Phantom (Discontinued)

Betrayal

           My best friend was one of them. From the start, I knew she was different. I didn't know how different. I thought she was just a quiet, introverted girl. The truth was, she was commander of the Phantom Army. This person I had shared my deepest secrets with, this person who knew every piece of information about the United Nations Army, was the traitor that could take us down. She knew, our weak points, and our strong points. She knew the equipment, and how to use it. She knew everything.
          I trusted a phantom. I really did, and I am ashamed to say that she was the best friend that I'd ever had. We could have conversations about nothing and leave with a grin on our face. Our laughter would ring through the silence in even the darkest of times. Somehow, I learned to trust such a demon. This girl... was the most important part of the Phantoms success.
         This demon had somehow gotten into my mind and brainwashed it into thinking that she was a human. She somehow did this to everyone. Without this control she would look like a normal phantom. Something that I could only describe as darkness.
         Anger overwelmed all of my senses as I stared at Tish. The person, or should I say monster, that I had trusted for so long. She no longer looked like the beautiful, young girl I saw her as, but as a creature with only hatred on her mind. How I could ever care for such a thing is beyond my mind.

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        The smile that was usually stained across her face started to fade as she realized the words that had just slipped out of her mouth. Slowly, my hand went towards my hip, where my knife was positioned in a way ready to be pulled out of its sheathe.
        With my hand on the engraved handle, I shakely ask, "Y-you're one of them?"
        "N-no, I... I...."
        "You are a traitor," I took in a hesitant breathe, "And you lied to me."
        I unsheathed my knife and charged. Suddenly, the wind was knocked out of me and there she was, crouched over me with her eyes locked on the necklace that had the picture of the first time we met. Slowly, her eyes shifted to mine, and the air that had been taken from my lungs had been given back to me.
       "Never... speak of this," she said as she swiftly made her way out.