The world was the depth and the width of the blade, and the blade was light and shine.

And death.

It hovered above him for a moment, for just a moment, and it stretched through his world and reached out for him.

Behind the blade there was no madman, arms raised, eyes black, world lost. There was peace and there was quiet. There was no more fear and no more death. He closed his eyes.

But there was no more Bodie.

And so he let the blood run, he let the pain roar, and he twisted to his feet again.

-- THE END --

May 2006

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