He hung limply from the chains that held him suspended slightly above the ground, making his body numb with pain. Blood dripped rhythmically to the floor, drawing a small smile from his lips. Soon. Soon the pain would be gone. The pain in his body and, most importantly, the pain of betrayal in his heart. At least when he was dead he would have peace, but would they think of him?

I should have seen this coming. But I didn't. Not that it mattered now though. My life would vanish and nobody would care that I was gone, fore I had nobody that cared that I was here to begin with. That was okay. I had learned about the cruel whims of fate. I had learned about it and I had excepted it long ago because, as a wise man once said: Life sucks. And then you die.