"Damien, Kath, they're one of the same," the man said as he ran at Elena. The world will crumble, nothing will remain, and everyone will die. Elena knew that now, all of her efforts were futile. He will win and there's nothing she could do about it.
Punch after punch, kick after kick. Elena couldn't withstand her brother's true ability and somehow he was even stronger than he used to be. Death became inevitable but she could still hope for a draw.
Kath swung, Elena ducked under it. He was fast and tried to knew her, Elena stumbled backward after she swung her knee into Kath's attack. He closed the distance immediately and he was in front of her again. Before Elena could recover Kath sent a kick right into he shin and she fell over. A second later Kath's hands were on her neck and she couldn't breathe. "No" Elena tried to struggle the last bit of remaining air from her throat. The world blurred around her as Kath lifted her from her throat and into the air. Elena struggled and kicked but it was to no avail, she was going to die.
Kath's eyes were dead, no he was dead himself, as was Damien. The thing that he inhabited was no human nor a machine. It was complete and total nothingness. There was no want, no future, and no emotions. It had only need for one thing, the end. Kath walked his sisters writhing body over to the side oft he building, and right before she passed out from lack of oxygen, he dropped her.
Elena's vision was fading, she needed to breathe and yet, she couldn't. No now she could, as she breathed in she realized Kath had let go of her. She was falling and falling fast. No this couldn't be happening, she was supposed to save the world. But here she was taking one last breathe.
Kath waited on the ledge of the skyscraper until he heard the crunch of flesh and bones against the cement of the sidewalk before he went away.
Kath knew what was coming his way. He didn't know how he knew, he just knew the Reaper was now after him. Kath quickly ran down the hotel stairs where the oblivious lady who had nursed him back to health stood. "Quick where are the firearms," Kath said, voice panicked. "They're uhh, 3rd room down the hall to the left." The lady said being confused and panicked. Kath took off quickly, expecting there to be an arsenal of guns waiting for him. Instead as he opened the cabinet where the gun was, all he found was a single pistol with only six shots. It was a Luger, old but freshly polished. It's wooden handle was firm and bright, and its silver top was shiny and perfect. The five bullets lay to the left, already in the magazine. Kath would be disappointed if he had feelings, instead he tool the luger, clipped the magazine into the gun and ran out of the hotel, he'd need to find on thing before his plan was complete.
She didn't have enough time. She felt the winds shift and knew what had happened. He had reawakened and she was the only one who could get rid of him. She couldn't run fast enough, couldn't get there fast enough, was it all over? Was all the killing for nothing? Was the myth of the reaper's hitman going to end, just like that? No she had to be fast enough, Ava had to be fast enough to end him. That's all that this was ever for.
When Kath finally reached them, the computers were unprotected. A dead man lay on the floor and disturbed papers showed a recent meeting had been here. The treasure was never the computers that sat in front of Kath, but the code that only he had. He simply typed a single five letter word 'telos.' Now, any action or thought or anything was futile. The end was near. A minute later she showed up, but it was too late.
All the death, all of the times she had killed innocent people to protect the world, it all had meaning and reason. Now all of that reason was gone. She had committed such atrocities in her name, and her name alone. The Reaper's Hitman helped the Reaper collect the souls of many in vain. So now she would take one last life, the life that never deserved to live, the anomaly in a different world. Ava loaded her 50. Caliber rifle, the one she'd used to take countless lives. A river of tears flowing from her murderous eyes. The 50. Cal fit perfectly to the roof of her mouth. Ava pulled the trigger and blood spewed out of her head. Brain littered the ground and the last soul was taken to the Reaper. It was the Reaper's own Hitman.
"Program completed." Those were the only words Kath needed to see to know it was complete. He had won. Kath walked up the stairs to the top of the building. Many had tried to stop him. The Reaper's Hitman had tried to stop him, his mother had tried to stop him. Even Elena had tried to stop him. They had all failed. As Kath made it to the doorway leading to the rooftop he remembered his long journey to get to this point. As Kath walked out into the frigid air he reminisced on his time spent in this world.
And for the first time, Kath smiled. For he knew that this was how it all ended, he knew it deep in his heart always. Rosatto would not win, nobody would win but him. Kath laughed a laugh that had not been heard in years. A laugh that was so bubbled up in his throat that it burst like a bomb as it came out. At that moment Kath knew who he was, he knew his purpose, Kath knew he was to end the world, he was no more human as a matter of fact. Kath was a god, a holy being not to be trifled with. He alone had played his moves so well that he alone was the only victor.
He took to dancing, following the moves of the true feeling of life as the atomic bombs rained down. He jerked his body to the beat of the symphony and laughed, a pure deep laugh from his throat. His hands sprang through the air as he conducted the world's orchestra. Kath bathed in the rain that pelted onto the rooftop and he watched the bombs fall. Fireflies danced around him, flowing with his every motion. Kath spun one last time as the bombs hit. Everything, followed by nothing. The world becoming silent once more.