"The tynooza finite" (Epilogue)

My dearest imaginary readers: 

I have to tell you some terrible news, and come clean about something.
Tyler Nooza, our dear character from the "Tynooza Finite" story, well he is an actual person, yes, he is real. He had been sending me his story and with what he told me, I wrote what you have found in this place, blog, world, whatever...
 His real name is not Tyler Nooza, I cant tell you how he is actually named because that would be breaking our (his and mine) confidential agreement. I have to protect my supernatural friends.
So with that said, here comes the horrific news.
Tyler Nooza, the boy that could not die, is dead.
I am in complete shock (as Im sure many of you will be) but I am guessing that his evil sister Amanda finally found a way to dispose of him forever. I do not know how her dark, sinister, vile mind works, but she found a way around the survival power of her brother and she destroyed him. I don't know the specifics, but I do know, for a fact, that he is dead. Finite.
So, you will not be reading more about this amazing boy, I am so sorry, I never thought this could happen. But I hope all of you will remember him, full of life, blushed cheeks, running on a field of daisies and laughing happily along Lancelot (I think this is the appropriate time to  tell you that Lancelot is also dead).
I know thats how I will remember him.

Rest in peace my dear friend. 

C.LS.A


Ps: Amanda, you bitch, I will find you, and I will avenge the dead of Tyler (and Lancelot), I will destroy you, I will have my revenge, be afraid, be very afraid. MooooooooooOOOOOOOAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 

The last one.

The last one.
By Carla Sierra.

The night was warm.
The cigarrette tasted good.
The stars were bright, yet
I felt like something was not okay.
That Light, it kept on distrubing me.
It reminded me of him, my doom.
Still, I was not scared. If he was coming back for me I could
take it, I was prepared, I´ve waited for this for so long.

The trees moved with an impatience that I recognized, maybe
he was here.
This would be my last cigarette, my last warm night, my last look at the beautiful stars.
So, I took a big breathe of air, before I could let it out I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned quickly.

There he was, he had not changed, his eyes were the same, deep and scary.
So, after all he was here, to challenge me, to make me feel despair.

But I could not give him that, so I felt a strange kind of peace.
I smiled. To my surprise he smiled too.

-So- he said with a whisper. – This is how things are going to end.
-Yes- I answered, again surprised of the security that I was feeling.
- Are you afraid?- He asked me , looking straight into my eyes.
- No- I managed to say.
And with that answer he pulled the trigger, I was impressed of how quickly it all came down.
I appreciated that, I savored my last words, the beauty of NO.
I fell into the ground, and within seconds I was gone, and with that I left behind my guilt and sins.
I deserved to die.
I felt happy to die.
I was finally dead.



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