It was dark. But i didn't mind the dark. The abyss was calling gazing onto me as I let out my sorrows. My pain festered into reality as the wolves ate the sun and my father

  Yet I stared, I couldn't blink, I was gazing into nothing, and I didn't hate the feeling

  No, it felt special as if the abyss was made for me it felt comforting, as if nothing mattered

  It didn't I was aware of that; how could I not be? My life had no meaning, not one I could understand anyway. And yet I dreamed of venturing past the darkness

  But I could not. My sins preventing me from ever passing my threshold.

  And yet I couldn't understand my sins,

  And with a halted breath and one last gaze I awoke

  The dream lasted a second, yet it felt like an eternity I was alone, it was as if I was a child again.

  Hopeless, sorrowful, But I wasn't, I couldn't be, I was different, I had a purpose now.

  And for that I was grateful,

  So, I hit the man back straight on the face.

  My fist contacting his cheek the sickening crunch of his teeth becoming loose

  The man I punched stumbled back. He was panting

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  hunched over, his long beard stained with his own blood

  He spit out his teeth, holding his back.

  The light of the full moon shined down on him as if he was special

  But I knew he was not. And he tried again he tried to tackle me

  I stepped to the side so he missed and fell over

  "Give up" I commanded

  He got up and, He looked at me with eyes full of rage, his brows furrowed and his mouth contorted into a snarl

  "Never" he told me, a remark full of life, one he so desperately clinged to

  I smiled; how could I not smile? So full of vigor, the stubbornness, the emotions, he was human

  I was moved, and I would have let him go,

  I would have let him go if he was not a villain

  That very same vigor, he had stolen it from another man.

  So I frowned, I had forgotten this man is not human

  How could he claim so when he acted like a devil?

  So desperate to cling to life and yet had no qualms when taking it.

  It wasn't right.

  But he made me smile

  So, I gave him a choice

  I drew and shot his hat off

  His face was startled, he didn't know how to deal with the gun

  It was odd. It really was, my guns were not hidden by any means, they rested on my leather holsters on my hip.

  Had he expected me not to use my guns?

  Why? No, I don't require that answer I needed to take him.

  "Live or Die" I paused for a second as I grabbed my rope and tossed it at him

  His face still full of the very same rage and yet it was tame now

  Perhaps because of the gun?

  "Your choice" I said calmly

  He shifted uncomfortably, he stared at the rope, contemplating

  What choice was there to make?

  I had told him Live Or die?

  Does he not want to live?

  Was that vigor for naught did his desperation vanish at the sight of a gun?

  His eyes changed.

  They were disgusting now, for I recognized those eyes.

  How could I not when they reminded me of my eyes.

  For a moment it changed, and the emptiness was gone

  It was replaced with a fierce glare

  The devil accepted his fate, I knew of his answer before he said it.

  "Go to hell" he roared and for the final time that night he charged me

  I had given him a choice

  And he had chosen