I gripped my bow tighter. My fingers were actually turning white.
My whole life would change from this big action.
I would probably kill myself in the process.
I usually don't give a shit about who I shoot. But I did this time. I cared a lot. I knew the person who kneeled before me. Not in honor, but for death.
I was about to shoot the person I knew so well. A face with details that I could immediately repeat, abd the owner of that face could do the same with me.
I was about to murder my best friend.
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Death's Dark Angel
ActionShe can survive anything, and she has death's wings. She can live through anyone's death. But not somebody she knows. So when the day comes when her best friend kneels before her to die, she is broken beyond belief. Her life has just shattered. Bu...
