“So how does this end?”
I went to take a deep breath, to give myself time to think,
but cut myself off when I felt my throat brush the blade she held.
“I think… I think it can end well for both of us…”
My voice was slow, steady, trying to portray the confidence
that had vanished from me moments before. She chuckled once, softly, moving her
knife closer.
“How so?”
I met her gaze.
“We forget our issues, turn around, and take out every
motherfucker outside.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I-“
Her hand moved slightly away, and I struck.
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