It was Sanford I wanted to question once Cosmo put me out of the way. It was answers I didn’t feel satisfied with that I wanted.
But now it is only murder I desire.
Klein’s head, blown to pieces. His eyeball, removed from the socket.
But he has one hand behind his back.
And when I flex my finger on the trigger, he removes it, and his gun is aimed at me, too. Sullen thought he would be toofrightened to come down here. But I suppose bloodlust fucks us all.
I have it too, and I do not feel afraid.
Neither of us speak as we stand off alone, the dancing flame casting shadows over the smooth, hard mask. But it is better this way, the gap between this moment and his death.
I want to see his eyes drain of life when I murder him.See Sullen? We are not so different, baby boy.
A low laugh emanates from Klein’s mask.
Fuck him. “Did you get a cute little rhyming name to Stein because it was the only way you could feel good about yourself? He wouldn’t let you choke on his dick so you had to scramble for another way to feel close to him?” I take a step forward, my eyes never leaving his mask.
Sullen would scold me for being reckless, but thanks to Cosmo, Sullen is not here.
“Did you do everything he told you to, or did you keep some things to yourself, like how much of a bitch baby you are for being so fucking spineless?” Another step. And because the anger is too much,everythingis too much, I do it.
I quickly lower the gun’s aim, and shoot.
Klein groans, staggering back.
I hit his thigh.
Elation grows inside my chest, until I see the wound. I barely found aim. Grazed off the side of his pant leg rather than buried inside him.
Fuck.
He is bleeding though, and he has bowed his head and lowered the gun by his side, putting both hands on this wound.
“Feel good?” I whisper, mania stretching inside my veins.I will enjoy every second of ending you.“You are fuckingpathetic.”I say the word carved into Sullen’s chest.
My precious monster.How fucking dare they?No one gets to touch him anymore butme.
I take another step closer.
Another.
The rage feels so good. I am doing something useful now. I am not just the princess of Writhe, incapable of getting her hands dirty.
I am vengeance.His.
I flex my finger on the trigger. I will aim for his heart now. I will?—
He drops his gun and runs for me. I pull the trigger and the sound reverberates in my skull but he is too low, and he knocks me onto my back in the dirt, the gun flying from my hands.
No.
My heart is in my throat, but he is on top of me, his cologne choking me like his hand around my neck.
No.
Fuck no.
