The End?

Write about a character as they deal the killing blow to their greatest foe. Does this foe have any last words? What is left for this character to do, now that their enemy has been defeated? What purpose is there for a warrior who has no wars to fight?

And that was the last of it.  Mikhael let the needle drop to the floor.  He knew the paralytic compound would hit his heart in about 3 minutes.  Vaguely, he wondered what his mother would think of him now, strewn across the floor of the abandoned apartment.  Surely his landlady would be back tomorrow to collect the rent.  He had withdrawn his entire bank account, but knew it wasn't enough for the 3 months of rent he now owed.  Still, he’d left a letter for the landlady with the entirety of his savings – a measly $450 – and had given her the rights to sell everything he in the apartment to try to make up the difference.  At least, it was finally settled.

His mind wandered straight to his daughter.  She was only 4, and probably wouldn't remember him when she got older.  That’s why he wanted to do it now.  He didn't want Anna to live through the pain of losing a parent.  She couldn't hurt that bad if he was never there.  His soon-to-be-ex-wife wouldn't have to strong-arm him for child-support anyway.  He hoped Helen hadn't cancelled the life-insurance policy they’d taken out years ago.  He thought it might help her save for Anna’s college.

He suddenly noticed how dark and quiet it was.  He looked up towards the window, but he couldn’t see the moon due to the darkening clouds that were rolling in.  It figures, he would die without any source of beauty around.

Mikhael felt his heart took a giant lurch, before an all-encompassing silence took over his body.  He was surprised at his own alarm, and frowned, knowing his lungs would stop working next.  But it’s over, he thought.  He wouldn't have to fight the world off anymore.  He wouldn't have to make himself go to work to earn money that wasn't enough to live on anyway.  He wouldn't have to get spit on by the opposing team at the games where he sold treats.  He wouldn't have to know that he couldn't provide food and an education for his daughter.

When he could no longer breathe in, the stillness rolled over his body.  He realized how strange it was to not be able to do something so simple, then thought that was a strange thought to have.  He also noticed he could no longer move, and he wished he could have held Anna one last time.  He just wanted to hold her close.  Tell her goodbye.  Wanted to tell her he loved her.  He wanted to s

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