I don't know why I wrote this…well, I guess being tired makes you do weird things. Yes, I do think that the Piper and Firefox actually liked each other. And I know this is pretty bad, I wrote it quick and didn't check through a second time either. I might rewrite it sometime.
He couldn't sleep. He couldn't even try.
Tears slipped down his face. Mirroring the freezing droplets of rain the poured through the window. But he'd paid no attention to it, he didn't even acknowledge the fact he was crying.
That bitter feeling of victory was all but completely extinguished now.
I win….you were a fool to believe that, but you did…and you paid for it…
These thoughts, which had previously filled him with a cruel, sadistic joy, now brought only sharp stabs of pain to his chest.
"Fool, you're not here anymore!" He said in a cracked whisper, but the only response he got was more pain. "You didn't even get to kill the jay, you useless idiot!"
A brief image flashed through his mind, of the angry retaliation he knew his words would earn him. But it was little more than a fragment of memory.
"You hear me?! You lost! That hole in your chest killed you after all didn't it! You…..I…I'm sorry!"
He didn't even know why he had apologised, but he knew that he'd really been wanting too, so badly. Because, whether he wanted to admit it or not, he no longer felt any happiness at all about what had happened, only grief and remorse.
"I'm sorry! Listen, I am!"
But there was no response, not even a whisper, just the wind and the rain.
And he knew then, truly, that there never would be a response. Firefox was gone. As simple as that, but at the same time such an incomprehensible truth. The hate, the anger, the cruelty, the annoyed frown whenever he got teased for drinking so much, they were both gone.
Completely gone. Forever.
They'd never hate each other again, snap at each other again, see each other again.
It had been a victory for him the moment he heard the Adderhead command Firefox to write his name down in that book, they'd both known it.
How did this hurt so much then? He'd killed countless others before then, taken their lives and liked it, not thinking once about how much a life meant.
But was he going to change?
No, he wasn't and he knew it.
The pain he felt now would just make him hate more, enjoy killing more.
He knew nobody was there to hear, or to care, but still he said it one more time.
"I'm sorry."