You told me that we didn't need him. You and I were the only ones who mattered, and soon we would have it all. You said that we were going to make this world ours, starting with that little super bitch. You said a lot of things. Made a lot of promises. Maybe you knew how I felt. That even though I tried to fight it, tried to keep it from becoming too obvious, I wanted you.


You were everything I wanted to be. That is how it started. My own little hero worship. But it soon became more than that. I looked at you with awe. Awe soon turned to admiration. Admiration to curiosity. Curiosity to desire. And desire to love.


I never said it, never dared. You had someone that you loved, and it wasn't me. It was a girl with shining brown hair and dark eyes. You loved her as I loved you. But she looked upon you with hatred in her eyes. That bitch deserved to die, the way she hurt you. I saw the tears that you wiped away as you stared down at her cold body. Why did you cry over her? She wasn't worthy of you. She would never care about you like I did.


You regained your senses quickly, and your plans only became more brilliant. But the other, the squeamish asshole that completed our so called Trio, was getting suspicious. He didn't trust us as much anymore. We knew we had to get rid of him.


It was going to be you and I from then on, you said. The Trio would become a duo, and we would do everything he kept us from accomplishing. We would leave him behind to take the fall for our plan, and then nothing would stop us. What happened to that?


I ended up in a cell with him as my only companion. But I knew that you hadn't abandoned me. You wouldn't. I checked for sensors, for communication chips, as he laughed. He said I was a fool for believing you, and that you weren't coming back. He had to be wrong. You wouldn't have done that to me. Would you?


I never got to ask you. That witch killed you, ripped your skin from your body. I didn't cry. Not there. Not in front of him and the super bitch, who had come to save us from the same fate. But on the inside, I was shattering. Every bit of strength I had was slowly crumbling as I let it sink in. You were gone. Never coming back. I wanted to rip the witch from limb to limb. Did she even know what it would do to me? Of course not. No one did. And you never would.