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asphalt-nomad · 2 years ago

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And that was when he felt it. At first it was like feeling a small insect landing on him, a small little pinch as it took a bite into him unexpectedly. But then it grew into a sharper splitting pain. As if his flesh was being opened like the zipper on his under-suit. The shock started to kick in now as the pain increased and took over with the twist of the blade. He stepped back from her, his hands instinctively going to his right side, groping at where the pain was emitting. She watched him, sullenly as he staggered back further. His crimson blood audibly began a rapid dripping sound, splattering on the cold forest ground, soaking slowly into the dirt. Confusion clouded his face, or perhaps it was the shock speaking in his facial expression. Either way she really didn’t care, or so she told herself.

Edward made an odd wheezing sounding, like that of a small animal that was lost from its own mother. He felt her blade’s hilt, its new sheath being in between his ribs. He had been stabbed before. He knew this sensation, but he’d never felt it like this. Every time he ever earned a wound by blade, he had seen it coming. The blade always belonged to an established enemy, him always being a defined target.

He managed to find his voice from the rush of adrenaline and pain that now radiated in his body.

“Elise, you were the 7th hooded one, weren’t you?” He sputtered out. His breathing was becoming erratic, he tried drawing it in but it only leaked out of his now punctured lung. He knew he shouldn’t waste what oxygen he managed to pull in, but if he was to die here, at the hands of a woman he loved, he had a right to die with at least asking for answers.

She looked at him, without a hint of emotion. Her eyes had that unforgiving scorn she only held so dearly for those she truly hated. How many times had he been lost in her eyes? Would he die lost in them now? She said nothing to him as he stood there.

“You knew I was the Silent One, didn’t you? You knew I was in that same fight as the Violent One. You knew the Knowledgeable One was my sister and that she knew the three of us were connected. You got your revenge. There’s no more Hooded Ones now, besides you and I.”

He spat, red mixed in his saliva. His breathing was labored now. She just watched. Her face betrayed nothing. Edward sank to the ground, it was too much to stand now. In the corner of his mind darkness began to creep in and he knew he would lose his consciousness soon. After everything he’d done, all the things he’d seen, the people he’d met and helped, the narrowest of escapes from death, he was to die to the person he let in closest? If he could’ve, he would’ve laughed. It was honestly fitting for him to go out like this, a boy who through it all kept his humanity, he was betrayed by the emotions most didn’t carry anymore. He trusted and loved, things he knew for men killed. She just kept watching. She could’ve been a statue the way she kept her body so still, like she wasn’t even alive, just a cold piece of stone, sitting there, not even attempting to speed his death up.

“Why?”

It escaped his lips, barely audible, practically a whisper.

“Because you never had the courage.”

Her voice was sharper than the knife driven into him. It cut and stung his ears.

“Because you knew everything. Because you let him walk around being the butcher he was. You never told me. You never gave a hint. You just acted like it was nothing. You knew. You knew how much seeing him dead meant to me and didn’t try to fix it. No you just kept to yourself and played your mind games of your own. You said you loved me.”

Her voice faltered. Her eyes suddenly had a flash of sorrow. It gave her away entirely. He understood now. She never needed Edward. She worked her way into his small cracks of the armor he had protecting himself solely to use what resources he had. She knew he was useful, this was a cat and mouse game. But the problem was, the cat had grown fond of the mouse. She didn’t mean to get this close. And now she had to see the last of the Hooded Ones die at her hand, even if it killed a piece of her.

“If you’d told me, I wouldn’t be doing this. I wouldn’t have had your sister killed. You wouldn’t be bleeding out in a forest. And I’d have my revenge in full. But you’re a fool Edward. You believe a snake could shed his rotten skin and be a man of honor. Your misplaced faith in humanity is sickening.”

He was being to slip into the void. She walked over to him, placing one hand on his clammy face. With the other she gripped the handle of her blade and pulled. It made a sickening wet suction sounded as it came free. Edward felt the air flow out. She looked at him with the fire of a thousand suns.

“You stupid fool. I didn’t want to kill you. But you made me do this.”

She stood up, sheathing the blood soaked blade. He tried to say something but just made a gurgling sound. She turned her back and strode back down the path.

As darkness enveloped his mind, he could only watch her walk away as he gave into the dark cold kiss of unconsciousness.

#a book i'll never write #pain #hate

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asphalt-nomad · 2 years ago

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Look how close there sitting 🥺

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asphalt-nomad · 2 years ago

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friend break up

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asphalt-nomad · 2 years ago

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I remember when you were someone I knew.

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asphalt-nomad · 2 years ago

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I honestly don't think there's any feeling worse than being so sickeningly self aware. You know everything that's wrong about you and what you're not doing that you should be and vice versa. Yet even with this knowledge, for some reason you are stuck and can't even fathom a direction to move in to make a better chance for yourself.

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