Disclaimer - Not mine.
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Sometimes the hardest thing is the right thing all the same
The Fray
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He stared at the girl clutched in his arms, bound and struggling. He did not want to do this…could not do this….but he must.
"Amon, please!" she cried.
"You lost control and killed once. It will happen again."
"No, please…"
He stared down into her green eyes, still frantic with need, the spark buried just under the surface and knew she lied. The man drew his gun and as she saw it the girl went limp in his arms, no longer struggling, and tears dripped slowly down her cheeks. He couldn't do it.
He pictured the sound, just a muffled thud due to the silencer, seeing her blood pouring down her skin, the life leave her eyes…he couldn't.
Amon dropped the gun and once he did her struggles began anew.
"Robin, please," he whispered, leaning close and cupping her cheek in one hand. She leaned into him and closed her eyes.
"I don't want to be this way, Amon," she whimpered. "I don't."
"I know," he whispered, bending just a fraction of an inch to touch his lips to hers. She kissed him back gently, betraying none of the turmoil he knew lay just behind her closed lids. His hand slid down her cheek to her neck, fingertips running softly along the skin for a moment before clamping down over her delicate throat.
Her eyes snapped open and she gazed at him in horror as he pulled back slightly, fingers continuing to squeeze. Her hands fluttered weakly where he had bound them in front of her, but the spark that he expected to come never did. Her cheeks began to flush, but her eyes never left his face. Finally, after what seemed like hours, but he knew was only a few minutes, her hands ceased their fluttering, her eyes turned glassy…and still he squeezed. When it was too long for her to simply be passed out he reached down and felt her wrist for a pulse - nothing. His reached up and closed her eyes. Finally, his hand unclenched and she fell into a heap at his feet.
Amon clenched his jaw, turned and walked away.