From the Cradle to the Grave by Treize Armistedian
Page 11 of 11 Instead, by discarding his death, he had finally begun to live. That hope,
newly kindled within the confines of his human soul, was something he would
carry to the grave.
Fin.
(Hit is performed, Dante walks down street afterwards. Months pass. No work.
Dante looks for jobs. Goes crazy. Wants to fight. To kill. Cannot get hired.
Goes into bar. Gets into fight. Kills everyone. Is drugged. Falls asleep. Is
captured by a victim's lover. Showed his crimes, his killings. Has the demeanor
of a child. Is left in the desert. End. Possible Epilogue: Dante is seen in
desert, sitting atop sand-colored rock and children play at his feet. He wears
a cape to conceal the spot where his arm was. One of the children asks
what happened to his other arm. Dante smiles and wraps his cape tighter around
him, reminded of Asia.)
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