I stared at the ghost for a minute, then asked, “So why are you haunting me again?” “I never heard your saddest story, Keily. You promised you’d tell me.” “Alright… I’ll tell you.”

_"Markus, no! Stop!"

He turned and looked at me. The Colt .45 pressed to his bare chest, he turned and sadly smiled through the cold rain.

“Hello, Keily. I’m sorry, but I have to. Don’t you understand? If I don’t do it, everyone will die anyway.”
“Just because you’re the general of the army that is going to destroy the world, doesn’t mean killing yourself is the anwser! They’ll find soemoene else who can and will do it!”
“Keily. I’m sorry.” He lifted the gun from his chest, his dark hair plastered to his head, his sad eyes staring at me.

He let the gun fall. I took one step, another, and then I was running across the field. He picked up the gun and fired it… At me."_

“That’s your saddest story, Keily!?” “Yes, it is. Markus, I’m sorry I’ve haunted you all these years.” His haunted, but alive, eyes stared at my fading form.