The sun had only just started rising, giving the sky the appearance of bleeding as the light shined on it. Each step I took I felt the rock beneath my feet soften. I was outside of Harry's house trying to look through his windows, but they were boarded up for some strange reason. Slowly, I approached the door noting the shattered glass surrounding it and the holes the body letting all sound pass through. I knocked the door. "The door is open." His voice was weak and tired. So I pushed it open and made my way to his room, to see him lying in bed, pale skin covered with red and green spots. "You look like death," I said with a slight inappropriate chuckle. "I feel worse." He laughed back, however, it sounded painful, sharp. This was his last moment, but it seemed to go slower every minute seeming three times longer.

"There's no hope for me." I don't know what type of poison Mary used, but she did not give him a merciful death. "Did you read the paper this morning?" The answer I was hoping for was the least likely of the two, however to my surprise he responded "Yes I did, my son brought it up to me before leaving with some friends. So you finally told him the truth about Mary's involvement?" He had his suspicions since the beginning. "Yes, but she's gone missing." There was an awkward silence as I shifted my weight back and forth on his bed. "Do you want me to get anything for you?" I had started standing up myself to get a drink. "Not food, I'm far too sick to eat anything, but you could get my will I want to read it again."

The trip downstairs felt cold, each step I made through this ageing house made a creek that rung throughout the house. I made it to the kitchen, the first thing I saw upon entering was the odd amount of meats for a wide variety of animals, from beef to even horse meat, but that's not what I'm looking for. In a cupboard in the back of the room on the back wall, there was a collection of alcoholic drinks from decade's ago, so I took the oldest one. The will itself was on the arm of his chair in the main room and had almost doubled in length. The final half was. "My second house and all its contents, that house was mine before I married my wife and I inherited it when she died, may it bring back good memories. But I also give you a key, this key has been in my family for generation. I don't trust my idiot son with it so I give it to you." The other words were unreadable.

I ran up the stairs to the sound of a painful scream like a cry for help, but with no words, Harry was on his bed. His eyes filled with tears as I approached, I felt his hand clutch tightly around my wrist. "I don't want to go, I don't want to." He just kept repeating that over and over in the same voice, begging for mercy. The pupils of his eyes had already dilated his body was ready to die but he wasn't he was holding onto his last breath. "I don't want to go, I don't want to go." His desperate last words meaning nothing. At this point, when one's life flashes before their eyes most start a pointless list of all they regret, but all Harry did was cry with no tears. He knew the end had come and he knew his fate lies with the devil. All his life of drinking, drugs and gambling sealed his fate many years ago, but he put no faith in God's, devils and fallen angels.

His state just kept getting worse until he couldn't take it anymore, he used his last breath and passed away. Thirty-seven, such a short life for a man of his aspirations. He wanted to be known to the public as the man who stops the monsters, but in the end, his closest monster stopped him. I sat in his study, a significantly smaller room than mine, and sent all of our mutual friends a short letter.

"To Sir or Madam,

I regret to inform you about the death of your friend and family Harry West, who died of natural causes today. At the moment I am writing this, he had died about eleven minutes ago, and I hope this letter makes it to you on time."

I looked over at his bed, his arm had started to hang over the edge of the bed, free from the blanket with his legs undoubtedly soon to follow.