_“I trust you.”_ I spat, mockingly; reiterating my words from the night before. _God, how stupid I’d been._There couldn’t be a phrase further from the truth—not while his knife was poised at my throat.

He had betrayed me, once more. His eyes swarming with the storm that no doubt lied beneath them. Somehow, this betrayal stung much more—twisted, and delved the knife in deeper…closer to peircing heart.

“I had to make this sacrifice.” He murmered, wincing. I leaned closer, allowing the blade of the knife to prick my skin. Almost immediately, a trail of blood trickeled down the column of my neck. I was prepared to call his bluff, _or die trying_.

He shifted so that the sharp end of the blade was no longer biting into my skin. I tracked his movement, a slow, malicious smirk spreading along my face. _I knew it._

_“You won’t.” _My smirk had grown into a full fledged grin now. _He would not be able to stop me, _I thought with satisfaction. And after his betrayal, there would be nothing holding me back.

“Don’t tempt me.” He breathed, his voice raspy. But, a hint of fear shone in his eyes. He knew I had realized that there was nothing in him capable of killing me. Nothing to stop me from waltzing in, killing the beloved Queen, and taking the money for myself; as I had originally intended. While, before I had offered out an olive branch and called a truce. A truce that _he_ broke.

I inched forward once more, watching him stagger back to preserve the current state of my neck.

“I _trusted_ you.” I stated, earnestly now—rephrasing my words from before. My brows were now furrowed, anger taking ahold of me, rendering me senseless. “How ignorant of you, to plan to stop me—_kill me, _even—and not have the heart to put the sharp end of a blade against my skin.” My voice was low, but scathing. I was reeling, knowing he had been stupid enough to threaten me without being able to follow through.

He _knew_ I would not hesitate, had I been in that position. _So, why did he?_

_“Why?” _I heard myself demand, my voice rising an octave. “You—you _hate_ me. Even after last night…You chose to turn your back on me—on us!” I needed to know _now. _I needed to know before I killed the queen. Before he likely disapeared, or changed his name. _Just like when we were younger. _

He had saved me from the streets, saw the potential in me; he had turned me into the killer I am today. Then, he had left._ Just like that, without any warning._

But even then, he had never failed to inform me that he was _willing _to end my life in the blink of an eye.

_So, why now? _

_“Why?” _I said_, louder this time._ I watched as he squeezed his eyes shut, and dropped his arm, that was weilding the blade, to his side. He shifted his stance, emnating shame in a way I’d never seen him before. _Regret _was not one of his characteristic emotions.

“I don’t know.” His voice was merely a whisper. “I thought I could—it’s who I am.” He opened his eyes but averted his gaze, turning his head to the side. I traced the sharp, harsh lines of his nose and cheekbones with my eyes, watching as a muscle began ticking in his jaw. He met my eyes at last, the storm inside them more prominant than ever. He stepped forward, merging the distance between us in one long stride. “I’m not a good guy…” He murmured, his eyes scanning the entirety of my face for a response—a flare of emotion. “But, for you…” He trailed off, his gaze flicking to my lips.

“_Don’t_.” I hissed, my voice trembling. I felt meek in his proximity, despite feeling strong mere moments ago—_invincible even._

But,_ now—_now I just felt like the little girl who used to love unconditionally._ I had loved him once. Trusted him. _

And_ last night, _last night _wasn’t_ enough to make me forget all that he had done. For years now, he had sabatoged me in every way he could. Reminded me of his existence—of the fact that he no longer cared for me, as he once had. _That he had made me the monster I had become_. That I was _nothing_ without him…

I shivered as he drew nearer to me.

“I couldn’t kill you…” He started, leaning over to meet my eyes once more. He was closer now—so close that I could feel the caress of his breath on my cheek. _Smell his scent_. He smelled like dark wood—autumn, just as he always had.

He tilted my chin up, forcing me to hold his gaze.

_“You betrayed me.” _I accused, tears pooling in my eyes, blurring my vision._ I hated myself—hated the way that the memories of him reduced me to tears. I wished I could forget everything—everything but his cold-hearted deceit_.

Despite my harsh words, my gaze didnt falter. No, it remained steady, focused on him; anticipating for him to lunge forward, and plunge the knife through my heart.

A tear escaped from my eye, trailing down my cheek. It made me appear _weak_._ I am weak,_ I thought sourly. _He is my weakness._

_Was._

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I was suddenly overcome with a flashback, one that took a physical hold over me.

_He had found me crying alone, stooped on one of the stairs leading up into the club. Blood still sticky, coating my hands in a thin layer. He had scowled at me—at my obvious remorse. I had just killed someone. Ended there life with one flick of my knife. Watched as the liveliness bled and faded out of their eyes. Leaving only a glazed over soul. A soul that no longer was present in this world—one that I had stole._

_He had kneeled before me, his eyes dark, filled with a glint of something that should belong soley in Hell._

_He told me weakness can never be controlled. He had offered the bloody knife out to me, his intent clear. He told me to defeat a weakness, they must be killed._

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I was still shaking, as I dragged my mind to the present, to his vice on my arm. I didn’t dare drop my gaze, I knew where it was…_the knife_.

He cradeled my face in his hand, moving it from my arm to my cheek. The desperation in his eyes sent a shooting pang through my heart. Another tear slipped free. _Weaknesses must be killed, _his voice echoed in my mind.

He tilted his face, hovering his lips over mine. _They must be killed_…He brushed his lips across mine.

I shut my eyes tight, feeling his rough hands brush the tears away, _for the last time. _I leaned forward, meeting his lips with mine.

His other hand was loose—looser than it should’ve been. I dragged my hand along his arm, shifting it to his wrist. I pulled him closer…

He was consumed with the kiss, parting my lips and deepening it. I had to move fast, for however overcome he was, he never truly let his guard down.

I twisted his wrist, pulling the knife from his grasp. He was too shocked to react. His only audible response was a sharp gasp as the knife punctured his heart.

Even then, he did not move his hands from the side of my face. His warmth I could feel, was bleeding away. Leaving his cold.

I was sobbing now, the knife still pertrubing out from his chest.

I choked on my tears, my hands holding his in place.

“You’re my weakness…” He forced out in a raspy voice, his eyes barely open. He had slumped to the ground, taking me with him. _I had too…didn’t I? “You always have been…” _He finished softly, his eyes no longer focused—_no, they were glazed over._

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“I love you…” I choked out, trailing my fingers along the lines of his face. I was holding him tightly now—forcing him to remain with me.

I brushed my lips over his, the kiss salty with the taste of tears—_my tears._

_Regret washed over me, once more. I hadn’t felt it since my first kill._ I tucked my face into his shoulder, no longer hearing his racing heart_—but his dead one._

_“I’m sorry,”_ I sobbed_. “But, you made me weak.”_

_I desprately wanted to hold him longer, to decieve myself into believing he was still there…still with me. For the truth—the truth robbed me of any humanity that had remained within me._

_Funny, that one person could be the only thing to draw feeling out of you. To draw fear, hate…love._

_I pulled the knife out of him, my face dry of the tears that had streamed down my cheeks moments before._

_“Goodbye…” _I whispered softly, brushing his eyes closed gently. He looked peaceful, something I had only seen once before_: last night. _

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I shoved that thought from my head_. I would need to forget him. _For, I would not let my weakness follow me_—not with him dead._

_I felt numb. _

_Good._

_Numb meant I did not feel._

_Therefore, I would never be weak again._

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I left him there. Left my old life—my old love.

Left to finish what I had set out to do.

_Kill the Queen._

_And anyone else who got in my way._

_There was nothing—no one, who could stop me now._

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