• Taking a silent sigh he entered the elevator.
    The boy with no name.
    His tender skin burned as the elevator rose higher and higher.
    Level eighteen was his goal.
    Seemingly floating he felt his heartbeat beat faster and faster.
    Death's Shadow loomed under him, smiling,
    Level fourteen.
    Souls stared and burned him little by little.
    His flesh cried but he pushed away the thought.
    He stared back and smiled at his pain.
    Level sixteen.
    Slowly panting he outspread his arms.
    Little by little his eyes would give away to sleep.
    Tears and blood from the pressure pushed away at his skin.
    Level eighteen.
    They spread and let in a white smoke.
    Men slowly entered and took him.
    His body was left in their arms.
    With one eye open he smiled at the sight.
    His friends were there waiting for him.