I lifted the gun to Omi's chest and briefly wondered why I was using such a method. If I wanted to kill him I could simply just break every bone in his body and watch him wither on the ground. Some part of me didn't want that though. Omi would be the first person that I watched die, and I watched to make sure the way he went was slow and painful.
Why...? Why was I killing Omi? I paused for a moment trying to think of this but some how my body kept moving. I put my hand around the trigger and pulled it, hearing the bullet leave the barrel and enter Omi's chest, causing the boy to fall to his knees and lean against me for support.
"Mayfly..." he whispered as blood began to seep through his shirt in his stomach area.
I had missed my original target, but if I were to shot him in the chest I wouldn't get to watch him as long. The stomach was a much more suitable place. This way I could watch him slowly bleed to death.
His eyes became glazed over and he leaned against me, clenching onto my shirt and causing the blood to stain my clothes as well. It was a wonderful metallic stench... But did blood usually flow that quickly? It seemed to move like water instead of blood. I looked over him for a moment to be sure that he was actually bleeding. He was.
"Why are you doing this...?" he asked softly.
"You tried to kill me, Angel," I replied as I fingered through his hair with my own blood stained hands. "You haven't been faithful either..."
"I'm...sorry..."
I smirked. How like people to beg for forgiveness once they were reaching their end. I wondered briefly if it was because they wanted to die knowing they had tried or if they wanted the person to hurry up and save them because their killer might have had a sudden change of heart.
"It's alright. I still care about you anyway..." I replied.
I leaned over and kissed him softly on his lips as he continued to bleed to death. I don't know how long I stared at him simply waiting for him to take his final breath. He didn't speak any more after he had said he was sorry. We just simply sat on my bed in silence as he leaned against me, bleeding to death.
I felt as his chest failed to rise and fall. I smiled softly and kissed his cheek. I wrapped my arms around his body tighter and sighed.
"You brought it upon yourself," I whispered.
I sat straight up in my bed and began panting lightly. What...was that? That dream... It felt so real and painful... Slowly watching Omi bleed to death... What was wrong with me? No normal person would dream about killing their lover...
But I'm not a normal person, am I?
No... I'm far from it. It's far worse than being normal. Normal people aren't bothered. Normal people are left alone and ignored as they turn their own life into some twisted soap opera involving them and their 'horrible life'.
Instead I was different. I desired nothing more than to be one of those normal people who caused so much drama in their life. Maybe if I was normal I would just let myself be ignored... I'd hide in the shadows as I do now; silently praying that no one will find me.
No one finding me... That reminded me of the streets. I felt a shiver down my spine at the thought. There were two things I didn't want, to go back there...and to kill Omi.
I sighed and pulled the covers up over my body again. I didn't want to kill Omi. I wouldn't kill Omi. I'd let him kill me if it came to it...
Were Omi and I still enemies? I'm not even an assassin anymore... Omi had changed though... The way he looked at me had sent shivers down my spine. A stranger... A complete stranger to whom he never wished to learn more of.
What had they done to him...? What could they have done to make him forget and for him to have a look much like the one I had once used on his face...? Had they broken him the rest of the way...?
I shrugged at the thought, trying to make it go away by the pathetic action. I didn't want to think of such things... If Omi was a different person would I still care for him...? I had changed a lot too...
It's a depressing thought...the thought of being alone forever. It makes one pity themselves more than they had ever dreamed imaginable. I preferred feeling sad compared to depressed... But I couldn't be sad right now. I still felt Omi's blood on my hands...
Why...? Why was I killing Omi? I paused for a moment trying to think of this but some how my body kept moving. I put my hand around the trigger and pulled it, hearing the bullet leave the barrel and enter Omi's chest, causing the boy to fall to his knees and lean against me for support.
"Mayfly..." he whispered as blood began to seep through his shirt in his stomach area.
I had missed my original target, but if I were to shot him in the chest I wouldn't get to watch him as long. The stomach was a much more suitable place. This way I could watch him slowly bleed to death.
His eyes became glazed over and he leaned against me, clenching onto my shirt and causing the blood to stain my clothes as well. It was a wonderful metallic stench... But did blood usually flow that quickly? It seemed to move like water instead of blood. I looked over him for a moment to be sure that he was actually bleeding. He was.
"Why are you doing this...?" he asked softly.
"You tried to kill me, Angel," I replied as I fingered through his hair with my own blood stained hands. "You haven't been faithful either..."
"I'm...sorry..."
I smirked. How like people to beg for forgiveness once they were reaching their end. I wondered briefly if it was because they wanted to die knowing they had tried or if they wanted the person to hurry up and save them because their killer might have had a sudden change of heart.
"It's alright. I still care about you anyway..." I replied.
I leaned over and kissed him softly on his lips as he continued to bleed to death. I don't know how long I stared at him simply waiting for him to take his final breath. He didn't speak any more after he had said he was sorry. We just simply sat on my bed in silence as he leaned against me, bleeding to death.
I felt as his chest failed to rise and fall. I smiled softly and kissed his cheek. I wrapped my arms around his body tighter and sighed.
"You brought it upon yourself," I whispered.
I sat straight up in my bed and began panting lightly. What...was that? That dream... It felt so real and painful... Slowly watching Omi bleed to death... What was wrong with me? No normal person would dream about killing their lover...
But I'm not a normal person, am I?
No... I'm far from it. It's far worse than being normal. Normal people aren't bothered. Normal people are left alone and ignored as they turn their own life into some twisted soap opera involving them and their 'horrible life'.
Instead I was different. I desired nothing more than to be one of those normal people who caused so much drama in their life. Maybe if I was normal I would just let myself be ignored... I'd hide in the shadows as I do now; silently praying that no one will find me.
No one finding me... That reminded me of the streets. I felt a shiver down my spine at the thought. There were two things I didn't want, to go back there...and to kill Omi.
I sighed and pulled the covers up over my body again. I didn't want to kill Omi. I wouldn't kill Omi. I'd let him kill me if it came to it...
Were Omi and I still enemies? I'm not even an assassin anymore... Omi had changed though... The way he looked at me had sent shivers down my spine. A stranger... A complete stranger to whom he never wished to learn more of.
What had they done to him...? What could they have done to make him forget and for him to have a look much like the one I had once used on his face...? Had they broken him the rest of the way...?
I shrugged at the thought, trying to make it go away by the pathetic action. I didn't want to think of such things... If Omi was a different person would I still care for him...? I had changed a lot too...
It's a depressing thought...the thought of being alone forever. It makes one pity themselves more than they had ever dreamed imaginable. I preferred feeling sad compared to depressed... But I couldn't be sad right now. I still felt Omi's blood on my hands...