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Chapter 2

"I love you, Michael," she mouthed, not losing her smile, "It's finally time to let go."

"This isn't the ended and I will never let go," he added. And louder for everyone else to listen, he added, "Goodbye, Nikita."

Michael quickly turned on his computer and checked the file. There was a full description of Percy's next target and the subsequent steps he will be executing to fulfill his biddings. The description was packaged with photographs of significant and insignificant characters alike. The details were of no matter to Michael though. All he wanted to know was where and when Percy was going to be occupied, and an estimation of how long.

He did exactly what he told Nikita he would do; refuse to further commit any brutal crimes for Division. Anyhow, he had to follow his promise. He wanted to dedicate all his time searching for her. With every passing second, he knew it would become increasingly difficult, and he had no plans to fail. Nikita was his life.

Knowing that Percy and his Division were concentrating on a major assignment, Michael felt more at ease. This meant that their resources and attention were allocated somewhere and someone else other than him. Hopefully, he won't run into trouble… much. He whispered an unspoken thanks to the person on the other line and to God. Once he found her, he decided with great determination, e would bring Percy down insidiously and torturously. As he stared at the picture of Percy, he felt inflamed. He could not help but sink back into his memory of that fateful night.

Right after the shot was fired, his chest was overfilled with agony. His heart felt as if it was constricting and dilating, then constricted even more. He wanted to scream. The bullet that was now implanted in Nikita's oblique forced her to release her loving hold of him. She could not help but release an almost inaudible moan. Yes, she was being strong again. She was trying to show no pain, or at least pain that did not affect her much. At this sight, Michael was reminded of yet another feature he loved about her. She was the one who always took pain away without relinquishing any of her own. He admired how she was still able to look up and smile at him. Division was dangerously close among them, so Nikita took what little time they had left to explain some sort of feeble plan for his safety.

Before she could say anything, he turned over and held her arms; his back towards the woods where men clad in dark uniform would be approaching.

"Nikita, I can get us away from here. Don't give up", he said anxiously. His tears were restrained no more and they fell sleekly down his face.

"Michael, we both know that isn't possible. Percy will order your death if he knows you want out of Division, and especially if he finds out that you're helping me. There is only one way. Kill me, leastwise, pretend to," she said with heavier breathing. Her face already started to become inconsiderably pale.

In the background, Percy's voice rang loud, "Nikita, give up. There is no way out. Michael, bring her here." The fool had no idea that the two had rekindled.

"No! I wouldn't allow you to die before myself. How could you even ask that of me? Just so you know, I'm following you everywhere. To think you could lose me so easily…" he scoffed attempting to make this shady situation more bearable.

"Let me go"

He gave a painful cry and allowed his tears to fall, "No! Not again. I can't lose you again."

She grabbed his head with her bloodied hands, "There is no other way but this."

Just as Michael finished processing what she had said, Nikita head-butted him, unpredictably hard, unpredictable at all. Before even having the chance to react, she mustered the rest of her strength to kick him in the stomach, pushing him back. He groaned in pain. The heel from her boot acted as if it was her foot's weapon. He had no shield to offer, not for her, and certainly not for himself. The effects from the hit on his head had not even become full blown. He started to feel quite dizzy. His head bled, but not so much compared to his heart.

"Go after her! Do try to bring her alive", commanded Percy impatiently.

A few seconds after, Division's agents, all armed obeyed their orders. Two remained behind to support and hold Michael, who was slowly losing consciousness. The mental and physically exhaustion caught up to him as well. He watched the untimely scene unfold, one that brought him a hellish nightmare and a suicidal inclination.

Nikita fought to make the scene look real. She had fought many battles, but she just couldn't quite believe that the most important ones, which were also the most recent ones, where the ones she would not pass. She fought for her life, and the lives of many others. How ironic was it now that she would be giving her own life up, not that it mattered since it was for him. Her life for his'; it truly was epic, a perfect conclusion. She was going to fight until her last breath. Maybe she can help save some recruits this way, not that she would ever prefer to do it this way. She was able to maim a few agents, but her wound hindered her from doing much more. She was punched and kicked almost everywhere. She threw punches and kicks, and spurts of her blood flew with them.

Bang! Another shot rang throughout the sky. The sun seemed to rise so sluggishly, as if it was wavering the chance to join the fight or the view. It seemed as if it was hesitant to see the demise of Nikita.

"NO!" Michael wanted to scream, but his lack of strength and his plan with her restrained him from doing so. He closed his eyes for a bit, but the noise was too disturbing. Even now they disturb him in his sleep.

Nikita barely felt the pain. She was already almost completely numb from the first wound. She was too hurt to feel, too tired to feel. She was dying already. The bullet had pierced above her collarbone on the same side as the first shot. She refused to fall. Ground agents continued ruthlessly landing hits here and there, pushing her to the edge. Ribs were broken, bruises coloured her body, and blood became the most you could see of her. It was amazing to everyone to see that she could even continue. Her persistency, and especially her will, terrified Percy. He could no longer wait another moment for her downfall. He grabbed a gun that was tucked in the nearest agent's holster. He walked passed Michael, and closer to the scene. When he was three meters away, he locked his gun on her. Michael, seeing this, quickly ran to Percy, barely walking straight.

He put his hand on top of the weapon and said, "Let me finish this. This is my fight, remember?"

Percy looked at him intently, and finally obliged. Michael stalked towards Nikita and the group of agents. He shoved the menial soldiers out of his way. Nikita saw him approach and knew that it was the end. She smiled, accepting the fact, because she was happy in the end. She did, however, have two regrets, which were not being able to live a life with Michael and not being able bring fulfill her promise to Alex. She can only hope that Alex, being the intelligent girl she is, will be able to find a positive guidance in the future. She knew she failed Alex, but hopefully, this will atone that by saving Michael. Michael will be hailed as a hero in Division.

Michael walked towards her alone, while the rest retreated back to Percy. He saw Nikita and examined her closely and meticulously. She took two steps away from her, two steps closer to the edge of the cliff. Michael saw how she limped. One of her eyes was closed because of blood and the enormous swelling. She looked like a chocolate fountain, well in this case, a blood fountain. How her face showed so much exhaustion from life overall, but yet, it was hinted with content and peace. His eyes became watery. She smiled one last time and very slightly, nodded, assuring him that everything will be alright. He pointed his gun at her.

"I love you, Michael," she mouthed, not losing her smile, "It's finally time to let go."

"I love you more, Nikita," he whispered back, praying to Lord Almighty that she heard him. He wanted so much to take away her anguish and fright, and fill those spots with love and warmth. Standing here, he could do no such thing. He felt weaker because his could not help but let more of his tears fall.

"This isn't the ended and I will never let go," he added. And louder for everyone else to listen, he added, "Goodbye, Nikita."

Two consistent shots were fired. The impact upon her body was so great that she was forcefully pushed over the cliff and into the dark abyss below.

Funny how her death resulted in utter silence and stillness of humans and nature, when she failed do so on so many of her missions. The wind ceased to blow, the animals were not audacious enough to move, and not even the mighty sun dared finish its course. Perhaps not even her murders could imagine her death despite that being their goal. Percy was the first to make a sound, a poignant laughter to be exact.

Michael could only stare. It was hard to believe what he did; he just killed her, his love, the one who he got so close to, but always never seemed to touch. This was more painful than losing his wife. It took recalling all the calm words and recollecting all the few wonderful moments they shared together for him to keep his sanity. He wanted so violently desperate to follow her over the cliff, follow her everywhere she was.

"You don't have to," she once said, "I'll always be following your heart anyways."

With that last thought, he lost consciousness, his mind drifting off to where she had already gone to – peace.

Just as he returned to the present, he received a message, apparently from a shell program. He remembered that it was something Nikita had previously used to contact someone inside of Division. He quickly clicked it open. The first message read, "I know about Nikita. Meet me today at 7:30am on 43 14th Avenue."

Michael read the message over and over again. Maybe it was Nikita herself! He was excited, but suspicious at the same time. Could it be Percy setting him up? It may be, but this isn't a chance he wanted to miss in case it was Nikita, or news regarding her. He briefly scanned the watch and saw that he had an hour. Then he proceeded to gather the weapons or the precautions he would need. Without another minute passing, he raced out the door.