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Opposite Sides
By Chibinaoka
Pulling my weapon out and aiming it at Tyr, I can hear him growl from the realisation that I double-crossed him. I proceed to inform Dylan of the truth about the Route of Ages and how close the magog really are. Dylan response saying he'll come get me as soon as I can. Just before the transmission ends, I speak out.
"Yeah, well you better hurry up because I got one pissed off Nietzschean at the end of my gun."
With those words, Dylan's face fades from the screen. My grip on my gun hardens in preparation for Tyr to turn around and attack me. But instead he calmly turns around while speaking to me.
"Not mad, just disappointed."
By the time he finishes his sentence, were both standing face to face with each other. From here I can see the anger in his eyes. I don't blame for being angry with me. I lied to him. I pretended to be on his side; misleading him into thinking I would help him get the Route of Ages. I led him here, the trap set by Dylan with misdirection on how to get to the Route of Ages. It pains me to see those eyes so full of rage directed at me. I want to tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I never meant to hurt him and that deep down, I really would have wanted to share in his kingdom with him. But he'd probably whisk my words away as more lies.
Tyr takes a few steps closer to me. I charge up my weapon and aim it hirer then before.
"I'll do it Tyr."
He's still looking at me, grinning, probably trying to figure out if I'd really do it. Now I'm desperately clinging to my weapon, hoping he won't force me to fire. I don't want to fire at him but I know that it might be the only way for me to live. But if I fire and live while he dies, would there be any point in living? I'm sure I could move on, after all, he would probably fire at me in a heartbeat if our roles were reversed. If I have to shoot him to survive, I'd do. After all, I haven't made it this far to die now. But still, I don't want to kill Tyr. If I kill Tyr, I feel like a part of me will die with him.
My heart is pounding in my chest. I know he's going to move in and I'll have to defend myself. My eyes meet with him and while mine are filled with sadness over what I've done, his are still filled with hate. How I wish I wasn't the cause of that hate and how I wish I could tell him I love him. I love you Tyr so please don't make me shoot you. I wish I could say these words to him but I doubt he'd believe me, not now.
I never though I'd end up here, on the opposite side of my gun, aiming it at the man I love after misdirecting him.
The End
Author's Notes: I wrote this in response to word #45 at the '15minuteficlets' community on LiveJournal.
Opposite Sides
By Chibinaoka
Pulling my weapon out and aiming it at Tyr, I can hear him growl from the realisation that I double-crossed him. I proceed to inform Dylan of the truth about the Route of Ages and how close the magog really are. Dylan response saying he'll come get me as soon as I can. Just before the transmission ends, I speak out.
"Yeah, well you better hurry up because I got one pissed off Nietzschean at the end of my gun."
With those words, Dylan's face fades from the screen. My grip on my gun hardens in preparation for Tyr to turn around and attack me. But instead he calmly turns around while speaking to me.
"Not mad, just disappointed."
By the time he finishes his sentence, were both standing face to face with each other. From here I can see the anger in his eyes. I don't blame for being angry with me. I lied to him. I pretended to be on his side; misleading him into thinking I would help him get the Route of Ages. I led him here, the trap set by Dylan with misdirection on how to get to the Route of Ages. It pains me to see those eyes so full of rage directed at me. I want to tell him I'm sorry. Tell him I never meant to hurt him and that deep down, I really would have wanted to share in his kingdom with him. But he'd probably whisk my words away as more lies.
Tyr takes a few steps closer to me. I charge up my weapon and aim it hirer then before.
"I'll do it Tyr."
He's still looking at me, grinning, probably trying to figure out if I'd really do it. Now I'm desperately clinging to my weapon, hoping he won't force me to fire. I don't want to fire at him but I know that it might be the only way for me to live. But if I fire and live while he dies, would there be any point in living? I'm sure I could move on, after all, he would probably fire at me in a heartbeat if our roles were reversed. If I have to shoot him to survive, I'd do. After all, I haven't made it this far to die now. But still, I don't want to kill Tyr. If I kill Tyr, I feel like a part of me will die with him.
My heart is pounding in my chest. I know he's going to move in and I'll have to defend myself. My eyes meet with him and while mine are filled with sadness over what I've done, his are still filled with hate. How I wish I wasn't the cause of that hate and how I wish I could tell him I love him. I love you Tyr so please don't make me shoot you. I wish I could say these words to him but I doubt he'd believe me, not now.
I never though I'd end up here, on the opposite side of my gun, aiming it at the man I love after misdirecting him.
The End
Author's Notes: I wrote this in response to word #45 at the '15minuteficlets' community on LiveJournal.