns, one had a woman with him. She was Rosatto's very own mother.
That was where it all happened, the winds started to turn, they blew the wrong way. Rosatto and Ava were kidnapped and brought to a facility.
He didn't know where he was, the rooms were all white, there was nothing on the walls save a few scratches. There was nobody else but sometimes he would hear a scream or two. Then they brought him into the room. The room that would change it all. Rosatto was tied down to an operating table, but they never touched him with a knife, only the fog.
"Why isn't he going mad?" the student asked the doctor. "I truly don't know everybody else has gone mad." The doctor said while he pondered for a while. "Turn the fog up to 100%, remove the oxygen entirely, he either dies, or goes mad."
Everything went fuzzy, his mind was different, Rosatto could feel it. That's when they unstrapped him, his body moved but he didn't move it. There was a Lugar placed on the table in front of him, his hand grabbed it. Rosatto was trapped inside of his own body. His hand steadied, no, the person at the other side of the barrel. It couldn't be. His own hand was about to kill her. The only person he'd ever loved. He tried to scream but couldn't, tried to move but wouldn't budge. He was trapped in this nightmare, his nightmare, his body.
Present Day...
Yes that had been what happened, he'd killed the only person he'd ever loved. The shadow dropped his long barreled sniper rifle and pulled something from his jacket. In a sudden oment he lunged at Rosatto, kneeing him in the rib cage and onto his knees.
Well everything was over now, he'd deserve it. Life was never any fun anyways. Well it was inevitable. The only time he'd ever liked his life he'd destroyed it. Killing his girlfriend even under the influence of the fog was unforgivable. He deserved to go out like this.
"You once told me you loved me." She stood above her ex-lover who trembled in fear. "So why did you attempt to kill me?" As he heard her voice he stopped trembling. His posture softened and Rosatto gazed up into the eyes of the woman he loved. "Ava?" He whispered as he saw into the hitman's eyes. She pulled down her hood for the first time in years revealing her beautiful wavy brunette hair. Her eyes a light brown, almost golden color. "Ava, it really is you." Rosatto was stricken and breathless. He'd never felt such resole in his life. "You once told me you loved me." Ava repeated, her voice was soft as a cloud, but her face was hard as a stone. "Yet, you still shot me." "We can still do it, you and me Ava. We can go somewhere together and love each other once again." Rosatto pleaded as a single tear fell from his eye. "I don't dwell on the past." Ava replied in a cold tone. Leveling the Lugar to Rosatto's head, she pulled the trigger.