ItsAllOVER.

[thekrab]

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DEATH WAS SOMETHING the long-haired tom never thought of. It was something that never really crossed his mind. Why should it? It didn't worry him. If you die, you die, thats just how things worked. Although, the thought of actually dying had never crossed his mind. And on that cool, summer's night, as the white tom sat in the middle of the cold, black pavement, he didn't know how close to it he really was.

THE HEADLIGHTS WERE still to far away to be spotted, so no attention was made to the SUV speeding down the road. The driver, intoxicated, one with way to many drinks that night, and was currently nursing the neck of a Bud Light. Faux, rather interested in the right paw to look to his right. And if he had, his life might of been spared. Might.

THE SUV WAS going over ninety, and had a hell of a lot of momentum flowing behind it. As it approached the tom, only around thirty meters away, now, it seemed to be going faster than ever. Only then when Faux heard the roar of the enjine, did he look. But it was to late.

THE HEADLIGHTS WERE blinding, singing his eyes and dialating his pupils, his eyes the size of dinner plates. He was a deer cat in headlights, and there was no going back. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..
SMACK!
The white tom didn't feel the full impact of the SUV, he didn't feel anything as he was thrown under the vehicle, singed by the underparts of the SUV. He didn't feel anything as he rolled under one fo the back tires, being crushed. He didn't feel anything, because he was dead.

THE WHITE TOM lay in the middle of the road, his limbs twisted and managled, his head tilted at an impossible angle, due to the severing of his spine. Blood stained his once spotless white coat, which also happens to be burnt and smoking. A trickle of black tinted blood dripped slowly out of his right nostril, his jaws open, agape. One ear lay about ten feet away, have being shredded from the left back tire. Managled, crushed, and dead.
But not without his pride.


OOC: I had to, sorry. DD: