Yes, darlings, this is the last chapter. I love all of you. Thank you for reading this. Maybe a sequel will follow. This is my last goodbye for this book.
Love, Fallen
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I let out a scream as my back slammed into the glass wall, shattering it rather effectively and sending needles of the cruel substance into my skin. I swore, loudly, and with great force. It was enough to stop the Warrior in front of me and the fight Aisu was having. I’d never been one to swear. In fact, I tried to refrain from it.
Blizzard’s voice sent waves of concern through me. I have your brother. I said nothing in reply, but sent an image of the very surprised Warrior to him instead, which made him laugh with large amounts of amusement. Unfortunately, I couldn’t laugh with him. I had slipped on my mask of stone, the cruel one that allowed me to lose all emotion, all thoughts of right and wrong and allowed me to focus on whatever it was I sought. The poor Warrior didn’t know what hit him.
My hand twitched, and in that movement, the handle of my first throwing knife slid into my palm with practiced ease. I allowed my right hand to remain occupied with my sword, which dripped red onto the pavement below my feet. I swung it easily, keeping the Warrior’s eyes glued to it as it made a slow arc toward his dominant arm. He turned to face it, his face twisted between confusion and laughter, before my left hand threw the knife in the blink of an eye.
Feeling the blade pierce the chink in his armor, which I’d had to make myself while we fought, he looked down with surprise and pain as it punctured his lung, and began the slow, terrible process of making him drown in his own blood. I grimaced, he wheezed, the world sped up. He fell to his knees and I stopped my sword’s motion. I slid my knife out, and watched without feeling as he gave me that helpless look that all who fell to my blades gave me. They gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine and made me regret my aloofness. They looked as if they were grieving.
But then I would get angry. They were grieving themselves, their stupidity. They didn’t know true pain, grief... they didn’t know what it was like to be help captive and helplessly controlled. They didn’t know what it was like to be beaten and broken into submission by the words of someone in a cozy room, while you nearly froze to death, while you bled out a lifetime’s worth of blood and were consumed by the pain that wracked your body until you wanted nothing more than death. I broke the man’s neck. At least he wouldn’t suffer as I had.
My empty eyes moved from the man, no, the boy before me to the larger man who stared at me with a mixture of horror, fear, and fury. The last two emotions would make him strong, the first one would be his downfall. My lack of emotion made me invincible. The knife planted itself into his chest before he could blink. A merciful death. I had given him a merciful death. It was too fast for him to feel pain. He was dead before he knew it. I withdrew my blade again and watched with a horrid fascination as it dripped the man’s lifeblood onto the dark pavement of the road. I smiled.
My bloodthirsty smile flashed to the civilian who somehow had hidden himself behind the Warrior who I’d just killed. A small child, a little girl, hid behind his leg. My eyes widened and I looked up at the man. What was he doing here? Panic surged through me. I didn’t want the civilians to die, only those who had wronged me, those who stood in my way. “Leave!” I shouted, pointing at him and his child. “Run as far and fast as you can!” The little girl looked at me with large eyes as her father, no he was too young, her brother picked her up. His green eyes stared at me in fear as I grabbed his arm and pushed him inside the building. “We will leave shortly. As soon as you hear me whistle, you run away, as far as you can!” The boy still stared at me horrified eyes. “Do you understand, boy?” He nodded rapidly and hid in the building. I placed my mask on again and turned as the last Warrior in this area fell to his knees.
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The Sacrifice [Undergoing Editing]
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