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-The Encounter: Part Two.
James POV
I watched as her father fought with the last of his energy to give her his last words. I felt a tear escape my eye and I quickly rubbed it from my face. Tears were shameful, they were liquid weakness- it was my last tear.
I watched a breath escape his body and saw him slump. It was his last breath.
There were many lasts that day.
I pushed the door shut and stepped forward, watching the young woman's eyes harden as she looked at me. It was obvious that she was shut off from her emotions. Her glare was piercing, and my mind compared them to my father's. These were cold with determination, my fathers' were bored and empty. He sought a thrill in each murder, lusted after the power and never found his high.
And then one of my men came through the door. He was ready to kill anything and anyone, closer to my father's heart than I, his son.
And with it even a slight cringe, she stabbed him with precision.
"You have something I want."
Without much thought, these words slipped from my mouth. If only I could kill with such nonchalance.
And as he fell, another man came in. I recognized him instantly. He was the man working with the police I killed. They were getting much too close to my father. Would he not be proud if they were both dead?
So I shot him, after a little deliberation.
The woman turned to me, prepared to kill. I was able to deflect, but she still placed a slice below my eye.
It was the greatest gift I had ever been given.
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