Ok, this is my first Noughts and Crosses fic, written because I couldn't find any on Jude and he's always intrigued me. It's probably no good whatsoever but I wanted to write a Jude fic so here it is!
Disclaimer: All ideas from Noughts and Crosses belong to the amazing Malorie Blackman.
I'm glad I killed Cara. She was just a stupid Cross, there's no point in thinking about her or wondering what she was thinking before I killed her. There's just no point, because I had no feelings for her whatsoever. I have no feelings for anyone, except maybe my mother. I just feel empty. Empty and cold. Strong feelings make you weak so I have none. Cara was proof of that, she fell in love, that was her weakness. Her feelings were too strong. I will never fall in love; I never have fallen in love. Women just pass the time or, in Cara's case are just puppets to be used for money and food. Cara was in love with me, the stupid bitch, and she couldn't even see that I was using her.
Well, if she couldn't see through me she was probably better off dead. If she was alive she would just spend her whole life being used by people and she wouldn't even know it. The world is better off without her, I'm better off without her.
Now I just need to get on with my life, hopefully I won't get banged up for it. That's my only regret, not thinking it through properly.
I'm glad the idiot bitch is dead and I won't think about her again.
But her eyes, the way her eyes had looked before I started attacking her, they were so radiantly happy. So beautiful.
Hang on, did I just think a good thought about the Cross bitch? What's wrong with me!
I don't think nice thoughts about anyone, especially not filthy Crosses. But I didn't mean it, Cara's eyes were the same colour as her skin. The colour of dung, the colour of dirt and stupidity.
So I'm glad I killed her. There is now one less Cross in the world. And all because of me.