Kryptonite
By TaladarkieJJ
Invincible. For a moment there I really considered the possibility.
It wasn't hard to think that after being in the business for so long and to have escaped death so many times. Or maybe I just got lucky. But I liked to believe I was unbeatable. At a certain point I didn't even feel pain anymore. I just kept going, on and on. Even when I fought. Slicing through my opponents soft flesh, throwing punches and delivering kicks like there was no tomorrow. I was a ruthless killer. Sometimes it even scared me. Maybe I didn't want to feel anything anymore. In this line of work it was only for the best. Feelings and emotions would make my job only harder. Possibly causing slip ups. That wasn't tolerable. There was only killing, nothing more, nothing less. I was the Angel of Death. I didn't need emotions. As soon as I felt any kind I quickly disposed them. They weren't any good, like I wasn't any good. I was bad. A murderer. How did I change from a little 7 year old boy into a killer anyway? To tell you the truth, I couldn't remember. So much had happened.
I knew they all feared me since the very moment I made my entrance in the world of crime. And they had every right to be afraid because I was the man with no weaknesses. Well.. At least that was what I thought.. It wasn't until she came around that I discovered I did have.. a weakness. The way she made me feel. Those foreign feelings. I didn't understand what I felt. I couldn't quite place it. Was it.. love? It couldn't be, but what did I know of love? It had been a very long time since I truly felt something other than revenge for what life had done to me. Pain and hate. Yes, those were good. I knew how to deal with them. But love. No. Not anymore. There wasn't any room left in my heart for love. Sure, I had loved before, but then everything was taken away from me. I could never love again. I wouldn't. I refused to. But she made it so easy to do so. Damn her, I should hate her for that. Yet, I couldn't bring myself to hate that beautiful Angel. Believe me, I tried many times before and everytime I failed miserably. It seemed useless.
I couldn't let her get to me. I had to protect myself, in order to live, to survive, to continue my path of vengeance. But she.. she made me weak. So weak.. and careless. I wasn't able to think straight anymore whenever she was around. In my mind and heart I knew that one day it would kill me. And how true it came to be. I had driven off a bridge, slammed into a wall with a dirt bike, been engulfed in a sea of flames.. but that.. that hadn't killed me. She had. As I fell of the theatre rooftop, ready to be taken in by the darkness I loved so much, I thought about her, one last time. She had won my heart right from the start. I wasn't able to put a stop to it.. and it killed me. And for that I still couldn't hate her. She saw the good in me. She was my weakness. My kryptonite.
R&R.