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A/N: It's been forever since I've been on here. Even longer since I've actually posted something. I can't promise to finish my open stories at this point (see profile) but I hope regular updates here will help everyone to forgive me for disappearing so suddenly. With everything finally getting back on track over here I'm excited to come back to the wonderful world of fanfiction.
This story has been sitting in my rough draft folder for years. I have a feeling quite a few people will think of this as a rather predictable story and plot line so I was reluctant to post it in the past. Please wait until the end to judge! As with all my stories, what is expected to happen and what actually happens isn't always the same thing.
AU. Babe. First time Morelli friendly *wink*. Rated for violence.
Hope you like it! Thanks for reading.
-Cyn
The Darkness Within
Prologue
Stay or go. Run or hide. Fight or flight. No one really knows how they will react in any given situation. We hope we'll be strong enough, brave enough to face things head on but until we are actually there standing in front of our demons we can only pray and hope to do the right thing. It's these moments that truly define us. The weak can stand tall. The brave can fall hard. It's all just one big guessing game until our time comes.
I have failed myself already. I became lost in the madness and the madness won. Next time will be different. Next time I know what I have to do to set us free of the madness.
The darkness within him will not win.
There was no hesitation. I had already let us down too many times. I leaned down and picked up the discarded gun. Its heavy weight was calming in an entirely unexpected way. It would bring an end to all of this.
Finally.
Walking closer to the struggling pair I steadily pointed the gun towards the man that ruined us. He took away our spirit, our drive, our belief that good still dominated in this world. He stripped us of everything that made us human until all that was left were two unrecognizable molds of skin and bones with no hope or faith.
They were completely unaware of what was going on behind them. One cowered into themselves while the other continued to strike out at the defenseless person underneath him. One moment slapping or punching her, the next gripping her face hard as an endless stream of profanity flew out of his mouth.
Taking one step forward, I aimed carefully and pulled the trigger.
A pair of wide eyes found mine in shock and . . . hope.
We were free.
A/N: There is a reason for the anonymity here. The who, what, where, when and why will be explained in the coming chapters. Reviews are lovely!
