Friday, 31 March 2017

Ending The Dance

“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.


Her hand moved slightly away, and I struck.

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