penance and punishment are between oneself and God - too bad I don't believe in 'im.

[logical_red]

[It's been days since Matt's left his room; he just hasn't felt the need to go anywhere, to do anything. Finally, today, the depression is crippling, and he feels the need to get out. In an effort to take his mind off things (his own Mello's abandonment, his imploding relationship with Misa, and his weird-ass relationship with another Mello), Matt'

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Imma put both mah chars here :3 cause thinking up f3!matt's death interests me

[postnuclearscav]

For a second, Matt was overjoyed at being home. Then the feeling faded as memories of the mansion were replaced with memories of how he'd gotten where he was.
The museum of technology was always a dangerous place to scout out. Normally it was teeming with super mutants, but today there were other problems as well. The brotherhood fighting with the mutants made things easier, in a way, but it also made things harder. He didn't have time to sit back and wait for them to kill each other off, or tire so it'd be easier to sneak by. There was a component deep within the museum that Mello needed. Near's men must have been after it too...that explained the other visitors. It was supposed to be a simple mission. He'd get in, get what he needed, and get back in no time. All before Mello realised where he'd gone in the first place. But there must have been a leak...They'd been afraid of something like that.
He never saw it coming. Fitting, really, for someone got most of his kills through the scope of a sniper rifle. He heard it, though, a split second before it hit. With just enough time to turn and see the bullet headed for him and to realise it'd be a clean shot. No danger of him hanging on and suffering, but no danger of him surviving either.

O_O

[logical_red]

[Finally, Matt's head seems to be mostly cleared. He spots another Matt lying not too far away.]

Oi. You a'right - or are ya - dead? [Each pause is punctuated by a gurgle or a cough.]

[postnuclearscav]

He didn't expect to hear voices after he died. At least not that voice. He frowned, memories of the mansion mixing with the already fading memories of how he'd gotten to the final moment.
"...I think...dead?"

((prolly be slow with this matt for awhile))