"You're out of time."
And in that moment she knew. She knew exactly what would happen, why he had grabbed her, instead of his minions, why he was holding a sword. Every Calculated move fell into place, and she knew… he still didn't get it!
She felt the blade against her skin, blood flowing freely, and she knew: this will kill me.
"Lieutendent!" She heard his screams, faintly.
Don't, don't… She thought, as she felt herself be held up by that evil, demon of a man. Don't do it…
She knew he would. She prayed he would not.
We have killed so many people; we don't have a right to decide our death. She knew that. But, why now?
She had cheated death so many times, death was indeed a vindictive bitch for it's fitting, oh how fitting, revenge.
It had never felt so hopeless…