You're angry words echo in my ears and I lash out with more anger then I ever wanted to feel towards you. You were the most precious person in my life. To me you were everything, you were my protector, my best friend my hero, and the love of my life. But in this moment you are nothing, you are my enemy.

My hands shake as I raise my gun to your head. You watch from below me with green eyes that remind me of a snake and all I see is disgust in your dull orbs. And I feel sick, but I don't show it. You can't know how truly scared I am.

"You betrayed me Arthur." I tell you, but you know that already. You spit on my shoes; a mix of blood and dirt. You've already received such a thrashing that you're bruised, bleeding, and covered with filth. The rain around us does nothing to cleanse you of all the grim instead it just makes you look more pathetic then you already are.

"I betrayed you?" You say in an almost arrogant tone.

I know you refuse to accept defeat, that's just how you are.

"You fucking brat! You betrayed me!" You shout up at me lurching forward against the hands that hold you down on your knees.

I lower my gun and roughly grip your chin between my fingers and force you to stay still.

"You gave me up to the enemy and almost got me killed." I say with more pain in my voice then I wanted. "I thought we were in this together Arty?"

You're eyes soften for a split second and you look like you want to say you're sorry, but your expression hardened again.

"How dare you? I never gave you up to anyone." You shout struggling against my hold, "You fucking left me for dead, Alfred. You're just a pathetic lying bastard who needs to blame someone for your own damn mistakes." You lower you're pitch till you're speaking in a low angry growl and it served to only anger me more.

I press the barrel of the gun to your forehead. I still have ahold of your chin so you can't escape.

"Liar! Fucking liar. I thought you were dead and that's where you belong." I shout. My finger tightened on the trigger, but your angry expression never falters. You are not scared that I'm going to kill you. Why aren't you scared? Do you think that I'm not capable of killing you? Why?

"Es tut mir leid, mein Freund." I hear from directly behind me. His voice and feeling the barrel of a revolver pressed against my scalp answered everything. You had no intention of dying here.

"I'm sorry." You whisper looking straight into my eyes and for a moment I know that you truly didn't want this. Your form curling down close to the ground in a way that made you seen so small and weak is the last thing I see before the whole world goes black, and all regrets and fear are forgotten.