Don't Mourn the Dead, for the Living are Damned.

[Therin]

Gone. That's all. Nothing more. Nothing less. Ripped away like a bandage from a bullet hole. Yes. That's what I am. A hole. Raw and bleeding. You covered me. Stopped the blood flow. Promoted healing. Now...there's nothing left to heal.

Look back on memory, crystal clear. Still fresh like yesterday's news. Blue sky over cedars.

"It must be hard, living like that. No trust. Friendship."

"It's a living. Kept me alive this long, hasn't it?"

"No hope."

"Hope doesn't pay the bills."

"No. It doesn't. But where would we be without hope?"

"I don't need hope."

"Everyone needs hope."

"...I have you."

Here I kneel. Can't walk. Can't carry this torch alone. I don't have the strength. Never did. Even before. I tried to tell you. Tried to show you. You were the strength for both of us. You never believed that, though.

Empty cathedral, looming buttresses and shadowed arches. Stained glass windows, like lights in fog.

"I can't do it, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I'm not clean."

"Everyone has demons, Lei."

"I have blood on my hands."

"I...had a friend once. She was sad. Always. I never actually saw her smile. It never bothered me. And then one day, she didn't come to school. I never saw her alive aga-"

"No, stop, you don't understand."

"I understand, Lei. I-"

"I have blood on my hands, Sher! It's been twelve years since the last time I went somewhere without a weapon! I...didn't grow up like you did."

"God has enough forgiveness for us all."

"I don't."

"Whatever happened in the past, Lei, it's in the past. You did what you had to-"

"Stop, Sher. Just stop. You weren't there."

God above, I wish you were here. Tell me where to go. What to do. I tried to stop. Tried harder than I ever have before. After a certain amount of time...paranoia becomes second nature. Guns in every hand. Threats around every corner.

They never attacked me when I was with you. Not once. I swore you were an angel.

Gunshots. Like a beans falling on drum pans. You can't hear much in a firefight. Can't see much. In the end it comes down to instinct and reaction time. I've never lost. Got hit once.

"Baby? Baby, baby, shhh, shhh, it's okay. It was just a dream. It's okay. You're okay."

"They're coming."

"Hmmm?"

"They're coming! We have to go. Get dressed."

"What? Who's coming? What's going on?"

"I...you don't want to know. Come on."

"Stop! Come here. It was just a dream, baby. There's...no one coming. Come back to bed."

"But-"

"I'm not going anywhere, Lei. If someone shows up at the door...well, I have you, don't I?"

I didn't sleep the rest of the night. Walked the apartment. Checked my gun. Every time I had that dream, violence came soon after. Every time. Except this one.

I'd ask why...but it doesn't matter. You're gone. That's all. Nothing more. Nothing less. All that's left is me. Stand up. Gotta do things on your own now. No one to lean on. But then...not much to worry about either. I swear. As God bears witness to my sins, I swear. I don't know who to blame. Who to rage at. So, I guess I'll blame them all. One by one, or all by the dozen. I'll see you avenged.

I swore you were an angel. I guess I was wrong. You were an archangel. For in death, you have unleashed a monster.

Cry havoc, for I am the Dog of War.

[Ultrawolf]

I really really really like your style here.
It's like a cross of your old style with my gritty sort of style.
Except it puts mine to shame.
I'm too tired to say much more right now but I'll edit more when I've had sleep.